"Come on, text me. Come on phone, light up- beep. Cooome oooo-"
*beep*
"AHHH! It's him. Good girl phone." I chucked open my phone expectation Nate's name to appear on the screen, but I felt a sudden jolt when it was, in fact, Mitchie who texted me.
"God damn it." I threw my phone on the floor, watching as the back popped out. Not like I really give a shit. This phone's crap anyway. You know what? Fuck Nate. Fuck him and his good looks. Fuck him and Fuck the girls that are all over him. I don't even give a shit…except that I do. I love him so much….fucking muffins.
"Hey Caity, didn't you…whatdidthatfuckerdo? Mitch said in one breath, as she plopped down next to me.
"He's…he's gonna break up with me Mitchie."
"What- Caitlyn, no! No he won't!"
"Mitch," I said sternly, "he's gonna break up with me. I love this motherfucker and he's gonna break up with me.
"Caity, its just cause you haven't hung out in ever, that's why you feel like this- just go march yourself over to him…"
"He won't talk to me Mitch. He won't talk to me." No voice, stop breaking. Don't cry over this ass…don't cry over him.
"…Ima text him." Great- so I can feel better that he's talking to you and not me- I'm his fucking girlfriend. God.
"No Mitchie. It's okay. Don't worry about it."
"No Caity. I'm gonna talk to him."
"Fine. I…I'm gonna go over to Peggy's cabin. Have fun with Shanester." Cause you have a boyfriend who actually cares. Ugh.
"Byes, Cait!" Why are you so happy, Mitchie? Can't you just be sad?
Hey everyone. I'm back. Haha, I missed you all. I hope you like this. Its most likely going to be a one shot. But if you want more I'll write it. Oh and muffins is a term I use like shit- Oh shit (Oh muffins). Haha just so you aren't confused. LOVE YOU