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𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘

𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 3

𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 '𝚂𝚘 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢' 𝚋𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚎

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢- lesbian story about 2 girls who like the same guy and are made to believe that the guy is dating the other, but he isn't, he is just a toxic narcissist who enjoys seeing them struggle through their emotions. They end up finding out confront him and date each other instead while also starting a band.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜- toxic relationship, one sided love, narcissistic male character, Yuri, lgbtq, angst, fluff, happy ending, self discovery, denial of feelings, inspired by a song

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

I had been hanging out with friends during the party. My phone had been buzzing with texts from Nathan all night.

"Where are you?"

"How long are you staying?

"You didn't tell me you were leaving."

The messages irritated me because they're phrased like concern but feel more like supervision and control.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

When I finally got to the parking lot, Nathan was already waiting for me beside my car.

"Why are you here?"

Nathan shrugs." You weren't answering."

"I was with friends."

"You could've answered one text."

I rolled my eyes and reached into my bag for my keys.

Nothing. I check again. Still Nothing. Nathan casually pulls my keys from his pocket. Shocked and angry, I yelled at him, "What the hell, Nathan?"

"You seemed upset earlier. I didn't want you driving angry."

" So you took my keys?"

His tone stays calm. "It's not a big deal."

That comment only made me angrier. Because he doesn't understand, or pretends not to understand, why it's a big deal. I try to grab the keys, but Nathan pulls his hand back. The people in the parking lot were now starting to glance over.

"Give them back."

"Relax."

"Don't tell me to relax." I yelled.

Nathan rolls his eyes. "You always overreact."

That sentence hits harder than anything else.

Because suddenly every weird interaction, every confusing text, every moment he made me feel unreasonable came rushing back. I yank my phone from my back pocket. I was trying to call a friend. Trying to leave, trying to escape, trying to do anything except stand there with him.

I was about to press the button to call my friend when, suddenly, throughout the struggle of all the frustration, my phone slipped from my hand onto the pavement.

The screen cracks.

Silence.

I stare at it.

Then at him.

Nathan actually looks annoyed—as if the broken phone is inconveniencing him. He didn't look worried about me. Not apologetic. Just annoyed. Something shifted. Not a complete realization. Not enough to make me walk away forever. But enough to crack the illusion. I saw him differently for a moment.

Not charming.

Not mysterious.

Not misunderstood.

Just selfish.

The kind of person who creates problems and then acts like everyone else is at fault. The frightening part isn't that I noticed all of this, the part that terrified me the most is that even after seeing all of this I would still forgive him at the end of the night.

Nathan sighed softly, almost sympathetically. "Kaily, look at yourself."

I looked up at him.

"What does that mean?" I ask. Confused as to what he meant with that comment

"You've been crying for twenty minutes," he said, as if I was being unreasonable for expressing my emotions.

"And it's all your fault!" I yelled back at him. His expression immediately shifted into something wounded.

"Why do you always say things like that?" he said, trying to seem hurt.

I laughed in disbelief. "Because it's the truth."

"I'm trying to help you."

"No, you're trying to control me," I said, calmly looking at him.

Nathan shook his head, like I was the one being unreasonable, like if all of this was my fault. "See? This is what I'm talking about."

"You took my keys."

Nathan's face softened. The same expression he always wore when he wanted to seem like the mature one.

"I'm holding onto them."

How is that any different?" I yelled at him full of frustration. "I'm simply trying to help you. I don't want you getting hurt," I scoffed. I couldn't believe what he was saying.

"So, just because of your supposed concern, it's okay to steal my keys? "

"It is when you're upset."

"I'm upset because you stole my keys!" I yelled as I ran my fingers through my hair from the frustration I was feeling.

"Stole is a strong word," he said calmly as he stood still, staring at me like I was crazy for the way I was acting.

"Give them back, Nathan."

"Kaily." The way he said my name was almost gentle. Almost." I care about you."

The words made my stomach twist. Because if he cared, he wouldn't be doing this. "If you cared," I said quietly, "you'd give me my keys."

Nathan looked genuinely disappointed. Or at least he was good at pretending. "I don't know why you're making me out to be the bad guy when I'm just trying to protect you."

