SO 2 DAYS AGO WE WERE RANKED #70, YESTERDAY IT WAS #61, AND NOW THATS FUCKING #38!!!!! GUYS?!?! THAT EVEN DESERVES A GIF (thanks to Wattpad's new resource, the possibilities are endless)
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*Luke's P.O.V* January 30th Laurel: Luke, I miss you. - 7:43pm
Laurel: I know ur mad at me but can't we just try fixing this together? - 9:03pm
Laurel: Okay... have a good night - 11:50pm
February 1st Laurel: You have no idea how much I miss you... isn't this enough already? - 8:06am
Laurel: Seriously, it's been almost a week and I miss my best friend - 1:47pm
Laurel: I'm sorry. I'm sorry for ruining everything, but I truly was just trying to make a surprise. I hope u know I had nothing but good intentions on that. Its funny how everything without you seems different, I don't even recognize my own life if I ain't got you... I fought with Megan and I made u mad. My choices have been terrible, I know, I've paid the price. I'm completely alone, all by myself, no one to talk to. I guess this is not a problem to you, u've always got tons of people around u anyway... but if u miss me, just a tiny little bit, pls don't give up on me. it was just a misunderstanding, what else can I do other than say I'm sorry? if I could turn back time I would... idk if ur reading this or ur simply ignoring all the texts I send, but in case you've made it to the end of this incredibly melancholic and long message, i got the scholarship. I'm moving to San Francisco on the 10th. I hope by then you're talking to me again... that's it, I guess. I won't bother anymore. - 4:16pm
Laurel: Oh, just one last thing: I love you. I really do. Bye. - 4:20pm
I read all the messages over and over again, feeling this incredible desire to simply call her and apologize for leaving her alone, and congratulate her for the scholarship. The week without any sign of Laurel has dragged itself, and I've been nothing but grumpy all day.
"You're not calling her, are you?" A asks.
I look up at her, fed up.
"What if I am? She's my girlfriend."
"I don't think things are going well with that little princess of yours" She mocks.
"And how could you possibly know about my personal life? I don't recall giving you any information."
Amanda shrugs.
"You don't have to, I know you quite well. I can tell when you're upset with somebody"
"Couldn't they be you?" I scoff. "I mean, I do have been with you for more than I find pleasurable this week."
"Nah, that's different. And considering you didn't answer any phone calls from her or called, nor texted anyone, I might have guessed there was trouble in paradise."
