fifteen minutes later, someone rings the doorbell to my flat. i open the door to see carter carrying a box of pizza with a bag of various other snacks on top of it.
at least he's a man of his word, because this is going to be a long night.
"you'd better not drop my food," i say in greeting, moving away from the doorway and making my way back to my room, leaving him to follow.
once all the refreshments are sorted and the film is ready, i turn to carter expectantly. i fully anticipated the film being background noise, so i put on one that i've seen so many times i wouldn't mind missing it.
he makes himself at home, leaning back against my pillow covered bedframe with a sigh. "so. what do you wanna know?"
what an absolute fucking wanker.
"what do i wanna know? well let's start with why you left me without so much as a goodbye. i waited and waited for you to come back, or even just shoot me a text. hell, i would've even accepted an insta dm! but no, you just left without a word, or even asking how i was doing or-or just.. fuck, carter, i just don't get it. did i not matter enough to you?"
i sort of sob out the last few words, much as it pains me to admit. all this time of waiting for an explanation and missing my best friend is finally taking its toll, and i break down.
"hey, shh.. it's okay, liv, you're okay. i'm here. I'm finally here, i'm so sorry.." he whispers, hugging me against his chest.
"you left me! i needed you and you- just- left!" i bang on his chest with every nearly screamed syllable, letting out a year of frustration.
"i'm so sorry... i'm so sorry..." he chokes out, pinning my wrists in front of me with one hand, the other still around my shoulders, pulling me in.
i crumple his shirt between my fists, sobbing harder. once i finally get my emotions in check, i speak again. "oh god, carter, look at me. i've gone mental," i say with a slightly pitiful laugh.
"no, this is my fault. i should have told you.. look, liv, i'd gotten a job in london. a really good one, as an intern for wesley grant. he's my idol, my favourite journalist; you know i couldn't pass that up. it's so daft of me, but i thought if i had to say goodbye to you, i'd completely wuss out, so i just.. didn't. then after a while, it just got easier to not call, to not say anything. i came back because i realised it was time to come home. and because.. i missed you," he finishes, shooting a glance at me.
i just stare at him for a moment, before fully flogging him with the television remote. "that is the biggest load of tosh i've ever heard!"
he looks completely miffed for a moment, before simply saying "..ow."
this sets me off, and i end up nearly rolling of the bed in a fit of giggles over how stupid the whole situation is. "i can't- believe you were just- scared of me!" i snort, setting him off as well.
we both laugh madly until we're gasping for breath, red in the face.
once we settle down, i look at him and immediately cover my mouth. "i've hurt you!" i gasp, pointing at his forehead. he brings a hand to it, coming away with a bright red substance covering the tips of his fingers.
"oh, come off it. you know I'm a bleeder; doesn't even hurt." i still feel a bit bad, though he did fully deserve it, so i help him get cleaned up. once everything's all right and proper, we sit down for the movie.
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viahatesyou friends with this twat again, hope his face heals..🤭
carterskindacool so do i! this girl's gone barmy, i recommend staying at least 8 feet away..