I was stunned. 'Did he really just say that?'

"How are you helping me exactly?" I yelled at him, shocked by the words that had just come out of his mouth.

"You're in no condition to be driving right now. You drank tonight, you're angry, and not thinking clearly. You can't drive like that. "

"How am I supposed to get home?" I said as tears started to form once again. I looked up to see him walking towards me.

"You'll figure it out." He said as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Call me when you get home."

I stared at him blankly. "My phone is broken."

Nathan shifted his gaze toward my phone that now lied broken on the pavement of the parking lot. Then offered a small apologetic smile." Right." A beat.

"Figure that out too."

And then he walked away, leaving me standing alone in the parking lot. I cleached my fist and bit my tongue as I saw him walking away from me with my keys still dangling from his hand.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

An hour later, I sat alone at the subway station. I sighed as I caught my reflection in the dark window.

Hair tangled from running my frustrated hands through it. Mascara smudged beneath my eyes. Face blotchy from crying. A complete disaster.

I looked into my purse, looking for my cigarettes. Once I found them, I placed one in between my lips as I looked for my lighter.

After a couple of minutes of looking, I fell to the conclusion that I had in fact lost it sometime during the night and hadn't noticed.

I annoyingly shoved the cigarette back into my purse just as the subway arrived.

I sighed as I made my way towards the open doors. Once inside, I made my way towards an empty seat.

Throughout the night I couldn't help but think back to all the moments Nate had done anything similar. All the moments he would treat me like I was worth nothing. Yet, somehow, I always went back to him.

The whole time I was on the subway, I couldn't help, but keep thinking back and analyzing every single moment with him.

I would constantly try to think about something else, anything that could make me forget about everything that happened in the parking lot.

It seemed to find itself harder to accomplish than expected.

I couldn't wait for the moment when I finally got home. When I could finally let out all this pent-up frustration inside of me.

Unluckily for me, it would take longer than the original 20 minutes I was supposed to drive before my keys were taken from me.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

I waited in the subway for about an hour and 20 minutes until I finally got to my exit.

It took me another 20 minutes of walking until I finally found myself in front of the entrance to my apartment complex.

I walked in and made my way upstairs to my apartment. Once I got there, I looked under the mat to find my spare key, which I found myself having to use because I kept all my keys together along with my car keys.

Once inside, I took a breath before I broke down, and I slid down onto the floor against my entrance door. I stayed there for around 10 minutes, replaying everything that happened tonight.

Once I got the hang of my emotions, I stood up and made my way towards my room.

Upon entering, I walked towards my closet to change out of my sweat-filled clothes — cause of the events of the night — into some comfortable clothes to sleep in.

Once changed, I layed in my bed, ready to go to sleep. Though there was one thing that seemed to not leave my thoughts.

Somehow, my last thought of the night wasn't my keys, my job for which I would have to wake up tomorrow, nor was it Nate. The last thing I thought about was,

"I'm glad I met Sophia. I wonder if we'll see each other again. And if so... When? "

It never crossed my head that "when? " would come sooner rather than later

[luv4heartz]

𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘

𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 2

𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 '𝚂𝚘 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢' 𝚋𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚎

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢- lesbian story about 2 girls who like the same guy and are made to believe that the guy is dating the other, but he isn't, he is just a toxic narcissist who enjoys seeing them struggle through their emotions. They end up finding out confront him and date each other instead while also starting a band.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜- toxic relationship, one sided love, narcissistic male character, Yuri, lgbtq, angst, fluff, happy ending, self discovery, denial of feelings, inspired by a song

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

Kaily

I was in my living room playing my guitar and trying to continue a song I'm currently writing, that was until I got a notification. Ding! I picked up my phone just to see that it was Nathan. I opened the text to see that he was sort of inviting me to a party he was organizing this Saturday.

It said, ‘ Hey, just wanted to remind you that I’m looking forward to seeing you on Saturday at the party.’

I was a little taken aback since he had never mentioned a party to me until just now. I decided to answer him and ask him about this party supposedly told me about.

‘What party?’ I asked.

It took him a while to respond. All I could see while I was waiting for him to respond was typing dots appearing and disappearing over and over again until he finally responded.

