Don't Judge the Love (Youtuber One-Shots)

Poofless (Our Last Kiss)

I'm not close enough to any of my other friends to be willing to burden them with my heartbreak. With my other friends, I just kind of... survived, whereas with Rob, I thrived. I was comfortable around him, I could tell him anything and he wouldn't judge me, he wouldn't hate me. I didn't have to worry about his reaction because I knew he would just hold me and comb his fingers through my hair gently and whisper nice things and it would calm me down. I'd be okay.

I know now that he did those little things because he loves me, he loves me in a more-than-a-friend kind of way. Those little things he did – when he held me, brushed his fingers through my hair – they meant a lot more to him than I thought they did.

But those little things made me okay again.

So why on earth did I push him away when he told me how he felt?

I cry more loudly, hiccuping and coughing and rocking back and forth and ultimately just making a mess of myself. I'm so stupid! What is my problem!?

I just need someone to come hold me. I need someone, anyone.

Actually, I need Rob.

But that's obviously not gonna happen.

I run through my short list of friends in my head; I know plenty of people, but I'm not very close to any of them. I'm not anywhere near close enough to any of these people to ask them to come over and comfort me.

I didn't deserve her, anyway. I shouldn't be crying about this. This is pointless.

I don't deserve a close friend to comfort me.

But I really want one.

I wipe the tears off my face again, this time with my sleeve, as I think through my list of possible options. I could continue bawling my eyes out (very likely), I could stop crying and get over her (not likely), or I could call Rob and beg him to come over (this one's just ridiculous).

But honestly, the third one sounds like my best option.

I swallow hard and tug my phone out of my pocket, quickly unlocking it and typing in the phone number that I will never forget.

Oh, wait, that's my ex-girlfriend's number. Oops, wouldn't wanna call that.

I type in the other number I will never forget, could never forget, and press 'call.' My throat feels dry as the annoying ringing sounds in my ear, and with every ring, I freak out just a little bit more. I deleted Rob's number from my phone a few months ago – a pretty pointless act, since, like I said, I could never forget his number – after he had called me twice and left two voicemails apologizing for his feelings and promising to try to change so we could still be friends. I didn't give a crap at the time, because I legitimately did not want to even hear his voice again, like, ever. I mean, seriously – awkward!

But now I'm just regretting it so much. What if Rob got a new phone number? What if he hates me now? What if-

"Preston?" someone breathes on the other side of the line, telling me that Rob either never deleted my contact from his phone or simply still knows my number by heart. Both of those things make me feel really warm inside despite the fact that they're incredibly stupid. I mean, I still know his number, so why shouldn't he remember mine?

"Rob," I finally get out, my voice shaking slightly.

"Oh my- Oh my gosh," Rob whispers, and I can practically see his eyes widening. "You- You're calling me. Oh my gosh, you called me! Why did you call me?"

"I, um..," I begin, quickly pausing to clear my throat since it's quite obvious from the sound of my voice that I've been sobbing. "I-"

"Preston, have you been crying?" he asks quickly. His voice rises ever so slightly as he continues. "What's wrong? Did someone hurt you? I'll kill them!"