AN: OKAY OKAY. HI. IM BACK. I WAS ON HIATUS. BUT IM BACK. JUST AS BACK AS FOB AND PATD. ANYWAYS. THIS IS A LITTLE STORY I HAD IN MIND DURING THE PROCESS OF WRITING INLH SOOOOOOOOO ENJOY.

disclaimer-this is a work of FICTION, and I am a FAN.

"Frank, Frankie," my friend Bob whispered to me, as I gripped a pillow into my shaking body. "Breathe, just please calm down. I know what he did was wrong, but maybe it was for the better? Maybe he couldn't face you?"

"He didn't even say goodbye," I whispered, holding on to the pillow. "He didn't even tell me he was moving. He just did. This whole time he's been keeping a secret from me. That's what hurts, Bob. That's wh-"

I broke down into loud sobs. The noise coming from me sounded like a dying animal, and it got louder the more I cried. Bob placed his hand on my back, and rubbed it in a comforting way. Here he is watching his best friend cry over a boy, I totally owe him.

"Have you tried texting him?" Bob suggested. "Calling him?"

I shook my head. He wouldn't answer anyways. He never does.

"I've told you my opinion on him right?"

I nodded.

"That he's a piece of shit. Frankie I warned you, you shouldnt have gotten mixed up with him."

"I'm sorry if I liked him for a long time, and the second he told me how he felt, I jumped to the opportunity."

"We'll it's obvious he lied about his feelings. He's nothing but a douche. Always has been always will."

"I know," I breathed heavily. "I just... I just thought he would change y'know? I thought because of what he said to me. It seemed like his feelings were genuine."

"I get you Frank," Bob replied, patting my back and getting off my bed. "I got to head into work, but I might be back before midnight."

"Bye Bob. And thanks for coming over. It meant a lot."

"Hey, what are friends for?" He said casually walking out of my room.

Bob is a great guy, he's been my best friend since 1st grade, except he was in 2nd. I met my ex boyfriend through him, at his 7th birthday party. I remember it all, like it was yesterday. It was spongebob theme, and there was this one kid who was a little bit more shy than the rest. He never played any of the games. I went over to him and told him my name. After that we sorta became part time friends. We would hang out at the park and stuff throughout elementary school, the three of us.

6th grade came around, and he and Bob were in middle school. I guess something happened that year, because whenever I went to Bob's house he was angry. And there was no mention of Him.

Since my only real friend was Bob, it was assumed I'd take his side. But He came to me the second I walked on campus for my first time, telling me his side of the story, and begging me to ask bob for forgiveness. That day when I caught up with Bob, and relayed the message, I heard my very first string of curse words.

Here I am, the summer of my Sophomore year. I just learned He moved away, and that he is never coming back. I also learned, through Bob and some other of His old friends, he never liked me the same way, and that he wasn't even gay in the first place. Just used me so he could be close to Bob.

That hurt. That hurt a lot. We've been in a "relationship" for a year and a half. We didn't do anything, except held hands. He was too disgusted by me to move forward.

That fucking hurts.