“You know, the one at my place. I mentioned it last week after class — I figured you’d be up for it.”

I frowned at the screen. I tried to remember any conversation like that, but nothing came to mind. We’d talked, sure — about assignments, coffee, maybe movies — but not a party.

Still, I typed back: “Pretty sure you didn’t tell me about it, Nathan. What’s the occasion?”

A few seconds passed before the typing dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again.

“It’s not really for anything. Just some people getting together. You should come — it’ll be fun.”

There was something off about it, though I couldn’t say what. The tone was friendly, but his words looked somewhat demanding — or maybe it was just that sudden insistence that I had to come. I stared at the message, debating what to say next. I thought it through before I finally responded —

‘Where is it gonna be?’

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By Saturday night, I still wasn’t sure why I’d decided to come. Nathan had sent the address right away after I asked him — It was at an apartment complex near his college. I’d stared at the text for a while before replying, part of me wanting to say no, the other part knowing he’d probably take that as some kind of challenge. When I got out of my car, I could already hear the music thudding from somewhere upstairs. The whole building pulsed with it — the kind of heavy bass that made conversation pointless. Groups of people stood around outside, drinks in hand, laughing like they all knew each other. I felt out of place the second I stepped onto the sidewalk.

His message replayed in my mind: “Second floor. 2B. Don’t knock — just come in.”

No greeting. No, see you soon. Just a command

I made my way up the stairs slowly, trying not to look like I was hesitating even though I was. The hallway smelled like beer and cheap perfume. My heart was beating a little too fast — not from excitement, not really. More like the kind of nerves you get when you get called in to the principal’s office and knowing you did something wrong.

The door to 2B was open just enough for light and noise to spill out into the hall. I peeked in — 20 people or so, laughing, shouting, music blasting. I didn’t recognize a single face. I stepped inside anyway.

The air was humid and thick, the floor slightly sticky under my shoes. I wove through the crowd, glancing around for him. People brushed past me, barely noticing I was there. Someone handed me a cup, but I shook my head.

And then I saw him.

Nathan was leaning against the counter in the kitchen, cup in hand, head tilted slightly as he talked to a girl with dark hair. She was laughing, touching his arm. He didn’t seem to mind. When his eyes met mine across the room, it felt like he’d been waiting for me to show up — not surprised, not happy, just… aware.

His mouth curved into that faint, practiced smile that never quite reached his eyes. I froze for a second. Part of me wanted to turn around and leave. Another part — the stubborn one — refused to give him the satisfaction. So I lifted my chin, forced my shoulders back, and made my way toward him.

Nathan noticed me before I even reached the kitchen. His eyes flicked toward me, that same knowing half-smile settling on his face. The girl beside him — the one with soft dark curls — followed his gaze, and for a second, all three of us were locked in a quiet, uncomfortable triangle.

“Hey,” Nathan said casually, like nothing about this was strange.

“You made it.”

“Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile. “Wouldn’t miss it.

The girl turned toward me fully, still smiling. “So you’re Kaily,” she said brightly. “Nathan talks about you all the time.”

I raised an eyebrow, a little taken aback by her straightforwardness.

“Has he?” I asked, keeping my tone light. “Yeah,” she said, nodding toward Nathan.

“I’m Sophia.” Sophia..., Of course.

The name fit — soft, easy, confident. She gave me a look that was curious, polite, and just slightly cautious. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to size me up or just be friendly. I gave a small smile in return.

“Nice to meet you.”

Nathan, true to form, leaned back against the counter like a spectator, clearly enjoying the quiet tension building between us.

“So, you go to Ridgeview, right?” Sophia asked, shouting a little over the music.

“Yeah,” I replied. “And you?” “City College,” she said to me with a smile plastered on her face.

“We met through… well, you know.” I nodded politely, keeping my expression neutral. I had no idea what “you know” meant, but I didn’t need to — I already assumed.

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We spent the next few minutes talking, cautiously. At first, it was small talk: classes, weekend plans, the unbearable playlist Nathan had picked for the party. But as we talked, something unexpected happened. Sophia was easy to talk to, curious but not invasive, and she laughed at things I didn’t think anyone else would.

