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dollfaceksj · 7 months

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i really hope taehyung has calmed down and ready to hear them out :(

i hope so too!

a/n: hi. i have realized and decided that it’s time to end toapp. #36 (the next drabble) will be the finale.

i just wanna thank you guys for this amazing journey. i’ve had so much fun interacting with you guys and writing this story, just making shit up as i go. i had no idea how this story was gonna go, how y’all would receive it, every drabble i just hoped for the best. it’s insane to think toward the end toapp had 400+ regular readers. that’s so crazy guys!! thank u so much

i hope u guys will still interact with me even when this finishes!!! and i hope you guys look forward to my upcoming fics. i’ve already brainstormed several other fics that i know y’all will love! i can’t wait to share them with you.

i might still do side-drabbles like what jk did in those 2 months, more events we’ve already seen but from other povs, maybe drabbles that happen in the future. i’ll see !

thank you for everything.

lots of love,

clover. 🍀

ps: listen to the outro of scott street by phoebe bridgers when u read this drabble trust me. i bawled like a little bitch.

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #35

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WHAT SHOULD YOU DO?

BELIEVE HIS SIDE OF THE STORY 92,3%

DISMISS HIM IMMEDIATELY 7,7%

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BELIEVE HIS SIDE OF THE STORY

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“do you want me to leave?”

he stares at you with the biggest eyes in the universe

how does someone just have big black eyes like that

the things he says

can be so dirty

and his gaze can be so intense

but now

when he’s

pleading

and being pathetic

his eyes are the biggest in the galaxy

he’s so beautiful

you wonder if he knows that

you sigh loudly and rub your hairline. “you’re so lucky you know your way with words.”

he blinks at you a few times and drops his shoulders in relief, you hadn’t even noticed they were that tense

“i’m just telling you the truth.”

you merely hum in response and nod your head absentmindedly as you glance over at the plate of cold chicken quesedillas now

“do you want me to heat those up in a pan for you?” you ask quietly, not sure where to go with the conversation now

when you don’t get a response, you glance in his direction

he’s just staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face

“jungkook?”

he shakes his head slowly. “do you believe me now?”

your brows pinch together in confusion. “yeah, i believe you. were you not telling the truth just now?”

he shakes his head again. “i’m not talking about just now i’m talking about me being in love with you.”

right

yeah

you said you didn’t believe it

do you believe him?

your own feelings for him keep getting in the way of your rational thoughts

because you just want to believe him, even when your common sense still doubts it

“yeah,” you start, “i believe you.”

then, a soft smile creeps onto his lips. “okay.”

you reach for the plate but jungkook stops you by gently taking hold of your wrist mid-air. “i think you should just go lie down in bed. after what just happened, you just need a moment. i can tell you’re pretending to be okay.”

you blink at him

and the sincere look in his eyes

and the slight pinch in his brows

almost makes you tear up again

“i’ll clean the kitchen up, just,” he pauses as he lets go of your wrist, “go. i’ll be right there.”

you slowly nod your head and start walking out of your kitchen, heading to your bedroom

you lie down in your bed and stare at the ceiling, the events of barely 20 minutes ago playing on repeat in your head

taehyung

you miss him

you need him

you’re lucky jungkook was there to talk some sense into you

you should go to taehyung when the storm is over

and come clean with everything and just

beg for his forgiveness

and now that you think about it

you wonder

why it’s taking jungkook so long

you get up from your bed and slowly make your way to the kitchen

you peek your head around the corner of the door and that’s when you see

jungkook, standing by the sink

the mess taehyung made earlier on the floor has been cleaned up

and it seemed like jungkook was halfway through with the dishes

but now he’s just leaning against the sink with his hands and his head held down

what is he doing?

you wonder what it is until you hear a soft sniffle

you walk into the kitchen. “jungkook?”

