Goodbye Girl

Emily sat in the washroom as her phone rang. It was the third time she had called Jamie and he still hadn't answered. She called him for the fourth time. This call had woken him up. He rolled over quickly, grabbing his phone from the bedside table where it rested. He squinted at the screen. It didn't help so he just pushed the green 'Accept'.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"Jamie?" Emily whined.

"Em, are you alright?" He sat up.

"No. I did something stupid." She sobbed.

"Are you crying?" Jamie sighed.

"Yeah."

"What's up, Emily?" He rubbed his face. "What are you crying about at two a.m?"

"I fucked up." She answered. He waited for her to add on. "I told Sid how James has been a total asshole lately,"

"Wait, Sid? Sid the Kid? Sidney Crosby?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah. I went for lunch with the team and he could tell something was wrong." She explained. "So I told him and he told me something that made a lot of sense."

"What'd he tell you?" Jamie stood up, walking into the washroom.

"He said that James felt like we were drifting and he's so worried because I'm the only part of home he has." She told him.

"Which is true." Jamie agreed while he hopped down his stairs.

"I came back from lunch and just blabbed to James about a lot of shit," She inhaled deeply. "And then we kissed and we went up to his room and probably made out for a steady half hour." She finished.

"Did he kiss you?" He tried to figure out the situation.

"Yes." She nodded.

"Did you object to it?" He said in a questioning tone.

"No." She hesitated.

"Then what's the problem? If you want to be with him, no one can stop you." He sighed.

"I don't want this, Jamie. I really don't. I realized that but I don't have the heart to break his again." She whined, sitting on the washroom floor.

Jamie took a long sip of water. He swallowed before placing the glass down. He heard the door jiggle before Tyler staggered in. Tyler looked up at Jamie who waved. Tyler grinned.

"Calling a booty call?" He asked as he walked into the kitchen. Jamie went to speak but Tyler continued. "I got a nice one tonight, let me tell you."

Emily heard what Tyler said. She held back the urge she had to get Jamie to give him the phone so she could lose it. That was one of his biggest problems in Boston, he didn't need to do it again.

"No, it's Emily." Jamie shook his head.

Tyler rolled his eyes. "Oh." He snorted and grabbed a Gatorade.

Emily heard that. "Jamie, put me on speaker." She growled. He did as he was told. "What was that 'oh' about, Tyler?"

"Just that I sent you a friendly little texted and I was ignored." He stated.

"I never got a text from you, Ty. The only people I've gotten texts from since I left were Jamie and James." She argued.

"Ah, your little boyfriend probably deleted it." Tyler laughed.

She rolled her eyes. "He isn't my boyfriend. He's hurt and has no one to take care of him. I'd do the same for you."

"Only I wouldn't get my dick sucked out of the deal." Tyler burst into laughter, walking out of the kitchen.

Jamie took his phone off speaker. "You know he's just drunk, Em."

"Yeah, but why does he care so much?" She asked. "I'm not out here doing anything with James in hopes of getting back with him, but if I were to, it's my decision."

"He doesn't want to see you hurt. I feel the same way, I just won't say it as crude." Jamie explained.

"I'm not going back to James. I'm going to fix this. Can you tell Tyler to call me when he's sober?" She exhaled.

"Will do and good luck." Jamie said before the call ended.

Emily walked into James's room. He rolled over, looking sleepy. He gave her a small smile and closed his eyes.

"Come back to bed." He patted the spot beside him.

"Did you delete my text from Tyler?" She shot out at him.

"What?" James's eyes opened. "What text from Tyler?"

"The text he sent me when I first got here that I never got because it was mysteriously gone from my phone." She pursed her lips and stood with her arms crossed.

He looked at her in confusion before he let out a sigh. Emily rolled her eyes, stomping out of the room. She let out an 'unbelievable' while doing so.

James threw the blanket off of him to chase after her. He heard the front door slam. He made the trip down the stairs and straight out the door. She was standing right outside of the door with her arms crossed. He sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her shoulder before resting his face on her shoulder.

"Babe, I'm sorry." He whispered against her skin.

"James, don't." She growled, pulling away from him. "This isn't," She sighed. "We aren't,"

James stepped back. "We were when you were on top of me in my bed two hours ago!" He shouted.

"Do not raise your voice at me." She hissed. "This is why I don't want to be with you."

"Why? Why don't you?" He crossed his arms.

"Because everything goes from being amazing to you being a total douche bag. I can't do it." She told him.

"Don't put this all on me." He spat.

"I'm pretty fucked up too when it comes to this, I'll admit it." She shrugged. Her eyes met his. "That's why we can only be friends, James." He watched her as she took a deep breath. "We want different things."

"I just want you." He argued.

"No! You want the me you had three years ago. I'm not the same girl." She nearly cried.

James nodded. He stayed silent, taking in everything that had been said. He looked up at Emily, frowning. She wrapped her arms around his torso.

"We fight so much." He whined, hugging her back.

"I know. I hate it." She admitted.

"I don't care what we are as long as I still have you and we stop arguing." He told her.

"Deal."

"And you have to cuddle with me still." He added.

She laughed. "Of course." She smiled. "But you can't attack other guys I associate with."

She leaned back, giving him a warning glance. He rolled his eyes before he nodded. They went inside and got comfortable on the couch.

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