“You’re actually… not as intimidating as I thought,” she said finally, smiling.

I blinked at her, a small laugh escaping me. “I could say the same about you.” She grinned. “Well, I guess Nathan has good taste in friends,” she added teasingly.

I tilted my head, considering. “Friends, huh? Sure.”

Nathan’s presence lingered at the edge of my awareness — leaning against the counter, smirking, clearly watching us — but for a moment, I forgot about him. Sophia was… easy. Genuine, even if I thought she already “belonged” to him in some way. After a beat, she nudged me slightly.

“Want to get a drink? Away from the crowd?” I hesitated, glancing toward Nathan. He didn’t seem to mind. “Sure,” I said, smiling back at her. “Lead the way.”

As we wove through the party toward the kitchen, I felt something strange: not rivalry, exactly, but curiosity. And underneath it, a faint sense of relief. Maybe Sophia wasn’t the enemy I’d imagined.

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We leaned against the counter, each with a drink in hand, the music muffled but still thumping in the background. For the first few seconds, it felt a little awkward — like we were both trying to figure out how much to reveal and how much to hold back.

“So… Nathan really does talk about you a lot,” Sophia said, smirking, taking a sip. “Though I swear half the time I’m not sure if he’s bragging or… warning me.” I laughed, shaking my head.

“Yeah? Well, I guess he likes to make everyone sound cooler than they actually are.” Sophia raised an eyebrow, grinning. “I’d say he’s got good taste then. Or really bad taste. It’s hard to tell sometimes.” I laughed louder this time.

“Maybe a little of both.” There was a beat of comfortable silence, and then she tilted her head, pretending to scrutinize me.

“So… tell me something embarrassing about yourself and I’ll tell you something embarrassing about me after.” I narrowed my eyes playfully. “Are you trying to embarrass me to impress him?” Her laugh was genuine, easy, and I felt the tension in my shoulders start to melt.

“Maybe. Or maybe I just want to know what I’m dealing with.” “Fine,” I said, leaning in conspiratorially.

“When I was little, when I was in elementary I was getting my lunch and looking around to see if I could spot my friends. I was so distracted with trying to find them that I didn't notice that a teacher was right in front of me when I bumped into her and spilled my lunch all over her shirt. ” She nearly choked on her drink, laughing. “Oh my God! Really?! Gosh, I feel so bad for the teacher. Poor her. Okay, anyway, my turn.”

She leaned closer, lowering her voice. “I once got stuck in a bathroom at College for an hour because I tried to climb out a window. Totally my fault, obviously. But genuinely thought that I would fit” We laughed together, and for a moment, Nathan — still leaning casually by the counter — faded into the background.

Somehow, just sharing stories, teasing each other, made him… less important. Sophia nudged me with her elbow, grinning. “I think we’re going to be okay, you know. Even if he’s… Nathan.”I smiled, feeling a little thrill of alliance. “Yeah. Even if he is Nathan.”There was a lightness to the conversation now.

Subtle, cautious, but undeniable. Two people who were supposed to be rivals — or at least wary of each other — were slowly finding common ground, while the mystery of Nathan hovered just out of reach.

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“You’re… easier to talk to than I thought,” she said softly,voice careful. Her fingers played with the rim of her glass, and she tucked a loose curl behind her ear.

I gave a small smile, tilting my head slightly. “Is that… a compliment?” I asked, letting my eyes linger on hers for a beat longer than necessary.

She flushed faintly, glancing down at her drink. “Maybe,” she said, voice quiet, almost uncertain. I leaned back casually, letting my posture stay open, relaxed — a little challenge hidden in the simplicity.

“Good to know. I like a little mystery.” The corners of my mouth lifted in a subtle, teasing smile, but I didn’t press further. Her eyes flicked toward Nathan again, then back to me, curious but cautious.

“You’re… not like I expected,” she said softly, still avoiding full eye contact. “Hmm?” I tilted my head, playful but low-key, keeping the energy light. “Not like what you expected? What do you mean? ” Her lips pressed into a thin line, a small, conflicted smile tugging at one corner.

“I don’t know. Just not what I expected.”

