twelve

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i parked my car in front of the band house, slowly shutting the car door as i slid out. i made my way to the front door, meandering along the sidewalk in an attempt to delay confrontation. as i approached the house, i made a terrible realization.

what if jonah answered the door?

what the fuck was i gonna tell him?

'oh sorry i left, jo, but i've been in love with you for years and i don't want to be your rebound after your perfect girlfriend.'

before i could stop myself, i had already rang the doorbell.

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