he quickly sniffles again and wipes his cheeks before looking at you

you walk in further. “hey,” you whisper as you place your hand on his shoulder, soothingly rubbing it

he’s quiet for a few moments before he breaks down

“he’s my only friend and i betrayed his trust. you can bounce back because of your history with him but me? he’ll never want to see me again.”

he sent you away because all of that panic that he had earlier concerning taehyung he couldn’t show

he had to swallow his own emotions because he had to calm you down

but it’s dawning on him real bad right now and you need to be here for him like he was there for you

you shake your head and move your hand over his back, rubbing it gently. “you’re crazy. he could never hate you, kook. like you said, he’s mad. it’s okay, we’ll catch him one of these days and talk it out. taehyung is the gentlest soul i know. he just needs some time to cool off.”

he sniffles quietly, his round nose so red and his big eyes puffy. “it took you so much convincing to believe me. what if he doesn’t believe me at all?”

“jungkook, taehyung knows you better than i do. he’ll know to believe you. i’m sure of it.”

he sniffles again and slowly nods.

“okay? here,” you say as you take the sponge out of his hand and rinse his soaped up hand. “let’s just go lie down for a bit. we’ll eat later.”

( ♡ )

the storm has finally let up the following day

and you need to do one more thing before you bite the bullet and face taehyung

you raise your fist and slowly knock on the door

you wait a few moments before it swings open

“hey, you.”

you smile at him. “hey, yoongi.”

he steps aside and invites you in

you quietly thank him and step in

“what’s up?” he asks as he heads into his living room and you follow him

“we uh,” you start as you nervously look around. “we need to talk.”

he halts in his movements and slowly turns to you. “oh. okay. would you like something to drink?”

you shake your head and gently take his soft hand into yours before leading him to the sofa

you both sit down and he’s staring at you with confused eyes. “so?”

you take a deep breath and finally glance at him. “yoongi,” you start, “you’re amazing. you really treat me exactly as a man should and i’ll always be thankful for that. you were never pushy, you were never condescending or overstepping. you just,” you pause for a moment to find more words but you kind of get stuck

it’s quiet

and he’s just staring at you

when the silence stretches out for longer than he likes, he decides to do something

his frown turns into a neutral expression. “finally chose jungkook, have you?”

your eyes go wide and your throat goes dry.

fuck

“what?”

“i don’t like how you think i’m stupid, y/n.”

what is he

what is

what is going on

you blink at him. he clearly is unimpressed with your attempts at letting him down slowly

oh no

you really don’t want to start panicking

“yoongi, i just–”

“hey, breathe. your veins are almost popping out of your throat.” he brings his finger up to tap your pouty lips

and it’s true, you were actually holding your breath

“i’m not stupid, you know.” he uses his thumb to rub your bottom lip. “it’s been rather clear that you’ve had feelings for jungkook. i was just waiting for you to realize.”

you frown at him. “how?”

“the camping trip, our first date, the parties, the clubs. your attention was always just centred around jungkook. i thought you were trying to get over it so i told you i’d make you realize you don’t need him but clearly you’ve realized you do and i get it.”

okay

you are not going to cry

nope

you blink a few times to keep your tears in their fucking place. “aren’t you mad i used you to forget about him?”

at this, he’s quiet. he just blinks at you for a few moments before answering

“no, i’m not because i’m guilty too.”

you tilt your head to the side. “what do you mean?”

he sighs softly. “i uh,” he says as he shrugs his shoulders. “i did the same to you. i wanted to forget about sooyeon.”

wow

you didn’t actually think that was the case

well

he did mention he knew what you were talking about

and that he was okay with not getting into anything serious

but it’s strange hearing this from him now

because he just seems like the type of guy that has everything figured out

mature and collected

but you suppose after all, he’s human too

you nod slowly. “i see.”

he brings his hand down to rub your shoulder. “have you told taehyung?”

at this, your heart stings

you want to cry

“um,” you say with a shaky voice.

he frowns. “oh god,” he mumbles. “what happened?”

you explain what happened in short so you don’t bawl in front of him

“oh, shit. i guess it’s my fault, then?” he rubs his hairline. “i’m sorry, i didn’t think he’d rush to you like that for a simple cold.”

you sniff. him saying that makes you realize taehyung really does care for you

“you should go talk it out with him.”