I let that hang, letting the quiet tension settle between us. I could see the restraint in her — the invisible line she wouldn’t cross. I didn’t push it. I just smiled faintly, subtle, just enough to let her know I was noticing her, noticing the little cracks in her composure.

“You seem… careful,” I said lightly, sipping my drink. My tone wasn’t teasing, exactly — just observant, a little playful in its softness. Her gaze darted toward Nathan again, lingering for a second before returning to me. She nodded, lips pressed together.

“I… guess I am.” I gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug, leaning slightly closer without breaking any boundaries.

“Careful can be… interesting,” I murmured, letting the words hang between us. No heavy flirting, no pressure — just a hint, enough to make the air between us feel charged.

Sophia looked away, a faint blush on her cheeks, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, she stayed, silently curious, caught between caution and the tiny spark of connection that refused to go away. I smiled faintly, letting her tension fill the space, the unspoken attraction lingering in the quiet between our words.

“For now,” I said softly, letting the phrase imply more than it actually said. Her lips curved slightly, almost imperceptibly, and for a moment, that was enough.

[luv4heartz]

𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘

𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝟷- 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢

𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 '𝚂𝚘 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢' 𝚋𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚎

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢- lesbian story about 2 girls who like the same guy and are made to believe that the guy is dating the other, but he isn't, he is just a toxic narcissist who enjoys seeing them struggle through their emotions. They end up finding out confront him and date each other instead while also starting a band.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜- toxic relationship, one sided love, narcissistic male character, Yuri, lgbtq, angst, fluff, happy ending, self discovery, denial of feelings, inspired by a song

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎- Hii, this is my first story and first time writing so please be patient with me. I will do my best to improve my writing along the way. If you have any suggestions that could help improve and make the story more interesting please let me know, I will consider any suggestion.

I was scrolling through Instagram when a picture of ‘them’ popped up.. I sigh, and like the post, while the only thing that is going through my head continuously is, ‘They look so happy, and I just wanna die…’

I decide it’s time to get up and get ready to have lunch with Nathan.

‘Nathan is one of my closest friends. We met back in 9th grade when I transferred high schools, and we were only 14, we’re now 22 and in college, and guess what? Those feelings? Yeah, they’re still here.

We started as friends, but then my feelings for him slowly developed into something more than just a close friendship. Of course, he knows this, given that I told him about my feelings, but he rejected me. He told me that, though he appreciates me telling him he couldn’t reciprocate my feelings towards him, given his relationship with his current girlfriend, Kaily.

We stayed as friends, but the thing is, I never got over my feelings for him. I find it hard to get over them when he is constantly sending me mixed signals.

For example, sometimes we’ll be hanging out and then suddenly he’ll do or say something that makes me think he is flirting with me, which makes absolutely no sense since he already has a girlfriend. Though I have never actually met his girlfriend, I have seen her on Nathan’s Instagram, and she seems like a nice person.

And although I would never wish anything bad on any of them or their relationship, sometimes I wish I could be her, or that they would break up, so that maybe, just maybe, Nathan would actually notice me romantically and not just as a friend.

I sigh and get up to change so I can finally go and meet Nate for whatever he is planning on telling me.I quickly grab my purse and keys, and head out to meet Nathan.

𓇢𓆸

“ So, I'm planning a party at my apartment this weekend”

- “Saturday?” I ask as I process what he just said.

“Yeah, why?”

-“Oh, nothing, I just don’t think I’ll be able to make it.”

“Why?”

- “Because my grandmother’s birthday is on Saturday.”

I say, while I look down and hope he won’t get mad. I look up only to see how his face has gone from looking happy and calm to looking annoyed and irritated.

“So what you’re telling me is, you prefer being with some old lady than with me?”

- “What?! No! I never said that, it’s just that I wanna spend her birthday with her, and she’s not just some old lady, she’s my grandmother.”

He sighs, looks down at his phone, and gets up. “You know what, I’m late for something, I gotta go.”

- “What?! Why?! I'm sorry, really, please don’t be mad.” I say surprised as I get up.

He comes up to me and hugs me as he says goodbye. He lowers his head down to my ear to then whisper, “I better see you there.” he then exits as I stand there watching as he leaves, while at the same time feeling a tear run down my cheek.

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