Prompt: "Did he just text you?"
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Two drinks in and I'm already considering calling him, I'm noting even that drunk but apparently I don't need much help to fall down the rabbit hole. It's a bad idea I know, but the alcohol and loneliness is telling me it'd be a great idea to call my ex and tell him I miss him.
My friends tried to take me out for drinks to get my mind off of him, but obviously it's not working. Said friends are off dancing with random guys, each one has told me to do it myself- in attempts to get over him- but I can't bring myself to do it.
So I'm sitting sadly on a bar stool, staring pathetically at his contact. My thumb hovers over the call button, almost wishing someone would bump into me so I'd have an excuse to call him. I don't even know if he's thinking about me and yet here I am.
I'm closing my phone before taking another short sip of the drink that isn't even good anymore. But when my phone buzzes in my hand I'm about to spit out the drink.
Pierre
I miss you....
My jaw drops and my eyes widen. Sure I basically asked for this but now I don't know how to react.
"Ay I know that face" my best friends voice makes me jump and quickly conceal my phone against my chest. She narrows her eyes, "y/n" she say my name as a warning and it has me looking anywhere but her eyes.
"Did he just text you?" She questions but her tone suggests she already knows the answer.
"Maybe..." I say the word and my voice goes up a few octaves- putting it on display that I'm lying.
"Y/n you better not go see him" she says after reading the simple message Pierre sent me.
"C'mon on y/b/f," I'm practically begging for her acceptance, "cant two people reconnect?"
She gives me a look before saying, "yeah I'm sure there'll be a lot of reconnecting" she says suggestively.
I just roll my eyes and ignore the flush of my face.
"I only see him as a friend now" it's a big fat lie and I'm sure not even a stranger would believe me, much less my best friend.
"You say that last time" she hums the words and again I roll me eyes.
"It's a bad idea right?" I mumble while looking at the message, my finger tips hovering over the keyboard.
"It's a very bad one, don't go" is all she says with a pointed finger before she walks away:
"It is a very bad idea" I repeat as I look from my best friends retreating figure to my phone.
"Fuck it, it'll be fine" I quickly decide and type out a message.
Me
Are you in town?
He responds with his new address and a message confirming he is.
I look for my friends watchful eyes before quickly slipping out of the bar.
Yes I know he's my ex and yes I know we've played this game before. We break up, one of us says we miss each other, and before I know it- it's like I've tripped into his bed.
Despite that I'm still shutting off my car when I've pulled up to his house. He standing at the door, leaning on the frame, watching me have a mental battle inside my car.
It's like my brain is short circuiting. All rationality flies put of my brain when I see him up close.
"I'm glad you came" Pierre says when I'm standing in front of him, "I really missed you" he's said the same thing the last two times and yet my heart still skips a beat at the repeated words. I can't hear my rational thoughts at all, all because of the way he's looking at me.
"I missed you too" I say the same with a love sick smile.
"You wanna come in?" He asks as if I won't say the same thing I say every time.
I should probably not, I think but the thoughts fall on my own deaf ears.
I only see him as a friend, I try to convince myself but again it's the biggest lie I ever said.
His blue eyes find mine and I already know how the night will end.
This is such a bad idea... fuck it, it's fine
"Didn't come all this way to stand outside now did I?" I can't help but tease. Pierre chuckles and welcomes me in, shutting the door behind us.
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This was a bad idea, my best friend was right.
The sunlight peaks through the half closed drapes, lighting up the side of Pierre's face that lays on the pillow next to me.
A soft groan falls from my lips and I squeeze my eyes shut as I continuously realize history is just repeating itself all over again. As soon as I walked inside last night, it's like the mood shifted and soon enough me and Pierre were kissing again.
It all fit like a familiar puzzle, each action- Pierre picking me up as he kisses me, me practically tripping into his bed when we get to his room, our clothes being thrown everywhere- like practice.
His arm slung across my stomach and the warm of his body is a ironic reminder of me saying we're done for good. Which was a week ago.
My phone starts buzzing on the side table. I pick it up with another groan, of course it's my best friend asking why I'm not at our shared apartment.
BFF
Are you okay? You kinda disappeared last night
Me
Im all good, just went home with a guy
What I don't tell her is the guys name, despite her asking. I know she'll get annoyed with me so I can't bring myself to tell her whose warm sheets I'm snuggled up in or even the guys named.
It's a bad idea falling back into old patterns... but fuck it I'll be fine
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Technically based off the song
'bad idea right?' By Olivia
Rodrigo lol
Idk how I feel ab this, kinda
like it kinda hate it
Might delete it...
