Written in the Stars

26|Not friends

This chapter is HEAVILY based on the song Not Friends by Maisie Peters. It is not my song and not entirely my own words. However, it is my plot. 

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+Fuck off.+
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[Not Friends]

After careful consideration, and many conversations with my friends and family, I decided on confronting him. He doesn't just get to break up with me without a reason. So, in a mature manor, I corned him at school. 

"Why did you, did you break up with me?"

"Lynny," he sighs. "We were bad."

"But we could have been good! It j-j-just didn't work like we thought it would," I argue, the last few words merely mumbles.

"Addilyn, it wasn't working at all." 

"In what way was it 'n-not working'?" I scoff. It was silent for a few minutes before I sighed and admit, "I re-resent you just a l-little if I'm honest. However, o-one of us has to try to k-keep our, our promise. We can't j-just give up, David."

"Addilyn.." I cut him off.

"Shut up. I'm talking. You s-swore you would swallow your pride w-when we started this. You prom-omised."

"I tried."

"No you didn't," I frown. "Look, I may be a bit bitter, broken, and I  l-lie sometimes, but at least I'm trying!" I huff. "I told you things I had n-never told anyone else, Da-Da-avid. You can't even give me a good reason."

I turn and walk away. I know it wasn't fair. I should have given him a better chance to talk. No wonder he broke up with me.

 I head straight home, not even bothering with going to the last class. I just didn't want to know what else he had to say. Not now. Otherwise, I would breakdown crying. I don't wanna cry again. I don't wanna cry at all.

The next day, I tell my friends what happened. "We're not friends, n-no we're somewhere in-between I think."

"But he is awful, Lynny," Lucy sighs.

"But I miss him!" I groan.

"Lyn, you just told us that you killed him in your dream last night!" Rogelio argues. Alexander nods his head in agreement. 

"Even in my d-dreams he didn't care," I glare at the table. "I'm going home." I'm not doing this today. I just want to lay in bed and sleep, so that's what I plan on doing.

Four Days Later.

"Ashton! Let's go!" I shout for the eighth time. He finally runs down the stairs and out the house. I roll my eyes as I follow him out. He begged me to take him to the park. It's been a bit over a week since David broke up with me. I still don't know why he did it. I wish I knew. I could have fixed it, I would have changed for him.

We walk down the street towards the park, the sun setting and rain pouring. I told him no a million times but he promised to dress extra warm and take an umbrella. I give in to Ash a lot, but he's my brother and he deserves the best. 

When we arrive, I allow him to go off and play while I decide to stand in the rain, with music, and the stars unable to be seen. I know they are there. I don't need to see them to know they are there. That's how I feel about my mum sometimes. It's how I felt about David.

I close my eyes as the music plays from my jacket pocket. I get tired of holding the umbrella and decide to put it on the ground. I allow the rain to soak my hair and clothing. I'll probably get sick. Oh well.

At least Ash won't notice I'm crying.

I stand there for awhile before I feel the rain stop hitting me. I open my eyes in confusion, and see that David is holding the umbrella over me and I'm soaking wet.

I frown, looking away.

"Why d-did you end it, David?" I murmur.

"I don't know, Addilyn," he whispers back.

"Okay. It's fine," I take the umbrella back and begin to head in Ash's direction.

"I know I'm awful. Like all of the time. But I swear I'll start trying, Lynny."

I stop dead in my tracks.

"Please, just give me one more chance," he sounds so hurt.

I turn and run into him, not caring how wet I am. He wraps his arms around my waist, holding me tight.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers into my hair, a sniffle escaping him as well.

I pull away. I can't do this to myself. "I just need time to think about it, I'm sorry." 

I'm crying again, but not in a happy way. This time it's because I can tell I just shattered his heart, but he shattered mine first and I need time. He nods slowly. I hug him again, sobbing into his shoulder and he quietly cries onto mine. 

We're just kids. We shouldn't hurt this bad. I need time, I can't forget that I need time.