Either You Do...Or You Don't

Allison’s POV:

“This pizza is amazing!” I exclaimed, taking another bite of my slice

“We told you.” Kris laughed, “A few of us usually get together here all the time.”

“Yeah. Here, Primanti’s or Diesel’s.” Deryk added

I smiled and nodded. I had been to all those places multiple times…”You ok?” Geno asked

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking.”

“What about?” Deryk asked

“Melanie…I miss her. I hope she’s okay…we haven’t talked in a while…I just…I want things to be how they were, but I know that can’t happen. She won’t talk to me. I saw her at the store a
few days ago and she wouldn’t even look at me!” I sighed

“Fuck her. She wants to have this whole attitude just cause you got mad at her because her and Jamesy-boy had sex. Also, she seems very jealous that he actually dated you and that he just fucks her.” Deryk replied

Kris and Geno nodded in agreement, “Yeah.”

I shrugged, “I overreacted…”

“No you not. She did.” Geno retorted

I shrugged again. To one point, the guys were right. I should be mad at Melanie for what she had done. I had every right to be angry with her, but on another point, I missed her…she was my best friend.

James’ POV:

I dug through my fridge and pulled out a bottle of vodka. Vodka usually wasn’t my drink, I was a whiskey kinda guy, but vodka seemed like it was just what I needed. I had the next two days to think about things…

Just before I got settled in with my drink, my phone rang. “Hello?” I answered, without checking the caller ID

“Hey.” Melanie’s voice replied back

“Hey, Melanie…what’s up?” I asked, taking a sip of vodka

“Not much. Just got done with my shower, just relaxing in the bath…”

“You’re taking a bath while on the phone?”

“Yes…why?”

“What if you drop your phone?” I laughed, taking another drink

“Well then, I guess I’d have to get a new phone.” she chuckled

“So…do you need something? Or you just want to small talk?” I was about finished with my bottle and was starting to feel buzzed.

“Well…I was just wondering if you were busy tonight…”

“Uh…no, but um…I can’t drive anywhere…”

“Why not?” she asked

“I’m drinking.” I replied

“Oh…well I can come to you, then…I mean…if you want me to.”

“Sure. Come on over.”

“Okay, I’ll be there soon. Bye.”

“Bye…” I hung up the phone and finished off the bottle, grabbing a beer from the fridge and starting to drink that. It had been a while since Melanie had come over…she called me almost every day asking me to come over or asking if she could, but I usually resisted. Tonight, I was tired of resisting. I wanted her.

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