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mycomfortblanket · 3 years

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About That Night

Chapter Two

“It’s Toph, right?” he asks, his eyes going back to their normal size and a small smile playing on his lips as if he can’t believe his good luck.

“Yeah, and you’re Aang.”

He smirks as he opens his notebook to a blank sheet, “Not surprised you remembered it. You said it plenty the other night.” The glare that Toph shoots him would normally disarm a normal person, but his grin only deepens.

The professor begins to pass out the syllabus to everyone while explaining what he expects from everyone for the semester, “And like I said, your deskmate is also going to be your project partner for the rest of the semester, so I do suggest you guys become buddies, or at least acquaintances.” He finishes passing out the packets and moves back to the front. Having the powerpoint finally pulled up, he begins to go through the schedule for the semester and makes sure they understand when certain tests are or when projects will begin.

Toph bites down on her lip to contain her groan at how she is stuck with this dude all semester. She really thought she had successfully snipped that relationship clean when she closed the door to his apartment undetected. What happened between them was amazing, but it had to end right there in his apartment and not go any further. Period.

Thankfully, Aang is quiet the rest of the time the professor goes over the syllabus, but sadly, that is short lived. “Okay class. So, to start off right, I would like you all to spend the next 15 minutes talking with your deskmate and getting to know each other a little bit.” Toph closes her eyes and takes a deep breath; this day is seriously going downhill fast.

“So, do you come here often?” Aang asks with a sly grin on his face.

“You can’t be fucking serious. A pickup line? Really?” Toph says. She turns to face him and rests her cheek on her fist. The way she stares at him normally makes people uncomfortable, but he seems to be taking it in stride.

“Well, I’ve already gotten you into my bed so not much else to say,” he smirks at the eyeroll he gets out of her. Her cheeks are barely tinted pink with a blush, but the sight of it eggs him on.

“Right. Well, let’s get one thing straight before we continue this ‘partner’ thing. Me being in your bed, that was a one time thing. This,” she gestures in between the two of them, “is strictly school related.”

She jots down her number on the corner of his binder, “And I swear, if you text me ‘What’s up’, I will kill you- I know where you live. You’re not to text me unless it’s school related, got it?” She was really hoping her rude tone would wipe the smile off of his face, but he seriously doesn’t seem to be taking the hint, even though she said it very clearly.

“Right, well, here,” he grabs her arm and writes his number on her wrist, “is my number. Feel free to call me anytime,” he wiggles his eyebrows at her.

“Oh my god,” Toph groans and turns back to the front of the room, hoping for this class to end.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t text her until two weeks before their first project is due. Asking her if she is wanting to meet up to go over notes and work on the presentation together. The lack of flirting seemed a little suspicious to her, but nevertheless, she agreed and texted him her address.

Toph doesn’t know what she was expecting when he showed up, but him leaning against the door frame with a sultry smirk on his face wasn’t it. Rolling her eyes, she turns away from the door and walks back into the living room. She hears the door close behind her and footsteps that follow her.

Sitting down on the couch and pulling the laptop into her lap, she begins to pull up the rubric for the project and pulls out certain materials they may need. Aang sits on the floor directly next to her legs and his shoulder brushes against her knee everytime he moves.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks.

“Getting my stuff out. What are you doing?” he replies innocently.

Toph rolls her eyes hard and pushes him away with her knee which just makes him laugh and move even closer to her. After a moment of getting stuff organized and setting up her computer, they begin on the project, neither of them talking much. The feeling of him against her leg distracts her more than she would like to admit.

They work nonstop for a few hours, only stopping to ask the other questions and once for Aang to go to the restroom. Around 6 pm, Aang stretches his arms up and groans a little as his back pops. Toph’s mouth goes dry at his groan; it was incredibly close to some of the noises she managed to ring out of him with the twist of her wrist the other night.

He stands up and walks around the coffee table and stands in the middle of the living room staring at her expectantly.

“What?” she asks, quickly averting her gaze hoping he didn’t notice her staring.

“You wanna take a break?” When she doesn’t reply, he groans and goes back around the coffee table and drops down onto the couch, resting his head against her shoulder. Having him this close, being able to smell him, is bringing back memories and she is finding her resolve slipping just slightly. She closes her eyes for a moment and steadies herself.

They sit there for a while longer, Aang’s head on her shoulder while he watches her type up her portion of the project. When she feels like she’s reached a stopping point, she rolls her shoulder trying to dislodge him, “Can you get off of me?”

“Oh, that’s the first time I’ve heard that. You were definitely saying something different the other night,” he recalls, laughing. He jumps away before her fist is able to make contact with his shoulder. “Come on, let’s go get some food. We need fuel to keep this up,” he offers her his hand.

Toph hesitates for a moment, staring at his outstretched hand. She wonders if by accepting his proposal to go get food will give him the notion that his wooing is working. Deciding it would make a grand appearance, her stomach growl loudly and his smile only grows wider.

She sighs loudly and accepts his hand, standing up from the couch and together, they walk out of the apartment to go get some food.

