1. “Thats my phone”
2. “Why do you have my bra in your hand?”
3. “I don’t feel so good”
4. “You mean everything to me….”
5. “You lost your ring?….”
6. “Great now the fire alarm is going off”
7. “You mean to tell me that you ate all my food?…”
8. “How dare you use me when you knew i loved you….”
9. “Forget it”
10. “Maybe wishes do come true after all
11. “Maybe soulmates are a thing”
12. “Lets go travel the world”
13. “Can we sleep under the stars?”
14. “I saw you sitting alone and thought you would use some company”
15. “Are you seriously horny right now?”
16. “Whats with the cheesy pickup lines?”
17. “Nooo! They belonged together”
18. “Your jealous over my celebrity crush?”
19. “Could i maybe get your number?”
20. “How about a date?”
22. “Was it really worth it?”
23. “Yeah well now you’ve lost me”
24. “Let me help you goddammit”
25. “Stop being stubborn and come cuddle me”
26. “You drove here at 2 in the morning to come and get cuddles?”
27. “Soooo…..what now?”
28. “I thought you locked the door”
29. “This is going to be the end of me”
30. “You are going to be the death of me”
31. “Your just another player and its game over for us”
32. “You’re seriously a man-child”
33. “I want you. Only you”
34. “Do you belive in love at first sight?”
35. “Im so stupid. I fell for my best friend”
36. “Its cute when you blush”
37. “Back off”
38. “Is there a reason your crawling threw my window?”
39. “Thats a cute laugh. I like it”
40. “Move in with me?”
41. “I guess this is it…”
42. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this”
43. “You owe me 10 bucks”
44. “Can you bring pizza and beer”
45. “What did that asshole do to you?”
46. “What did you do?”
47. “Ewww thats gross”
48. “Stick that toung out again and i will cut it off”
49. “Im not crying. Theres something in my eye”
50. “Wow. Your stupid”
51. “Did i fucking stutter?”
52. “You should leave”
53. “Dont mind me”
54. “Nice moves love”
55. “What a dumb idea. Im in”
56. “Can someone shoot him?”
57. “Don’t say a word”
58. “Shit, thats hot”
59. “I dont care”
60. “You need to leave”
61. “Fuck off”
63. “Do you even love me?”
64. “I think i just fell in love”
65. “I cant do this anymore”
66. “You’re so whipped”
68. “I fall in love with you more and more ever day”
69. “Your all i have left”
70. “Care to dance?”
71. “Please. Just dont”
72. “Im sorry”
73. “I said im sorry what more do you want!”
74. “You cant just sit there all day”
75. “You can lock yourself away from everyone else….but please dont push me away”
76. “You can’t banish me!! This is my bed too”
77. “Talk about awkward”
78. “If you die. I’ll kill you”
79. “That dosn’t make sense”
80. “Just smile. I just really need to see you smile right now”
81. “How funny. You think i care”
82. “Tell me what’s happened. Why have we changed”
83. “I don’t even know you anymore.”
84. “Do you really need all that candy?”
85. “Don’t yell at me”
86. “Good thing i didn’t ask for your opinion”
87. “She’s hiding behind the sofa”
89. “He’s respectable. But you know, a little dodgy”
90. “Your too good for this world”
91. “Only if you give me a piggy back ride”
92. “Let’s build a fort”
93. “Wait, you like me?”
94. “Wait….is this a date?”
95. “If i did anything right in my life, it was falling in love with you”
96. “Listen i really dont like you but you hsve a puppy so im going to be over a lot”
97. “I desere an explanation. I desereve an acceptable reason”
98. “You can hate me. You can dislike me. But why cheat on me?”
99. “Your hair is so soft”
100. “I thought it’d be less hurt if i left now. But it turn out i was wrong. I promise ill never leave again”
Suggest who you would like it to be with and what number/s. Stay groovy 😎
2 years. 2 years in a relationship with Nash, just to break
up over text message because of the pictures of him and another girl. He was on
tour and cheating on you.
