"Boyfrenemies" Vol. 2

sixteen

TWEEK'S POV

i probably stared at the message for a good five minutes.

just a simple question, "wyd" but so many things that could be answered such as:

— crying about breaking up with the love of my life
—questioning about breaking up with the love of my life
—regretting breaking up with the love of my life
—pissed at the love of my life

but who would expect all of that answered by such a simple question, so i chose the best response i could think of:

me: nothing much
me: wbu

what a great answer.

it's not even thirty seconds until my phone pinged again and my heart dropped to my ass

chris: nothing? isn't it homecoming?

i closed my eyes with a deep sigh, i literally told him all about how great this night was going to be a few days ago and of course he remembers.

and i'm such a godawful liar there's no point to tell him that i'm "still there having a great time with my boyfriend!!!" so i tell him the truth

me: u caught me
me: worst night of my life actually so i'm home wallowing in my misery

there's a minute before my phone pings again and i hate how fast i looked to see the next responses:

chris: damn
chris: want to talk ab it?

i pause for a brief moment, i was in this weird limbo of wanting to talk about it but also just wanting to be alone.

but i really don't need to be alone at this moment, whenever that happens my thoughts will start to spiral out of control and i would be even more miserable than before.

i don't even remember how long i lasted with pondering my decisions until i got another ping

chris: u don't have to ofc i get it if u want to be alone

i couldn't help but smile at that, at least he's thoughtful

as sweet as that is, it's not what i want.

so i click on his contact and press the phone button. he answers within the first ring.

"hey," he greets me.

"h-hey," i say shyly....it's like i completely forgot how to communicate with him.

"i meant what i said you know," he says, "we really don't have to talk if you don't want to we could just text."

i smile again, "n-no it's fine...whenever i-i get like this it's n-not good for me to b-be alone with my t-thoughts."

"oh i get that," he says.

there's a pause, "a-and i need to v-vent."

he laughs at that, "i also get that. so what could have possibly ruined this lovely night you were so excited for?"

"i-it's a long story," i realize, not wanting to dump all of my shit onto him.

"it's fine, just let go," he says calmly.

i take a deep breath and let the anger and hurt ive had for these past few hours pour out like a damn waterfall, "a h-homecoming dance is s-supposed to be a time where y-you spend with your friends or s-significant other right? y-you're supposed to h-have fun!"

"mhm," he says, no question about it.

"s-so tell me why craig a-and some other b-boys sat in a d-damn corner playing s-super smash bros at homecoming! all ignoring t-their dates," i say grinding my teeth and getting pissed just reliving this all over again.