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Hello guys. Here is chapter six. I was wondering what you had thought about the last chapter and about their 'reuniting moment'. I hope it wasn't too soon for them to meet. I know some of you guys private messaged me asking when they would finally meet again, so that was a gift for everyone who wanted it. I deserve a vote maybe? Anyways enjoy the chapter (edited of course) and yes, this chapter is very, very long! I know most of you like that, so I deserve another vote or maybe a comment? Yes!
Warning: this chapter contains strong use of words, if you are one of those who don't like those kinds of words, skip some parts or message me so I can explain it.
I also would like to thank my new Wattpad buddy and editor DiDi_XD for being the awesome person she is and helping me edit this chapter. She rocks at life for that: D this is for you...and all the other fans and readers. Enjoy!!!
Chapter Six: Confusing mind changes
I took one, two, three, steps away from Bobby, and feeling miserable about myself once I saw the sadness plastered on his face when I turned to glance at him. I waited until we were a big distance away to finally breathe. I found myself stopping at the middle of the beach, and before I knew it, I broke down completely letting out big sobs I did not realize I was holding. The big lump in my throat ached, making me cry even harder this time. Thank the Lord Almighty the beach was deserted at this time of hour, or everyone would have witnessed my psychotic break down. I was crying like never before, and the crazy thing is, I don't even know why. Obviously my 'unexpected reunion' with my ex best friend was what had me like this. But, my feelings should have been one of pure shock and for some rather strange reason; these feelings also brought sadness and salty tears. The phrase, expect the unexpected kept bouncing up and down on my head teasing me regarding my dumb stupidity for of course, not expecting the unexpected, but can you blame a girl? I was so not expecting for my best - well ex, best friend to reappear. I was hoping everything was a dream, but it is reality. It's ironic really the multiple times I begged God to send Bobby back to me or to send me with him, but that never happened. It took ten long years for my wish to finally be granted, and here I am, wanting to take it back and wanting for all this to be a long, weirdly realistic dream.
I sighed and sat down on the sand, my gaze lost on the ocean before me, the stars shining brightly. Everything felt so right and peaceful, I felt as if I was magically transported into a mysterious land with no problems but never ending happiness, waiting for my dreams to come true. However, my fantasy ended when Bobby appeared there also. I opened the eyes I did not know where closed and groaned, suddenly getting upset. I know it was just a fantasy of mines that will never come true, but did he have to be there too? He's the reason why I was so messed up all those years ago and he's the reason why I'm messed up again after I finally brought and convinced myself to move on from the past.
"Damn him, why can't you just go away?" I mumbled to no one. I was afraid he'd show up here, but thankfully, I was still alone.
I tried to convince myself he was not important. That he should leave and go back from where he came from, but whenever I closed my eyes, I would see those dark eyes I once used to love softening as he met my hazel ones. He was staring and showing deep longing, I wanted nothing more but go to him, comfort him, show him I've missed him just as much as I hope he'd miss me. I saw it as a strong gravity force pulling me more and more, closer to him. Don't get me wrong, I was totally flabbergasted knowing he was here in L.A just mere minutes from the hotel I'm checked in and seeing him after ten miserable years, but watching those eyes, that wonderful face and smile awoke the feelings I had for him. The feelings I thought were long gone, but still deep inside. He had matured, but his face still had the same boyish features, with the same familiar cheeky grin.
I thought again of how messed up I really am. First, I hate him for leaving me and then I wish I'd be able to be with my best friend again. I should hate him, yes I should indeed hate him for leaving me without a damn explanation, but a small part of me got excited whenever I thought of him. My heart literally skipped a million beats the minute my mind drifted to him, the thought of seeing him again makes my heart beat even faster. God, why am I feeling this way all of a sudden? He was my best friend, it's not like I have feelings for him or anything. This was just a mere platonic friendship feeling I had within me.