They’re sitting across from each other at the nearest Panera waiting on their order to be called and Toph feels like it is super awkward. Aang on the other hand has kept up a steady one sided conversation. She looks at him with utter disbelief that he isn’t picking up the fact that she really doesn’t want to talk to him or get close to him in any way.

“Not to be rude or anything, but have you not picked up on the fact that I don’t want to be friends?” she asks, leaning onto her elbows that are resting on the table.

“Oh, yeah. I totally picked that up when we became project partners. But, one would say that I am pretty persistent at things I want.”

An employee comes and brings their food, effectively cutting off that conversation with a deep sigh from Toph. For the first time since they sat down, it’s quiet between them as they start to eat. “So, do you have a particular reason why you don’t want to be friends? Because, if I recall, you weren’t rushing to get out of my bed.”

She chokes on her food at that. Who the fuck- god, he is bold, “Jesus, what is wrong with you? People don’t just go around saying shit like that, you know? And why do I have to have a reason? I'm allowed to say I don’t want to be friends with someone,” she looks down at her sandwich when she says this. She doesn’t really have a reason, but the stress of more relationships- romantic or otherwise- sounds like stress that she doesn’t need at the moment. Looking back at him, she sees that he is staring at her with the utmost attention.

“I mean, I guess you don’t have to have a reason. But, there has to be one for us. We connected, in the physical, sexual, and educational sense. So, what would be the reason that you don’t want to be friends?”

“Besides the fact that it would be super awkward since we both saw each other naked and orgasm faces?”

“Yeah, besides that reason.”

Toph sips her drink and looks away from him and thinks for a better reason, but honestly coming up with anything other than ‘she doesn’t have time for a relationship’ which sounds incredibly stupid and cliche, “Because, I don’t want one.”

“It doesn’t have to be romantic,” he chirps.

“What makes you think that if I wanted a relationship with you, that it would be romantic? You’re awfully bold for someone who has no chance.”

“That’s the only reason I am so bold.”

Back at her place, they continue to work on the presentation, and again, there isn’t much conversation passed between them other than the project. It finally hits midnight, and Toph calls a quits, saying she can’t stand to look at another variable or table of covalent bonds.

She leans back into the couch and Aang climbs from his spot on the floor, cracking his back in the process and sits beside her, “So, buddy. When would you like to have this homework party again?”

She folds her arms across her chest and looks at him from the corner of her eyes, “Why are you so persistent?”

Aang laughs a little, “Maybe I just deeply want our friendship?”

Snorting at his response, she says, “Bullshit.”

Laughing again, he replies, “Maybe I want to get you into my bed again? Or maybe, just maybe , I think we’re soulmates and are destined to spend eternity together.”

“Yeah, that’s a load of crud,” she pushes off that couch and goes into the kitchen and grabs one of the Naked Smoothies from her fridge and grabs one for him as well. “You got me into bed once, why do you think you could do it again?”

“Because, I am irresistibly smooth,” he says with a large grin.

Leaning against the counter, she crosses her arms, still holding onto both drinks, “There is no way in hell you would be able to get me into bed again.”

“You want to make a bet on that?”

“Stakes?”

“I get you into bed again by the time this project is due, and you have to go on a date with me. If I don’t, I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the semester except to talk about the projects or something to do with class.”

Still leaning against the counter, Toph cocks her head to the side and studies him. She is sure she could win this bet; she’s so adamant about not getting into any new relationships in her life at the moment. But, she has been know to crumble when there is sex involved.

Against her better judgement, she sticks out her hand and confidently says, “Deal.”

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beccaboosthings · 5 years

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I need to rant, and I would love some advice on what to do. Can someone please message me and give me some. (Sorry this got so long)

So, this is going to be about my "best friend"(👸🏻), and my boyfriend (👨🏻‍🚒).

👸🏻 and 👨🏻‍🚒 have only been friends since the beginning of this past school year. They were best friends in school. 👸🏻 and I have been best friends since 1st grade. 👸🏻 introduced 👨🏻‍🚒 and I earlier this year.

👨🏻‍🚒 and I have been dating officially for two months now. I am the happiest I have ever been. He has been the only person who I have ever been able to turn to about the stuff I'm going through. He has helped me through countless panic attacks, and countless nights where all I have wanted to do was something stupid. I love him more than anything. 👨🏻‍🚒 and I hang out every day. It feels weird when we don't for whatever reason.

That being said, 👸🏻 and I don't hangout all that much. Even before 👨🏻‍🚒, we would go weeks without seeing each other. That's just how it has always been. We would still text all the time though. Until recently.

👸🏻 has changed so much the past few months. Instead of being this sweet, semi-innocent person (emphasis on the semi), she has started doing some EXTREAMLY reckless and stupid shit. She had gone through a rough break up, and experienced depression for the first time. Which I understand considering I have lived with it everyday for the past five years. But that doesn't mean she gets to do stupid shit all the time.

Both 👨🏻‍🚒 and I witnessed this change of character in her and we started to distance ourselves slightly. It got to the point where I was considering telling 👸🏻's mom about the shit she was doing. I was so mad at her for thinking it was even remotely okay to do that stuff. All I wanted was to protect her from fucking her life up. But as always she never listens to me.

