06
Omera
"I'm sorry about all of that, I tried to text you and tell you but-" Phil tries to explain but I just ignore him and begin to think about the tension between Dan and I before Phil walked in. What was that?
"What happened, happened. It doesn't matter, I just want to stop talking about it." I explain to Phil to stop his rambling. He decides to pull me into a hug which I melt into, I really needed a hug after all the stuff I just went through.
It's weird to think that four years ago, Phil was just someone who I didn't want to be around because he accidentally saw me naked. We try not to mention the topic but now he's one of best friends. He knows my whole life story and he's one of the only people I trust.
"Phil, before you came in, Dan and I were arguing and then it got all silent and I felt this...tension. I can't explain it but I'm a bit worried," I tell him as I look to the floor, feeling ashamed of what I'm saying.
"Tension?" He seems confused by my wording. He pulls out of a hug with an eyebrow raised.
"I don't know, I was so in love with him back when we were together and I don't know if those feelings are gone and I feel like a complete idiot." I explain to him, walking into his living room and plopping down on the couch. I put my face in my hands and can't help but think of Ryan and how I'm being a bad fiancé.
"Omer, he was your first love and he disappeared, of course you're still going to have some attraction to him when you first see him. I don't think it's anything deeper," He tries to reason with me and I shrug.
"Am I a bad person?" I ask him.
"No, you're not." He says with no hesitation. It is followed by a silence, he seems deep in thought, "Are you really getting married?"
"Yes, I came over here to invite you to it," I look at him and he doesn't seem happy for me at all.
"Why? You've been seeing him for like two months," he questions me and I roll my eyes.
"Three months"
"Not the point," he waves me off and pesters me for an answer.
"I love him," I bluntly say.
"Oh really?" He asks, not believing a word out of my mouth. I pout at his assumption because Maci had the same one, both of my closest friends are saying they don't buy the fact I'm in love. Are they right?
"He's good for me," I reason.
"He may be the best for you but is that really who you want?" He asks me, I don't like the fact that no one is supporting me in my decision to do something that is good for me, it's getting annoying.
"What? You want me to go out there and chase after Dan, is that what I deserve?" I snap, he shakes his head immediately.
"You deserve to be in love with the person you're going to spend the rest of your life with," he simply states, I don't agree with the idea right off the bat. I didn't have a good time with love, it just isn't something I want. Is that so crazy?
"The last time I was in love, I hated it. I don't want love, it hurts too bad," I explain to him, moving a bit closer and resting my head on his shoulder.
He clears his throat, "Well, if you're taken you shouldn't be cuddling up to me."
"I'm a cheater," I joke around with him, we both laugh. I'm thankful that Phil cheered me up a bit from the whole Dan situation but it's still heavy on my heart.
"I'll come to your wedding, just so I can see you change your mind last minute and run out like one of those cliche movies." He playfully teases and I can't help but smirk.
"Those girls only run away because they're in love in with someone else and I'm not," I refute.
"Who knows? Maybe you'll find someone, when's the wedding?"
"Engagement is next week and the wedding is in two months." I tell him, he looks at me with a small smile.
"You can fall in love in two months," he says to me and I chuckle, shaking my head.
"I'll fall in love with Ryan," I say and Phil nods looking at me for a second before rolling his eyes.
"Yeah...Ryan," He nods, I couldn't help but know that he didn't believe that for a second.
I sigh, "Let's watch a movie."
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A/N:
Happy birthday to @livingish <3
Also, where are you guys from? I'm curious.
-Chloe
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