“what if he doesn’t want to see me?”

he shakes his head. “don’t be absurd. i don’t think taehyung has ever even considered spending a day without at least hearing for you. he’s probably counting down the minutes until he sees you again.”

ugh

he really knows what to say

you slowly nod and rise to your feet. “i’m gonna go to him right now.”

he gets up as well. “okay. just breathe and you’ll be fine.”

you sigh and turn to fully face him as you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest, inhaling his scent

he hugs you right back, stroking your head and rubbing your back soothingly

“thanks for everything, yoongles.”

“nope,” he chuckles, “your privileges have been revoked. you don’t get to call me that anymore.”

you huff and smack his back which he laughs at

you pull back and pout at him

he chuckles and pecks your nose. “we’ll talk again soon,” he says

and you can’t help but smile

“absolutely.”

and with a final squeeze, he lets go of you and walks you to his front door

“you’re rushing me out. i bet sooyeon is coming over,” you joke as you open his front door

he’s suddenly quiet for a moment. “would that make me a bad person?”

you laugh and hit his chest. “jerk.”

he chuckles and watches as you leave, leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile on his lips.

well then

until our paths cross again, yoongi ♡

(wrote this entire scene whilst watching yoongi live on weverse to say his goodbyes after the enlistment news bitch im so fucking emotional rn shut the fuck up)

and now

it’s time

to go see taehyung

you make your way to taehyung’s home

and take a few breaths

trying to calm yourself

you need to calm yourself

you can do this

right as you raise your fist to knock

the door swings open

and you almost slam your first into taehyung’s face

luckily you stop yourself right before that happens and tae stares at you in surprise

“oh,” he quietly says. “i was uh…” he scratches his head. “i was just on my way to you.”

oh :(

you swallow thickly and watch as he steps aside to let you in

you walk in and your body wants to automatically fly onto his bed like you always do but you settle for the couch right now

he follows you and sits down on the coffee table to be able to face you instead of sitting down next to you

it’s quiet

real quiet

“i’m sorry–”

you both apologize in unison but you frown at him. “why are you apologizing?”

he blinks at you like you’re crazy. “because i was way out of line, y/n.”

he catches the quiver in your pout but doesn’t comment on it. “i always told you i’d never judge you but airing you out like that was the opposite of what i promised to always do for you. it wasn’t okay.”

you scrunch your nose a bit as you feel yourself getting emotional again

“so, you don’t hate me?”

he blinks at you like you’ve gone crazy. “are you insane?”

you press your lips into a thin line, hoping to hurt yourself so you can focus on that and not getting emotional

“taehyung, you sacrificed so much for me and i couldn’t even listen to the one thing you didn’t want me to do. i’d wanna kill me.”

he sighs quietly and shakes his head as he looks down at your fidgeting fingers. “oh, don’t get me wrong. i still wanna kill you but what i did wasn’t cool. i just,” he pauses as he tries to think of what to say.

“i didn’t mean to give you a ‘gotcha’ moment with that sensitive information but it was more my way of saying ‘i told you so’. you just make me so mad sometimes.”

you bite on your lip to stop it from quivering

“and the fact it’s been going on since the camping trip and i just, i thought about all the times you just lied to my face. you’d never done that before. we’ve always been honest with each other, you know? never in a million years did i think you would lie to me like that.”

you look down at your hands, realizing you’ve been picking at the loose flesh around your nails

“i’m always just thinking ‘it’s okay, she’s young’ whenever you screw up because you are. but i’m young too. and i’m scared too.”

it’s enough to have you silently crying again

he’s completely right

all of that pressure he’s been carrying with him

and he always looks so

careless and free

is that why he’s always drinking until he can’t fucking stand?