So that was the first thing that really bugged me about 👸🏻. It bugged me so much that I would have panic attacks over it. My best friend was changing for the worse and I hated it.

Then I had a week or so of really bad depression and anxiety. This is pretty normal for me. Normally I just block out the outside world and isolate myself from everything and everyone. So I did that with everyone but 👨🏻‍🚒 because he genuinely helps me feel better and I'm comfortable talking about that type of stuff with him.

👸🏻 got mad at me for that. I was going through a rough time and she didn't care about that at all. All she cared about was herself and the fact I didn't tell her anything. I'm the type of person to keep that stuff to myself. I don't want to bug anyone with it. Not to mention, she was a big reason as to why I was in that slump. I didn't want to hurt her or blow up at her so I distanced myself. I would leave her on open sometimes, or I just couldn't read her texts at all. This, once again, made her mad at me. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but every time I thought about her I would start to have an anxiety attack.

Eventually we talked about it and somewhat worked things out. They never fully went back to normal. We did work it out enough to be able to have a sleepover.

I still wasn't 100% okay with her at the time. Not only were her actions affecting me, they were also majorly affecting 👨🏻‍🚒. At the sleepover, 👨🏻‍🚒 ended up coming over. He stayed for 2 hours or so. During that time, 👨🏻‍🚒 and I cuddled on my bed and 👸🏻 sat at my desk and was on her phone all night. I continuously tried to include her. I asked if she wanted to join the cuddle pile or if she wanted to do something, I would include her in conversations. I constantly was trying to get her to do something with us. But all she did was sat silently on her phone.

After 👨🏻‍🚒 left, 👸🏻 told me she went from being distant with him, to starting to dislike him, then after seeing him again she started to hate him. She thought he was being a dick to her (which he really wasn't). She almost unadded him that night on all social media. I told her not to because he was going through stuff already and that wouldn't help. 👸🏻 then continued to ask me what he was going through. I said I couldn't tell her because he told me not to talk about it with anyone. 👸🏻 got mad at me for not telling her. Then when I finally did, (after secretly texting him asking if it was okay) 👸🏻 got very defensive and said "👨🏻‍🚒 tells me everything. Do you really think I didn't already know about that?!"

👨🏻‍🚒 does not in fact tell her everything. The fact that 👸🏻 felt as though she was entitled to his personal stuff was not okay. The fact she got mad at me for not telling her, was not okay.

So that's the third thing that bugged me.But once again, I let it go and we moved on.

We were good for a little while. Then 👸🏻 and her boyfriend broke up. Once again, 👸🏻 and I had a sleepover. She was the one who wanted 👨🏻‍🚒 to come too. So he did. It was a fun night that ran very smoothly.

But good things don't last forever. I got back into a depressive slump again. I wasn't talking to anyone other than 👨🏻‍🚒. I left literally everyone on open because I couldn't handle socializing. Then after I was doing a bit better, 👸🏻 started leaving both 👨🏻‍🚒 and I on open. She would hang out with other people (some who are known as bad influences). I don't care that she has other friends. I just can't relate. But not only was she hanging out with others, she would post about them constantly calling them her "best friend", and making posts about how amazing they are and how they have always been there for her "unlike other people".

This really got to me. I knew I was losing her already, but she straight up replaced me. I have been there for her for the past 10 years. Never once has she posted about me like that. She was trying to make me upset and it worked. It's stupid how upset i got. It made me spiral. Fast and HARD.

She then posted something on her snapchat story saying "if you still want to be in my life swipe up, I'm unadding everyone who doesn't". I didn't swipe up. She texted me about it after and said "You didn’t slide up on my story, so you don’t wanna stay? I unadded like 5 people already. I obviously don’t wanna unadd you but if ya don’t care I will". To which I said it was up to her. Obviously she didn't really care about me anymore, so I wasn't going to fight for it.

👸🏻 went off on me, and I did the same. I didn't open her last text because I can see it's a longggg paragraph and I mentally cant handle it. It got to the point that I had to log off snapchat because I couldn't look at her name on it anymore.

Everytime I think about this whole thing I end up crying and having an anxiety attack. I have done stupid shit over this situation. I have no clue what to do now. Part of me feels like this is my fault because I'm dating 👨🏻‍🚒 and he's been the only thing I've focused on the past few months.

👸🏻 said it herself, I haven't put any effort into our friendship, and I'm the one playing the victim because I'm upset over it and I'm the one who started it. When I told her I was having a panic attack while trying to text her she said "why? I haven't said anything to harsh. Just what I'm feeling" and that really hit me.

I'm not claiming to have handled this situation perfectly. Far from it actually. I shouldn't have been such a shitty friend. She's going through shit right now too. I should be there for her. But instead I'm fighting with her because I'm being over dramatic and letting things get to me.

Anyways, I don't know what to do. Part of me knows it's my fault, but the other part of me knows it's not okay how she's been treating me. I feel like I'm playing the victim. I feel like I'm not good enough for anyone. I feel broken. I just need some help and advice.

#becca speaks #please give me advice #i feel like its my fault #i havent been there for her recently #but she hasnt been there for me either #im sorry for clogging up your feed #long post #shut up becca no one cares

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