Happily Never After

A year later...

I was woke up in my new apartment in Los Angeles.

I missed my old apartment that I used to share with Greg.

I missed waking up to him in the morning.

Cuddling up to him.

Seeing his sleeping face.

I just miss him in general.

It's been one year since shit got real at Pax.

I've been trying to live life like a normal person who was trying to get over her ex-boyfriend.

But it hasn't been going good so far.

My friends have been taking me to bars to meet men.

They've sent me on blind dates.

They even asked a guy to go over and talk to me and try a one night stand on me.

Didn't work out, so they gave up.

Apparently I built walls that not even my friends can get by.

The Crew had stopped talking to me a month after Greg and I broke up.

One by one they just stopped responding to my text.

They stopped Skyping me.

They stopped playing with me.

I think it's the "bros before hoes" policy that's stopping them from talking to me.

I miss them.

They're happy vibe I got every time I talked to them.

I hate not playing with them.

*buzz*

My phone went off and I was too lazy to see who it was.

*buzz*

I let it buzz.

*buzz*

*buzz*

*buzz*

I grabbed my phone off my night stand and looked at who keeps texting me.

The tiny shred of hope was gone when I saw the name Evan pop up on my screen instead of the name of a Crew member.

I checked what Evan just sent me.

Evan:

You gonna get on GTA or what?

I sighed and slowly replied.

Ally:

I'll be on in an hour.

I got outta bed and walked towards the bathroom.

There I brushed my teeth and washed my face.

I walked out grabbed a set of clothes outta my drawer.

I grabbed the blue Adidas sweater I stole from Greg and a pair of ripped skinny jeans.

I brushed out my hair and put on socks.

I walked over to my set up and turned on my computer.

I logged into Skype and GTA.

I was gonna join the Skype call with Evan and the others when someone called me.