and he never ever once held it over your head

he never once pointed out that he carries all this pressure of keeping you safe and protect you

and you’re just a selfish cunt

“i know. i’m sorry, taehyung. i really am. it just,” you stutter as you shakily sniff for air, “it just happened.”

he glances up at you and nods, handing you tissues from his nightstand

“he needs us, taehyung. he needs you. he told me everything. he was just a boy.”

taehyung sighs as he puts the box of tissues down in front of you

you tell taehyung the storyline of you and jungkook

without the events of … yesterday and the day before that for obvious reasons.

and he doesn’t say much, just silently nods

it’s quiet for awhile as you both just sit there, not saying another word

until

“have you caught feelings for him?”

your breath hitches in your throat and your heart is beating in your ass

you make eye contact with him and he’s staring at you with a neutral expression

you furrow your brows and try to stop the involuntary quiver in your lips as you slowly nod to his question

he gently sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “does he know?”

you wipe your tears with the tissues. “yes. he confessed to me first.”

he then looks at you with a surprised look on his face. “jungkook told you he has feelings for you? jungkook?”

you blink at him, confused at the surprised tone in his voice. “well, he told me he was in love with me.”

he tilts his head to the side. “and you believe him?”

you shrug your shoulders. “not at first. and definitely not after hearing the mia thing but,” you pause for a moment. “he told me the full story and i don’t think he lied to me once as he did. so i do believe him now.”

he rubs his smooth chin with his fingers and slowly nods. “have you told yoongi?”

“yes.”

he leans back on his hands, his head tilted back as he stares at the ceiling. “where is jungkook now?”

you cough

“um…”

he lifts his head to look at you with a raised brow.

“he’s uh,” you glance at the front door. “he’s in the hall.”

taehyung blinks at you like you’re full of shit. “he’s here? in the hall?”

you slowly nod

taehyung stares at you for a moment longer before rising to his feet and walking to the front door

he swings it open and looks around the corner, just to see jungkook’s shadow at the bottom of the stairs

jungkook walks up a few stairs to see if it’s you but he makes eye contact with taehyung

and taehyung is just staring him down

jungkook quietly sighs and walks up the stairs, right up to taehyung’s front door

you watch from the couch, gripping the wet tissue in your hand still

jungkooks nose is still red

and his eyes are puffy

but neither of them say a word

just stare

at each other

until they suddenly kiss each other?

KNDKEJFKEJDKSJD

🍀 i’m just joking

they’re staring each other down in silence

until taehyung suddenly grabs jungkook by the collar of his shirt, knuckles turning white because of the tightness of his grip

jungkook just lets him

you shoot up from the couch in an instant, panic surging through your entire body

just as you’re about to call out taehyung’s name in hopes of stopping him

he pulls jungkook into a tight hug, maybe a little too tight

jungkook simply rests his chin on taehyung’s shoulder

and wraps his arms around him. “i’m sorry, hyung.”

they just hug in silence for a few moments until taehyung speaks up again

“you better not ever fuck her over or i swear i’ll have you jumped.”

jungkook chuckles and pats taehyung’s back. “i thought you were of the opinion that you should beat me the fuck up?”

is he insane

not the time for jokes, jungkook…

taehyung pulls back from the hug and stares at jungkook for a second with a frown on his face

…

before cracking his famous sheepish box smile. “i should but i know i can’t take you in a fight.”

LMFAOOOOO

what???😭😭😭😭

you snort and it makes both of them look at you

you suddenly feel like you’re being watched by the fbi or something the way ur standing there like 🧍‍♀️

taehyung lets go of jungkook and walks up to you, staring down at you with a furrow in his brows

“dumb people should never laugh.”

did he really just say that in the tone of that one nicki minaj tiktok audio😭😭😭

you pout and slap his chest

he chuckles and pulls you into a tight embrace, resting his chin on top of your head and not caring he’s suffocating you with his chest

but you simply keep your face buried there, inhaling his scent

and he literally just feels like home

he then says;

“good thing you’re dumb or else my life would’ve been really boring.”

to be continued

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slvt4lanadelrey · 10 months

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Rebellion | Part Two | Phoebe Atwell

Warnings: this was supposed to be in part one, but I must have been high whilst publishing 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️, all the warnings on the previous one applies here.

