twenty-three | POSSIBILITIES
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B E A U M O N E T
"So, you finally decided to come home after a few days." Zion glares at me as I step into our apartment. I grin, knowing the reason why I haven't been here for a couple of days. "I seem to like the second option at this point."
I roll my eyes, "I did tell you where I was."
He nods his head, "Oh, yea. At your girlfriend's house."
"Not my-" I tried to finish my sentence but Zion interrupts me with a scoff.
"Cut me the 'she's not my girlfriend' bullshit, Beau." Zion groans, stepping closer to me. "What is she? Your friend." He mocks, raising his eyebrows as I glare at him. "I've never seen you smile so hard before, and I know she's the reason for that." He places a hand on one of my shoulders, "You don't need a title to confirm your relationship with her. The titles boyfriend and girlfriend are nothing more than letters glued perfectly to form a meaningful sentence. The emotion is what makes the glue unbreakable."
"Wow." I gasp, surprised at the multiple sentences that Zion had just uttered.
"I know, I'm pretty smart," Zion grinning.
"I haven't asked her to be her boyfriend because I'm trying to find the right moment," I admit. "But also the correct words."
"My advice is to say what's on your mind," Zion states like it's the easiest thing in the world.
"That's the problem, I can't say what's on my mind." I slightly shout, not because I'm frustrated with Zion but because I'm frustrated with myself. "I feel like if I express my feelings wrongly, I'm going to fuck it up, that I'm going to fuck it up between Indra and me."
"But wouldn't it be better to say something than not say anything at all?" Zion whispers. "How about writing down your feelings, then say all those things you wrote down here." He notices my sign of stress and lets out an exaggerated sigh, "Okay, how about this? You'll write down everything you feel for this girl, then I'll double check if it's stupid, which I guarantee it isn't."
Before thinking, I wrap one of my arms over his shoulders and the other one under his arm, hugging him. I don't think I ever hugged Zion before because his body tenses at my sudden action, but, a couple of seconds later, he relaxes into the hug.
"This is weird." He says, with a dry laugh and I chuckle.
"Sorry for being an ass for all those years." I apologize, unwrapping my arms from his.
Zion is the definition of friendship. As much as much as I'm rude to him sometimes, he stayed. I've haven't realize that he's stayed ever since he greeted me that one time at school. I may not know what the feeling of family was like, but he is the closest thing to it. And, even if I didn't know a few years back, I'm glad he's a part of my life.
"Damn, Indra has changed you," Zion chuckles, folding his arms on top of his chest. "I don't think I've seen you so touching before."
"Well, take this in because this is the last time you will." I joke, chuckling a little bit.
"You're such a changed man." He continues to state, with a proud grin on his face.
"I'm going into my room, you're weirding me out." I say, furrowing my eyebrows at him. I walk past Zion and enter my room, closing the door behind me. I search through my room, finding something to write with and something to write on. I'm actually considering taking Zion's advice and writing the things I feel.
My hands were full of paper and pen as I sat down on the edge of the bed. All I have to do is pour every single feeling this wonderful girl has ever possessed in me, every emotion I feel when we kiss, every emotion that I feel when she laughs, every emotion I felt when we hugged each other, every emotion that I've simple experience since I've met her.
But, why is it so hard for me?
I always hated writing because I could never arrange words together and make them beautiful. I thought certain types of brains are only cable of forming their feelings into artistic books and letters. But, I can't do that, I'm just used to keeping myself in my own thoughts and letting my brain and heart do all the healing instead of letting my hands.
A buzz from my phone interrupts my thoughts. I slide my hand into my pocket and grab my phone, checking the notification.
INDRA:
did you get home yet?
i texted u to tell me when u do.
i know u forgot.
BEAU:
yes i'm home
and, no i didn't forget
i was just about to text you
yea right.
you're lying.
lying or not, i'm safe
i love it when your worried for me
it's kind of a turn on
...
i added a song to our playlist,
ur going to love it.
that's what you said last time and i hated it
im taking away ur privilege of adding songs in our playlist
you didn't even give the song a chance
and you should be thanking me, i added taste into this playlist.
i have a question to ask u
okay, ask
what is something you always wanted
like gift wise
and this has nothing to do with your birthday being close.
:)
i lowkey don't know
and you know, you don't have to get me something.
well i'm going to get you one anyways
okay give at least something you love
music?
thanks for your helpful hint.
And we kept on texting each other for hours and hours, I don't feel bored or exhausted, I feel lighter than I did before. It's crazy to think what my life would be like without Indra in it, how alone I would be if she wasn't.
There are multiple possibilities, about one trillion possibilities in the multiverse. And through all those possibilities, some actually happen and some don't. And it has me thinking, there's a possibility that I don't meet Indra, a possibility that I don't constantly go to our lake to meet her, and a possibility that we end up being strangers after we met at the vinyl shop. And all those possibilities where I don't meet Indra, I see myself in a void space, searching for something that's missing.
She's the missing piece.
The possibilities that I'm so glad came true in my existence.
I should definitely write this down.
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heyy babes.
sorry for the late update again and for the short chapter but I should be writing longer chapters and posting more frequently now since I'm done with finals
they weren't joking when they say junior year was hard
there might be some mistakes here and there, i'll correct them later.
anyway, i wanted this chapter to focus on beau's and zion's friendship because I haven't gone more in-depth with them.
hoped u like this chapter and have a good night/day <3
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Romancemusic was the only thing that illuminated their darkness, but now, it was the souls of each other.
