Love is everything, but simple. [Sequel To Just A Friend]

Epilogue

The Theme Song For This Last & Final Chapter Is "Not A Bad Thing By Justin Timberlake, Which Is One Of My Favorite Songs At The Moment. I Hope You Enjoy :)

Here It Is, The Epilogue, The Last & Final Chapter ❤️

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Not A Bad (Love)

"Said, all I want from you is to see you tomorrow, and every tomorrow, maybe you'll let me borrow your heart, and is it too much to ask for every sunday, and while we're at through in every other day, to start." - Justin Timberlake :D

I heard the clattering of hangers and boxes as it seemed that Trey dropped his stuff. Yes, he was holding a whole bunch of shit. I told him earlier to get one of those shopping carts for retail, but he didn't want to listen, so whatever, anyways I turned mid-way before Trey grabbed a hold of my shoulders, turning me towards him, so that I was facing him, and crashed his lips onto mine.

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I don't understand why my life is the way is it. I try so hard to be faithful and live my life right and get my life back on the right page, but shit like this, what Trey does to me only shoves me 20 steps back. I pushed him away, casing him to stumble a bit. "What the hell, Trey?" I yell at him. Although he doesn't really seemed fazed, only anxious. "What is wrong with you?" I asked.

"Nothing, I'm sorry I-I just." He replied. He seemed flustered by everything. Like he was trying to make good decisions in a short amount of time. "Can we go please?" He pleaded.

I looked at him side-ways. "Okay?" I trailed off. "I swear, you are... something else." I said, with a little chuckle.

He walked a little ways behind me, placing a hand on my mid back. "Great let's go."

I was pushed forward by him and it was strange, like what the hell is up with him? "Okay, wait, what about your stuff?" I questioned, before spinning out, of his reach, to pick some of his stuff up.

"No, Abby forget about it." He shouted at me.

I didn't listen, and began to pick up the shirts and pants by their hangers. "No, we spent a lot of time in this store, you're getting this shit." I laughed at him and as I started to pick his stuff up little by little, I saw a nice pair of men's dress shoes, black, to be exact, stop right in eye's view. I did one of those cliché things the do in movies and looked up slowly. My eye's trailed over the nice slacks, skipping over his junk, and onto his tucked in button up, right... to.... his.... familiar face. "Tristan?"

My heart stopped, and I felt like my breath was forcibly being taken from me. I tried my hardest to breath, but I couldn't. "Oh my gosh." I whispered.

He smiled like you do when see one of those old, but really good friends. "Abby?" He said, stunned. "Here let me help you." He said, holding his hand out.

I didn't think, but dropped everything in my hands, and grabbed onto to his. "W-w-what are you doing here?" I mumbled. "I mean... oh my gosh." I said, while standing up straight. I couldn't stand the familiar feelings that began to flood back to me, so I snatched my hand back.

He laughed. "I was doing a little shopping for some undergarments." He replied. "But, it's so nice to see you, uhm wow." He blushed, almost. I could sense some type of nervousness coming from him.

It felt so many different emotions all at once. I couldn't look at him without the feeling of hatred or responding to him without the hatred pouring out of my words, like venom. "Yeah, same." I said, looking upon my hands as I intertwined them together.