Part One | Rebellion

Your thumb nail was between your teeth, sitting at the principal's office next to Phoebe. It had been a whole year since meeting her and she'd already turned your whole world around.

"That was honestly so fucking funny." Phoebe laughed, elbowing your side to gain your attention. You were so consumed by the thought that your mom would be mad that you couldn't hear a thing Phoebe was saying.

"God, I thought you were going to be some nerd, or something when we first met, instead you're my little project." Phoebe quipped, smirking up at you. Still, you remained silent, only daring to share a hum in return.

"Dude, everyone thought I was pregnant and that you had a dick." Your eyes landed on Phoebe, watching as she bursted with laughter. It must have rippled through her stomach, gasping out of her throat at the sheer loudness of it.

"I don't, and never did have a dick." You grumbled out, crossing your arms as you began to sulk.

"Wait. I'm confused. When I met you, granted it was for like a split second and you immediately started to stare at my boob-" Phoebe giggled, your head dropped and you sank more into your chair. It was bad enough you were in trouble, but now she was taunting you?

"I wasn't looking at your chest, I was looking at your shirt. It's been a year!" You pleaded with her knowing she'd just laughed in your face at any excuse you'd give.

"Right, and we're not totally flirting with each other." Phoebe laughed so matter of factly, not daring to back down from your challenging eyes.

"I'm not like this, I don't know why I stood up in class. I don't know why I graffitied the school walls." You mumbled through gritted teeth, staring idly at your shoes. You kicked them out a little, sinking further into the metaphoric ship you set for yourself. The ship was your future, the iceberg was Phoebe.

"Oh come on, we've known each other for a year. You can't just change your whole personality in that time period. I think you're tired of the loner nerdy girl, you wanna be a bad bitch." You cringed, rolling your eyes at the ecstatic laced tone Phoebe used.

"Absolutely not." You were dead set against turning this way, how did the teacher put it? Deviant ways behind you and turn back to your studies, that's what you wanted to do.

Phoebe was like a shot of caffeine, not labelled as a warning to be addictive but it was.

You found yourself falling harder each day, and she was there to soften your landing. But she was your friend, and sadly that was all you saw her as. You fell for her mean ways, chaotic behaviour that dragged you into a dark whole; a dark paradise, something you never wanted to wake up from.

"No seriously, Y/N, I think this change is good for you." You ignored her, muting the sound of her voice all together. What did she know? She was just some random girl you so happened to have an inside joke with, that doesn't mean she could take over your whole life.

"Miss Y/L/N, come with me." The principle started to use her more stern and solid tone with you, something that knocked the wind out of your system.

"Sit." Were you some dog? You slid into the seat she guided you in, sitting with your legs crossed.

She huffed when she pulled out your record, naming out each thing you've done since Phoebe had came to the school.

"I appreciate the fact you have trouble finding friends, but Phoebe isn't the type of crowd you were meant to get along with." You may be slightly mad at Phoebe in the time, but you weren't going to let someone degrade her character just because she had a hard life.

"You and Phoebe aren't meant to be friends. Y/N, you're an A star student, on the roll to being an honour student, your family—" your nose flared, hands gripping at the leather when she mentioned your family. You had two amazing parents, your mom was present and loving but Phoebe was in the Foster system and you weren't about to let some old women drag Phoebe even further down.