You’ll admit, the first week, you laid in bed crying. You
were heartbroken. He was your first true love, after pizza of course. But you
were so hurt. He said he loved you, but his actions showed otherwise.
In the messages, he said it was an accident. A one time
thing. She was just a fan and things just happened. He didn’t mean it. He loved
Lie after lie after lie.
The second week you were still upset, but you moved from
your bed now. You found yourself mostly playing sad songs and drowning your
pain in the bottom of a tub of ice cream. Not the healthiest way to cope, but
you were doing okay.
The third week you were finally realizing that he didn’t
deserve your tears. You saw his tweets, Instagram pictures, snapchat stories,
he was out having the time of his life it seemed. He was out on dates with
other girls already. Out partying with the guys. He was happy, so why weren’t
The forth week rolled around and you decided you were done.
You finally got rid of that box of stuff you had of his under your bed. Your
burned the love letters, threw away all the gifts he bought you, like the teddy
bear from Valentine’s Day. The minion he won from a carnival game the night he
took you on your 4th date. All of it. You were finally ready to move
Now, here you are, 6 months post break up, hanging out with
your new boyfriend, Beau at his place.
You guys met at the gym (since drowning your sorrows in ice
cream did nothing for your figure) a month after your breakup and really
clicked. Granted he gave you all his lines that day, it was his sense of humor
that made you agree to going out to lunch with him the next day, and well, the
rest is history. That was 5 months ago though.
Now here you are, head over heels for the biggest goof you
knew. He constantly made you laugh, and his brothers, Luke and Jai, same age as
you, were suddenly your best friends. You spent at least 4 days out of the week
with Beau, the other 3 you were just busy with work.
You were currently at Beau and the rest of the boys place in
LA, cuddled up on his bed watching a movie. You couldn’t deny that you were
tired. You were up early this morning for a photoshoot, and you didn’t get home
until late last night.
You did some modeling, and you had to admit you did love it.
You noticed how 3 months after your break up though, any picture you would post
you saw Nash would like it. No big deal, since you did get like 200,000 some
likes on a picture, but still.
And he would indirect you on twitter a lot. Or at least he
has lately. He’s tweeted ‘don’t ever let go of someone who was once all about
you’ and ‘my only regret was hurting you so much it made you leave.’ Of course
there were several others, and people always tagged you in the tweets, but you
paid no attention.
You were happy with Beau. He made you feel beautiful. Loved.
Everything. You loved being around him. You honestly couldn’t even picture
being with anyone else now. You wanted nothing more than to just be with Beau.
Like, he was your happiness.
That night you didn’t have to work, and you didn’t have
anything for the following morning, so as usual you stayed with the boys, a
habit that seemed to be starting. You cooked them dinner, which they were
grateful for, and then watched them play fifa. Jai and Luke versus Beau and
Around 11:30 you decided to head to bed, knowing those four
would be up for hours. Beau did pause the game though to ‘tuck’ you into bed,
which only led to you guys making out for like 15 minutes before Jai screamed
from downstairs for Beau to ‘hurry up and finish’ since ‘everyone knows you
can’t last that long anyway’
You stayed up though, watching a
movie from bed, cuddling with Hamlet. You were watching the lion king, and you
couldn’t help but snap a pic of you and Hamlet. I mean, who doesn’t love dogs,
cuddles, and the Lion King? You posted the photo on twitter and Instagram and
then locked your phone and then focused on the movie.
Nash was on twitter, and was guilty of having your tweet
notifications on, along with you Instagram ones as well. He was over at the
boys house, and they had just finished a game of hoops, everyone taking a break
and checking their phones.
He had a notification of yours from twitter and Instagram.
Checking twitter he saw it. The picture you had taken while over at Beaus. He
immediately exited out and checked your Instagram post, only to see the same
picture. He admits, it was a great pic of you. You looked great, even for it
being 11:30 at night.
