Random One-Shots

Max

I was sitting on the couch eating ice cream straight out of the container. It had been a week since Max broke it off. I didn't understand why he broke it off with me, but I guess I couldn't completely blame him. Our relationship was falling apart quickly. I suppose it was for the best that Max broke it off. Letting us start over and finding somebody new would be perfect. There was just one thing though: I wasn't moving on. I hadn't left the house for a week. My boss was calling me daily to see where I was.

It was only 1pm when the doorbell rang. Pulling me up from the couch and forcing me to open the door. Whoever it was, obviously had a damn good reason to be here. "Hey, how are you doing?" Jasmine asks as she walks into the house, looking around. Ah yes. Jasmine. Never gives a damn if I say I don't want her to be here or not. She usually comes in whenever she pleases. I'm surprised she didn't just barge into the house without knocking.

"I'm doing fine, Jasmine," I lie, looking at her. Well, I suppose it was only a white lie. I was getting good at lying nowadays. What happened with Max just tore me apart more than I expected it would. Then again, I suppose that's what happens when the relationship suddenly breaks off after five long years of living together and seven years of being together. Yeah. I got the house in the end. Don't know how I managed that.

"You don't look fine," Jasmine looks at me, a worried expression on her face. Ugh. If only she knew I was doing fine. Well, fine enough to be taking care of myself without having to worry about anything else.

"I'm fine. I'm still alive," I say with a shrug, forcing a fake smile on my face. I just wanted her to leave. I didn't want anybody to see me. I didn't want any social contact now. I was doing perfectly fine all by myself.

"I'm here if you need me," Jasmine says and pulls me into a hug. Great. Physical contact. Something I didn't want. Why wouldn't she just believe me that I was doing fine?

"I know, and I really do appreciate it," I say, keeping the fake smile plastered on my face. I had to make it look like I was doing fine. Having Jasmine know that I wasn't doing fine wasn't what I wanted right now. Attention was the one thing I tried to avoid when I was upset.

"And how is work going?" Jasmine asks, tilting her head slightly. Ah. Why must she always ask so many questions? Can't she see any way that I was clearly not going to work?

"Works great. Probably gonna get fired but you know," I say, shrugging my shoulders. "Won't be long though before I get another one when I'm done with this phase of mine." Hopefully, I said that with a tone that was convincing enough for her to just leave.

"That's not reassuring," Jasmine frowns, keeping her eyes on me. Well, it doesn't look like that worked much on her.

"No but it's all I've got," I look at her, pleading her with my eyes to just go. I just wanted to be alone. To mope by myself. To not worry about anything that's going on. I guess I'll worry about what's going on when I'm over myself and I'm ready to go back into the real world and away from my couch and blanket.

"Alright then. Just call if you need anything," she left a kiss on my head before walking out. Thank God. She got the message that I didn't want her around. Sure, Jasmine was a great friend and all, but I just wanted to be alone.

"Alright. See you, Jasmine," I say as I close the door once she walks out. Ah. Peace and quiet again. Now I can go back to doing what I was doing. Which was nothing.

Walking back to the couch, I sit down, wondering what to do. I didn't know what to do. Am I supposed to continue my life and act like nothing ever happened or what? I don't even know why I was acting like this. Max didn't even treat me the best. I just don't understand why the break-up was hurting me more than it's supposed to be. Sighing, I grab my phone, looking at the photos that I still had of Max and me. I hadn't had the guts yet to delete the photos. Something in me wanted to keep the photos even if they would bring back bad memories all the time.

Was I right though? Would I be able to go back to work? Or am I already on the list to fire and I would have to find a new job? Maybe I need to pull myself together. There was no way that Max was going to come back to me. I needed to move on. Surely there was somebody out there who was the perfect match for me. Somebody who would treat me the way I should be treated. It was only then that I saw that I had twelve messages from my mother and seven from my father. I'm close with both even though they're divorced. However, at this stage I don't want to talk to them either. They would only make me feel even more blue with their talks about the hard life. After all, Max was my first serious relationship. I could only imagine the talks they would give me if I told them Max and I were no longer together and if I'm right, Jasmine would've already told them by now. Being the over-protective friend, she is.

Laying back on the couch, I hear the door ring. Great. That's just what I needed. More social contact. Sighing, I got up and walked to the door. Maybe it was somebody who was selling their stuff throughout the streets? They're hard to get rid of. What if I just left the door closed? Nobody is making me open the door but then again what if it's not somebody selling their stuff? Groaning in frustration and seeing no option that would make me happy, I open the door, staring into the eyes of a guy who has clearly been crying for days on end.

Max.