"Ma'am, I appreciate you have a job to do and one of the roles you have to play is keeping students in line. But don't think for a second I won't use my name, something you so clearly stated has a hold in society, to ruin you. Phoebe is an amazing person, who can name every film director there has been since the early 40's, she may not have the same life as me. God knows she won't be granted the same opportunities due to an unfair system, but I won't sit here and listen to you rant about how I shouldn't 'misbehave' because I have a family." Your backpack rolled onto your shoulder, you stormed out of the room and grabbed Phoebe on your way.

"Pretty sure I just got us expelled, who cares though." She smiled brightly at you, allowing your fingers to penetrate through her leather jacket and drag her down the halls. Your eyes caught a glimpse of Melanie, causing you to stutter with your footage.

"Hey!" Melanie called out, following after you in the parking lot. Phoebe shrugged, opening your car door and slid in.

"Hey, Mel." You smiled up at her, rocking on your heels.

"Did you just get kicked out of school? Like for real, all because of Phoebe?" Mel asked, reaching out to rub down your shoulder. You shuddered at the touch, blushing when she smiled down at you.

"Probably, but don't worry, I'll still give you a ride to school." You promised. At first, you fell for Phoebe, so ghastly. She was there, she smiled and said she'd kick your ass if you ever called her out on blushing. But you didn't like the way ever guy had a story with her, that Cole would tell everyone they fucked in his families boat house. So you gave up, parting ways with the romantic string and found yourself tied up with Melanie Cyrus.

She was pretty, smart, kind and actually showed interest in you. Phoebe once again acted like she didn't care, simply replied with "K." When you'd blow her off to spend time with Melanie instead of her.

"I don't care about that right now, I care if you'll be able to come to my party this afternoon?" Mel asked, teasing you with licking her lips; your eyes darting between her lips and eyes. You gulped, Phoebe pressed down on the horn, causing your body to jump.

"Shit, Phoebe! Uh, Mel, I may be grounded but I'll message you, yeah?" You didn't wait for an answer, already slipping into the seat and starting your car.

"You just fumbled so hard, loser. Phoebe kicked her foot onto the dashboard, chewing excessively on her gum. You slapped her feet down, rolling your window down.

"You literally suck dick, I don't think me getting scared by a loud noise Is a problem if you check the spectrum." The girl beside you scoffed, gagging at the thought of her earlier actions.

"The rumours will be the death of me." She mumbled, pressing hard into your chair. You nodded, not bothering to answer until your words slipped through your mouth; laced with sarcasm and venom.

"Rumours? Yeah." Phoebe whipped her head back, almost catching whiplash at the shock of hearing your words. Her eyes flooded with emotions you hadn't seen often; your only remembrance of the sadness of emotions was when she confessed about her parents.

"I didn't do that shit, Y/N. You of all people should know that I'm not like that, fuck!" She punched the head rest, anger seething through her at the fact her own bestfriend believed the lies of the sad virgin boys made up to get a slap on the back from their "boys''

"It doesn't matter if you did. You don't owe anyone anything, you can slut around if you want, you can stay a virgin if you want." The car died, phoebe was still exhaling deeply and glaring at you whenever you'd make a move to talk.

"We're not going to that party, we're going to have fun tonight." Phoebe stopped, one foot pressed to the concrete floor and the next still in your car.

"We're going to smoke weed." She declared, finally getting out of your car and ran towards her house, not spearing you a second glance.

"Weed?" She mumbled, hands ruffling through the bag you brought from home. You flung the small pouch, assuring it lands softly in the girl's hand.

"Check."

"Vodka?" She pulled out the bottle, passing it to you in a more graceful manner. You cupped the bottle, unscrewing the lid and gulping it down.

"I could be having passionate love making right now, instead I'm here with you—" Phoebe gagged, rolling the blunt in her hands.

"No. Don't call it love making, it's either sex or fucking. Plus, I'm your favourite person, who else would you rather spend your days with?" You couldn't argue, she was being honest and stating a factor that played on both of your minds.

Normally, a favourite person would be reserved for a girlfriend or a boyfriend. So why was Phoebe yours and why were you hers?

