Fool - 2
"Red or black?" you ask one of your best guy friends Joe.
"Black. That dress/suit will make you look amazing," he replied smiling. You nod, handing the outfit to him.
"Now for shoes," you sigh. "White or red?"
"White. Black and white is always classy," he suggested.
You slip on the white shoes, glancing at the dress. "Yeah, I agree."
"Why wouldn't you?" he asked, pretending to be offended.
You laugh. "Don't take it personally, my friend."
Today you were meeting up with someone you met on Tinder. He seemed like a genuine guy... a lot like Dan, your ex.
"I'll go change," you say grabbing the outfit and heading to the bathroom. It took you a while to get over him, but Zoe and Joe had been making you get out of your room and find new people.
*+*+*+*
"How do I look?" you ask Joe, stepping back into your bedroom.
"Fa-bu-lous," he replied snapping his fingers. You roll your eyes and fix your hair.
"Let's go," you say excitedly, pulling him off your bed.
You both walk downstairs and sit on the couch, chatting about random things.
Just then, you hear a knock on the door.
"I've got it," you say standing up and going to the door.
You look through the peephole and gasp.
"Dan," you whisper so silently that Joe couldn't hear it.
"Who is it?" he asked looking over at you.
Words couldn't function. All the memories and tears came charging back, breaking you down.
"Y/N?" Joe asked again, standing up.
"It's Dan," you stutter, backing away from the door.
His eyes widened, quickly opening it.
"Dan?" he asked him, confused.
"I need to talk to Y/N, right now," Dan replied looking him dead in the eye.
You shudder, hearing him say your name.
Joe steps aside, letting Dan see you. His eyes meet yours, making you nervous.
"Can we talk?" he asked, giving you a small smile. You nod slightly, walking outside with him.
"You've got this," Joe quickly whispered to you.
Closing the door behind you, Dan takes your hand.
You weren't angry. Strangely, you were calm.
"I need you," he began. "I've missed every moment without you.
I know.
"Why'd you leave me then," you mutter.
"I don't know what I was thinking. Stress was getting the best of me."
"So your immediate thought was to leave me brokenhearted for four months?"
"I didn't know, Y/N. I couldn't think straight."
"I don't have anything to say to you," you say. The anger was building now.
"Please. You were, and are my everything. I'm a wreck..." he pleads, still holding on to your hand.
You sigh, not sure what to do. You still loved him. You still wanted him; but he could hurt you again. To you, that was the only thing holding you back.
"If you hurt me again," you begin.
"I won't. I swear to God that I won't hurt you again," he blurts out.
You hug him, forgiving him.
"Thank you," he mumbled into your shoulder.
You nod, leaving the hug. "I have to cancel something."
Pulling out your phone, you text your date that you were sick, cancelling the date.
him: sorry to hear that
you: it's alright.
him: want to take a rain check?
you: sorry. i think this will be the last time we talk..
him: why?!
you: i've found him again.
"I've got to edit a video," Dan said out of the blue. "But, would you like to play Mario once I finish?"
"You'll beat me, as usual, but alright," you agree, laughing.
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