I opened my door to see Kyrie standing there with a slight smile on his face.
"Why are you here Ky?" I sighed angrily.
Kyrie was a close friend of mine and my boyfriend of two years, Jayson, believed that I was cheating on him with Kyrie when in reality we were just planning his birthday party. Kyrie forgave Jayson for accusing him of cheating but I wasn't so forgiving. He had accused me of cheating even when I told him that I wasn't. His trust issues were starting to become a problem with me and I couldn't handle it.
Kyrie slightly pouted as he saw my low face and heard my somber tone.
"Haven't heard from you in awhile.."
"That's been the point Irving."
"Ouch. Last name?"
"What do you want? I'm kind of busy."
He barged into my empty apartment.
I rolled my eyes.
"I get it India. Your still hurt over breaking up with Jayson, but he's been trying to talk to you ever since and you haven't even given him a chance."
"What do you want me to say Ky? Jayson really believed that I was sleeping with you and that I was lying to him and every time I explained myself, he didn't believe me. How did you think I fucking felt?"
"Hey! I felt the same way. I forgave him though India. I was accused to and he's my best friend. Put yourself in his position."
The kettle I had on the stove started whistling and I quickly got up to get it.
I walked into the kitchen and turned it off.
"I've had people distrust me all my life. I thought I had someone that actually had trust and trusted me not hurt them and I was wrong for the millionth fucking time. So I'm sorry that I can't just forgive Jayson as easily as you Ky. I'm sorry." I said, pouring tea and letting out all of my frustrations.
I turned to see him standing right in front of me. His arms engulfed me in a hug and I couldn't help but hug back.
"I'm sorry India. I didn't realize that. I think I've been a bad friend." He mumbled.
He pulled away and playfully pushed my shoulder.
"Hey! I said I was sorry, don't push it."
I cracked a small smile and his smile widened.
"I got you to smile!"
My smile widened at his happiness.
"I still can't believe that he thought I would actually like you like that. Your my bestfriend and all but your not my type of guy." I said, taking a sip of tea.
"Yeah I know your type. You like light-skinned dudes with dark hair who play basketball and whose first name is Jayson." He smiled.
I immediately started blushing.
"Shut up!" I yelled playfully pushing him.
"So, What are you going to do about you and him?"
"I don't know.." I sighed.
"Don't give up on him just yet."
I looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"He's also been through a lot India. There's a reason he has trust issues just...just think about giving him another chance.."
I sighed and nodded.
"I'll take that into consideration."
His phone buzzed and he sighed.
"I have to head to practice. I'll see you later Alright?"
I nodded and smiled.
He smiled and gave me a quick hug as he walked out. I closed the door back and sat down. A facetime ring interrupted my train of thought. I looked down at my phone and saw the name
Pop up. Jayson. I sighed and looked down on it. The facetime ringtone played in the background. By the fourth ring, I hung up on him. A couple seconds later another facetime ring came up. Once again..
I was about to hit ignore when what Kyrie said popped into my mind.
'Don't give up on him yet'
I took a deep breath and answered the call.
His beautiful face popped up and I nearly burst into tears.
I hadn't heard him say that in weeks.
"What do you want Jayson?"
"Can I come over?"
"No. Why did you call me Jayson?"
I heard a knock on my front door and I looked up.
"Answer the door."
I put my pride aside and got up to open the door. I slowly opened it revealing Jayson there with a bouquet of roses and a heart box of chocolates. He walked in and I closed the door behind him.
"India. I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I was blinded by what had happened to me in the past and the fact that you and Kyrie were so close...I...I just wasn't thinking clearly enough to believe you. I should have listened to you and only you-"
I cut him off by slapping him..straight across the face. God I've been waiting to do that for a month. My small hands left a small red print on his face.
He sighed and turned to me.
"I deserved that."
"Shouldn't you be at practice jackass." I scoffed.
"No! Don't try to sweet talk your way out of this! What happened!? Why are you here with the person that 'cheated' on you!? The girl that was sleeping around behind your back with your bestfriend!"
"I'm sorry. The whole surprise and the birthday thing you and Kyrie were doing. I was so stubborn and ashamed that I had accused you of doing something you didn't that...I was scared that if I came back..you wouldn't let me back in..I know you made sacrifices for me India and I'm ready to start making sacrifices for you too. I'm sorry India."
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. Tears subconsciously slipped down my cheeks.
He dropped the flowers and chocolates on the couch and walked up to me, lovingly wiping the tears streaming down my face. He wrapped his arms around me as I sobbed into his shirt.
I had missed this feeling of protection when his arms were around my fragile body. I sniffled and moved away while wiping my tears off my face. I put my head down but he placed his hand softly on my chin, lifting my head up to meet his eyes which I always seemed to get lost in. He leaned in and passionately placed his lips upon mine. The feeling of his lips on mine made me realize just how much I missed his soft lips kissing me everywhere...everyday.
He slowly pulled away and looked into my eyes.
"I love you." He whispered.
"How can I trust you when you say that?" I whispered back.
He pressed his lips against mine, guiding it lightly in sync.
"Let me show you." He mumbled.
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