Anonymous asked: Perhaps "Write a breakup scene" would be interesting? Hit me with some angst!
Dinner is awkward. Blue spends a lot of the time looking at his phone and laughing at whoever is texting him, instead of looking at you. He's been doing that for weeks- asking you out only to blow you off the entire time.
It didn't use to be like this. The two of you had fun together.
You don't anymore.
You're driving him home when he clears his throat. You turn down the radio.
"Hey…Red." He starts. You wait. "Can we talk…?"
You laugh, don't look at him, don't look at him.
"Aren't we talking now?" You ask. Blue exhales sharply through his nose.
"You know what I mean." He's pouting- you can hear it in his voice. You can imagine his face without even looking at him: the way his brow furrows, the way his lips purse and it makes you want to kiss him.
You swallow hard.
"I feel like…" He starts again. "I feel like maybe we should break up."
Whoop, there it is.
"It's not- it's nothing that you did or anything-" You snort at that, smiling bitterly. "I- shit, I should have done this weeks ago."
You finally spare a glance in his direction. He's staring down at his lap, arms crossed defensively.
"It was fun at first- and like…I really thought I liked you?" Blue looks up at you. You look away.
"But…I started hanging out with an old friend from high school and I think I'm…" He trails off with a terse grunt. You sigh.
"You fell in love with him?" You ask, both pleased and disappointed when your voice doesn't crack. You pull into his driveway, put the car in park.
Blue doesn't get out of the car. "I….yeah. I- think I did."
There's silence for a long moment. You tip your head back against the headrest.
"I shouldn't have led you on. I'm really sorry." Blue sounds regretful, to his credit. You shake your head and smile at him brightly.
"It's okay Blue." You say, wave him off before he can protest. "It's fine. I'm not bothered by it."
Blue looks doubtful. He reaches out as if to touch you and then freezes, like he just remembered the situation.
"Are you sure?" He asks. He's uncomfortable. You nod, reach over to pat him on the shoulder.
"We're cool. It's fine." It's not fine, but you'll process your hurt and anger later. Blue didn't start dating you for your poor ability to handle your emotions.
"…Okay." Blue is hesitant to unbuckle his seat belt and step out of the car. He hovers over the open door, leaning down to be able to see you. "We're still friends right?"
"Yeah, of course. Best friends." Always, first and foremost. Never anything more, at least, not for very long.
"Text me so I know you got home okay." He says, a worried frown on his face. You smile and nod and wave him off. He closes your door.
You drive home in silence. Streetlights become blurred bits of starlight when you finally process the hurt enough to cry.
You remember to text him when you finally get home. You always do.