*Requested by Swanky24
Emily's POV
I put down my phone with a huff. Kelley hasn't answered a single one of my many texts. It's been over a month since I've talked to her, let alone seen her.
Ever since we got into that fight about how little time she spent with me, Kelley has been avoiding me like Christen tries to avoid Jill. The irony in the whole situation is insane. I claimed she didn't work hard enough in our relationship and she insisted I was overreacting and she tried harder than me. So much fucking irony as she's now avoiding me without attempting to talk.
She won't talk, look, or even speak to someone about me. It's getting to a point where I'm ready to fly out to Utah and knock on her front door. I might be annoyed with her, but I still love her with all my heart.
"SONNY! COME ON, WE HAVE TO GET TO THE AIRPORT! MARK IS GOING TO KILL US IF WE'RE LATE AGAIN!" I heard Lindsay yell through the house.
Luckily, I wouldn't have to wait long if I wanted to burst into Kelley's apartment since we were flying to Utah to play them.
"CALM YOURSELF HORAN! I'M COMING," I snorted.
"THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID," I said with a laugh
"Jesus fucking Christ I live with a three-year-old," Lindsay said as she laughed at me as I walked down the stairs.
"I cute three-year-old thank you very much."
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Let's go."
Kelley's POV
"Chris, drop it. I'm not speaking to her," I huffed as I lay on my bed with Christen after practice.
"You do realize you not talking to her just proves her point right?"
"Her point is idiotic." Christen laughed. She shook her head and pulled me up to face her.
"How often did you call her before the fight?"
I thought back and was about to answer when she cut me off, "once a week, Kels. Once. How often did you say I loved her during those calls?"
I opened my mouth, "Again, once. I was in the room with you the last time you talked to her. How often did you make an effort to go down to Portland compared to her coming here? I'm not even going to let you answer. The answer is your one to her five. Five Kels. She has a point. How many-"
I cut her off, getting annoyed with the number of facts that Christen could pull out of her head.
"Okay, I get it. I-"
"No, you don't Kels. That girl loves you so fucking much. So much that I can see the way her eyes light up at the mention of your name. So much that she flew out here as much as possible to see you. So much that she would leave cheesy letters on the table before she left. So much that I know, she wants to propose to you. She loves you so much, and you're over here with me acting like a fucking child instead of apologizing to your girl," Christen said.
At this point, the brunette was standing up and looking at me as if she was a lawyer trying to make a case to a jury: arms crossed and brow creased with a look of determination on her face.
My head fell into my hands as I thought about the situation.
"What have I done?"
"Fucked up."
I chuckled bitterly at my best friend.
"Shut up and tell me how to fix it, dumbass."
"I can't tell you that, Kels. Just give her the love she deserves. She's coming to Utah tonight for the game tomorrow. Do something after the game."