It didn't make sense, it also didn't matter.

"Okay, so." Phoebe began ranting about a new film she made, debating with herself on the pros and cons of the movie. She went back and forth, arguing with a blank space.

"That settles it!" She slammed her hand on the floor, the other hand hoisting up the blunt that was stuffed with weed.

"It's a must watch. Y/N, free tomorrow, were watching a movie!" She huffed on the paper, taking in the silky smoke that spread through her lungs. She effortlessly smoked it, handing it to you when her eyes rimmed red.

Her cheeks were inflamed, holding a red pigment when she exhaled the last bit of smoke. She sighed whilst handing it over, almost like it pained her to do.

Your lips wrapped around the blunt, taking a drag from the cigarette before blowing out the smoke.

"Why Mel?" Phoebe picked at her boots, the leather peeling under her touch. You rolled your tongue over your teeth, debating on whether to admit the blinding truth; could you lie whilst under the influence of weed?

"Cole."

Phoebe stared blankly, eyes squinting when nothing came to mind.

"Cole? I thought you were gay, they dated for like a week In the eighth grade." Phoebe mumbled through inebriated words, slurring out the confusion.

You let out a heavy breath of air, swallowing hard, pressing further into the wooden floor of Phoebe's back garden shed.

"I am gay, Phoebe." She nodded, pushing you to talk more.

"Cole's always going on about what you did for him, well, to him. I got so jealous, I guess, that I stopped liking you." Her fingers pulled at her leather skirt, dragging it further down. She looked ashamed, one for never addressing the rumours and two for never for admitting the truth to you.

"You liked me back?"

It sounded like a joke, a breathy laugh accompanied with the comment. Her eyes were red, bloodshot and coated in soft tears. She looked so sad at the realisation, everything dropping down on her all at once.

"Liked? Fuck, you were all I knew at one point." You weren't holding anything back, stating everything that had been occupying your mind for months.

She didn't say anything, sitting; stewing in the silence of your confession.

"Why'd you stop?" She wanted to be bold, but you weren't interested in boosting her ego at the moment.

"Because it was killing me, being in love with someone who wouldn't give you the time of day like you wanted. I would have dropped everything, I would have done anything for you at a point. Now I'm just confused." It didn't feel freeing, it felt like more chains were being wrapped around your body; no one could have warned you of the feeling that would consume your body. You shattered, dropping into nothing. Phoebe was staring with sad eyes, guilt hollowing away at her soul.

You stood up abruptly, causing things to fall over. You struggled to get up, stumbling to your feet with the blunt still in your hand. You took one more puff, handing it back to the owner.

"I'm going to go. I am actually grounded, I'll see you around, Phoebe." You felt silly, it wasn't like a film where she either slapped you in your face and spat out that she'd never love you back, nor did she confess her undying love for you either. Lost, lost like a leaf floating through the thick wind, like a balloon full of helium that had been dropped from a child's hand; floating aimlessly through space.

You weren't ready to address the truth, you were stuck between two girls. One- Phoebe, who was giving you nothing, occasionally dropping a flirty comment here and there. But you were so sure she was your first love, that you'd be able to change her. Then you had Mel, the sweet girl next door who had messaged you when your goldfish died.

Stuck like glue to a clumsy person's art project, stuck like butter to bread. Forever frozen in time, one part of you was paused at the moment you met Phoebe. When she picked up your glasses and pushed them back onto your face whilst brushing your hair back.

The other part was paused on last week, sleeping sound against Mel because you passed out whilst watching TV with her.

Good or bad some may say. But Phoebe wasn't bad, but she wasn't good; at least not for you.

Mel<3: (9:36pm) shame you couldn't come, the parties a drag without you :(

Mel <3: (9:36pm) shit, if you're grounded you won't get this.

Mel <3: I miss you ;)

You were a mess, a giant pit of abandonment; a fear festered within you, who would you pick?

But was their a choice in the first place.

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