@rivershe gets a um. makeup? breakup? who knows, not me
BASH WAS A FUCKING IDIOT. many people had said that to and about him over the years, and he never cared. because he never felt as stupid as he did when he was reading the text river sent. what was that old saying? a day late and a dollar short. he didn’t know when she sent it. she said ‘ goodbye ’ and he threw his phone against the wall so hard the screen cracked and it wouldn’t turn back on. which didn’t really matter because the next morning, he skipped training ( that he didn’t really want to be at anyway ) to get a new iphone. when the new phone booted up and transferred all his data from his sim card, he saw the text and : you guessed it, realized that he was a fucking idiot.
he almost replied, but what could he say? she probably hated him, and he couldn’t blame her after the way he acted. he never should have taken her to the party because he knew she didn’t want to be there. it wasn’t her scene, but it was his. parties were fun, and he wanted to share that fun part of his life with her. ironically, he ended up having a very not fun night without her. once he realized she was gone, he spent a while looking for her. then moon told him she left. she was taking pity on him, or putting him out of his misery or whatever. but he felt like a fucking asshole, and maybe he was.
training was over, and like the idiot asshole he was, bash was sitting on her porch when she came home. just waiting there for over an hour, reading and rereading the text she sent. the car door shut and he realized she probably didn’t see him there, hidden by the bushes with the way he was leaned back, held up by his elbows. it was probably better that way. she would have put the car in reverse and drove away. he sat up as she approached, making his presence known. “hey,” he said, and shot up before she could run away from him. fingers circled around her waist to hold her in place while he pleaded his case. “let me talk. please.”











