@chyrleader liked for a starter !
you didn’t understand why she even went out with that little prick. all he ever did was make her feel bad -- or feel bad for himself. everyone went through fucked up shit, it didn’t mean you had to be an asshole to the one person who actually gave a shit about you. so when she’s outside of the party, and you just happen to stumble out unto the wet porch with her tear-stained face - something inside you boils. truth be told, you weren’t even much of friends anymore since she started seeing justin, but that was mostly on her than it was you.. and granted, it was understandable, considering you’ve been trying to hook-up with her since freshman year. but as you shut the door behind you, the much taller frame of the male leans on the railing. ❝ hey, you okay? ❞ the sound in your voice is sincere, because it is. she was different to you - and you weren’t a dick to people you cared about. ❝ are you crying? ❞













