Unexpected Love

Chapter Twenty: Bench Warmers

His clothes, they smell disgusting, but I can still smell his natural scent alongside it. It's like a mixture of grass and tomato sauce; It's a weird combination but I love it.

He hasn't come back yet, but he still had about an hour and a half left of practice. It's killing me not to talk to him, especially after the bomb my stupid boyfriend just dropped on me.

Oh my god, someone is calling me. What do I do? I'm surrounded in his stuff .. Oh wait. It's Phoebe and Nicole.

I slid the button to the right, answering the call that might just break me.

"Hey bud, you missed our movie night. What's up with you?" Nicole said in such a way that I couldn't help but laugh. But it hurt, so much so that I let out more tears than before. I looked down at C's shirt to see that it was now a darker shade of green, I didn't know I had contained so many tears.

"I just .. Brayden kinda dropped a huge bomb on me." I cried, trying not to sound as broken down as I was. "I could just really use my girls right now."

Phoebe made a weird noise, "Well, I guess it's good we got here so quickly then. Is the door unlocked?"

"Umm," I moved from having my face pressed on the floor, to only half of it smushed. "Yah, I made my brother kick Bray out not that long ago."

All of a sudden I heard the door knob move on the door to the room, "You took too long." And in came Nicole followed by Phoebe.

I didn't feel like moving though, they were two of my best friends: seeing me look gross and crying was part of that deal.

"Oh, sweetheart. You look absolutely terrible." Phoebe said, hanging up the phone and quickly rushing to my side. "What did that imbecile do to you?"

As they both picked me up, which was kinda fun, I said, "He told me.. He said that.."

They looked at eachother as they dropped me in the bed, I landed right on top of his soccer sweatshirt. I gave up on trying to explain, pressing my face into his sweatshirt now. It smelt so much sweatier than his shirt, but I didn't care right now.

"Okay okay. Well it looks like it has to do with this sweat monster," Nicole started, plugging her nose. "So how about we just wait until he gets back. At least it seems like he should be considering his clothes are all over the room and he left his glasses on the bed side table "

She pulled a movie out from Phoebe's purse, revealing some already-popped popcorn and peanut m&m's. I couldn't form any words, so I started to cry.

"Oh I know. You love us and this is your favorites for when you're sad." Nicole started.

"We love you too, baby girl. I just want you to know that what ever this is, what ever it might be, we will be here for you and you can't change that." Phoebe said as she opened the DVD player, spitting out Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban. "We're you watching movies in here too, because I know Chance, he only watches these movies when you're with him."

I laughed a little, again hurting me, but this time it was because I started to think of why he would possible be giving his heart away. Was it because he doesn't like seeing me sad or because he just has a huge problem that he hasn't told me about yet?

I guess he'll tell me when he gets back, let's hope.

"Okay, well we're not letting you cry all night, so we brought your favorite: Bench Warmers." Nicole said, watching Phoebe put it in the machine. She turned me around so that my face wasn't smushed downwards, I could actually see the TV, and squished herself next to me. Phoebe jumped on my other side, hiking her arm in mine and placing her head on my shoulder.

I cried a little, "I love you guys."

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