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After going through the plans with
Celeste, Xavier, Louis, Izabella,
and people I've never seen before

We decided to go to a bar, the ones in
Chicago aren't the same as
in New York, it's a different feeling, the people here are more depressing and
the alcohol is cheap, but it's still a bar.

Celeste is at her house because
according to her we're only here
because we're "drowning our sorrows"

I'm not that miserable, I don't need
alcohol or drugs; the only addiction
I suffer from has brown curly hair,
light blue eyes, an attitude, and is constantly in some type of trouble.

Now I know she's alive, and has
recovered from her injuries,
is she running from me because
she thinks I tried to kill her? Maybe

Louis orders us more drinks, and if
he wasn't I was already planning to.

"So...what's the plan?"  Louis asks, the bartender places our drinks in front of
us and slides me a folded piece of paper

I open it and see a number, I make sure
she's distracted and throw it away.
Louis starts laughing and stares at
me like I've done a thoughtless thing

"𝙄'𝙢 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙." he rolls his eyes
and takes agulp of
the drink you're supposed to sip.

"Y'know I love Marceline, she's my best friend and I think I know her better
than most do." I can assume what
he's planning on saying but if it's some idiotic brother speech I'm leaving.

He looks around the room, anywhere
but my eyes, I don't understand why
he's so nervous, I don't care what he has
to say so might as well get it over with

"I'm going to be honest,"

A lie that most people start sentences
with "Marcy likes to have fun,
partying, fucking, drinking, smoking,
even crying." now I know where this conversation is leading

"You can do the same, she's probably having fun with other people,
if you both somehow end up together,
she won't hate you for doing it."
I won't believe that until she tells me, actually I wouldn't even believe her.

The idea of looking at anyone else
the same way I view her is sickening.
"I've stayed 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙 ever since I met
her, I don't want to think about anyone
else even if she doesn't do the same."

He sighs again and gives me other
excuses, shouldn't he be telling me
not to sleep with anyone, if he is her
"best friend" why would he
encourage me to fuck other people?

Even opening that small piece of paper made me feel guilty, a part of me feels
like I'm betraying her trust and lying to
her, naturally, I wouldn't want
to feel this way, so I ignore any offers
and pretend they never happened.