Unscripted

Chapter 38: Chasing Pavements

Florence POV

Ugh. What the fuck happened last night and why does everything hurt?

It feels like a freight train is chugging along inside of my head and the light feels like knives stabbing my eyes as soon as they open.

"Ugh..." I let out a huff, audible only to Billie girl who seems content enough to remain curled up at my feet.

I reach out to swipe my phone off the table beside me. When my eyes adjust and I'm able to see the screen clearly, the events of last night come flooding back to me.

Fuck. Why did I do that?

I open my unread messages to see more than a couple from my friends making sure I got home alright and checking to see if I'm ok. I don't blame them, I did kind of blow out of there without warning.

The one message that is notably absent, though, is the only message I really care to see. I click on the thread and see my message that I sent to her last night, showing as read but not garnering any reply.

Babycakes
Darling I'm so sorry. I can explain everything. I made a mistake and I apologize. Please forgive me.

Even after everything we've been through, this is the first and only time she's left me on read. Everything in me wants to send her another message now that the heat of the moment has passed.

You've done enough damage, asshole. She'll talk to you when she's ready. You really hurt her....

I can't help the spark of hope that ignites in my chest when my phone vibrates in my hand. But when I look at it, that hope is shattered by what is perhaps the one name I least care to see.

Fletcher
Good morning. We don't have to talk or anything. I just wanted to apologize for everything. I didn't mean to cause so much drama. Just...be mad at me if you're gonna be mad ok? Don't be mad at y/n. I'm sorry.

I read his message once, then again. I don't even know what to say to that. I screw my eyes closed once again, hoping to quell the pulsating pain in head.

Poor man doesn't even know what he doesn't know. And here he is thinking he's to blame.

I'm not really interested in having this conversation, but I know that I can't leave him hanging. I don't want to hurt him more than I already have.

                                                             Miss Flo
Mornin'. Don't apologize, you've nothing to be sorry for. I'm not mad at you and I'm not mad at her. I'm mad at myself. But please Fletch, don't apologize to me. We're both guilty.

I'm not exactly thrilled with my words, but I don't have it in me to try and do better. The events of last night play in my head on a loop. No matter what I do, I can't stop seeing the look on her face when y/n saw us.

My phone buzzes again. I really need people to stop fucking talking to me unless their name is y/n.

Fletcher
Just so you know I'm gonna be staying with Griff for a while. So you don't have to avoid the house or anything. Coming between you and my sister is the last thing I wanna do. She's your best friend, I get it.

At his words, I let my phone fall from my hand and land somewhere beside me as I press my head more firmly against my pillow. I inhale deeply before sighing loudly.

Best friends....is that what we are? Of course that's what we are. But why does it feel like I broke my own heart and hers too?

                                                              Miss Flo
Once she starts speaking to me again, I'm sure things will be fine. Don't give up time with your sister on my account.