“another night with the actual love of my life Hamlet” and
it had Beau fuckin Brooks tagged in the caption, and the picture itself.
“that’s the third fucking night in a row.” He mumbled, locking
his phone. “the third fucking night in a row she’s spent at his house.”
“bro chill, they are dating, it’s not like she’s cheati-
never mind.” Johnson spoke, catching himself from saying something terrible.
“like I don’t fucking know that. I know they’re fucking
dating. Everyone fucking does. Who doesn’t know about the hottest model dating
the Australian prankster. I mean, if you didn’t just go on any fucking site.
Twitter, where her fans and his fans and half the other people in the world
talk about how perfect they are. How much they ship them. Or even look at their
profiles. They do nothing but fucking tweet about one another, tweet one
another and fucking post pictures of them together all the damn time.” Nash
went off. He was pissed. He didn’t like that you were this happy with someone
that wasn’t him.
Because just a few months ago that was you guys. People were
shipping you guys. You were tweeting about one another, tweeting pictures of
each other, posting all kinds of pictures together, tweeting one another.
“bro, can’t you just be happy for her? I mean, don’t you
want her to be happy?” Johnson, the man of wisdom spoke again. Everyone else
just kinda put in their own little inputs, but Johnson was the only one to make
you realize anything.
“Yeah I want her to be happy. But I want her to be happy
with me. I want her to be posting pics of us, not her and someone else.”
“yeah, well you kinda ruined that didn’t you?” Johnson fired
back. Everyone was shocked he said it because well, yeah everyone knew Nash
cheated, but since it happened no one talked about it. Not that they were
scared, but simply that it was just kinda understood. Everyone knew what went
down, no need to discuss it
“Johnson.” Nash practically growled. Everyone could tell he
was ready to punch Johnson for bringing it up.
“no Nash listen. You fucked up. Big time. You had a fucking
dime, and to be honest with you, if it wasn’t for bro code, the second you two
broke up I would’ve gone after her. I’m not gonna lie, I still talk to her,
hang out with her. She’s great, and she loved you so much. But you fucking took
her for granted and lost the best damn thing that ever came your way.” Johnson
“you don’t think I know that? I know I messed up okay.”
“I know, but I still don’t think you get it. Yeah you messed
up. You treated her like shit while you were on tour. Empty conversations,
hardly ever talking to her. I think there was seriously like 2 weeks when you
didn’t even bother to respond to her? But she fucking stuck by you. She way
faithful as shit. And then you go and cheat on her? With a fan? You know they
can’t keep their damn mouths shut. And after that breakup sure you were feeling
great. Free. Nothing could stop you. Nothing was holding you back. Now here we
are, 6 months later, she’s moved on, and now’s when you start caring. She’s
your ex and all and you should want nothing but the best for her since you
couldn’t give it to her.”
“I don’t need this.” Nash said, walking off inside, where he
found Nate and Sammy drinking and smoking. He grabbed a bottle of vodka and
started drinking, giving up on basketball and now all of the guys essentially
just having a small party.
A bottle of vodka, and like half a blunt later Nash was just
a mess. He excluded himself from everyone else inside laughing, having the time
of their lives. He went outside, sitting on the edge of a cement wall. He
scrolled through your guys’ old photos he still had on his phone. His thoughts
eating him alive. He couldn’t stand this.
He missed you.
He missed making you laugh, the way your eyes would squint
and your nose would scrunch up as you tipped your head back. He could no longer
do that to you, he could no longer make you laugh. Now it was Beau who made you
laugh. And that hurt him, so much. Your laugh was his favorite sound.
He missed the way you would cuddle up next to him. How you
would throw your leg over his body and your arm across his chest and snuggle up
real close to him. How you would nuzzle your head in his side. How perfect you
and he fit together.
Or the way you would skip through the house, just humming or
singing. His shirt draped over your body, and your little knee high socks, and
nothing else. It was his favorite sight. He loved nothing more than trudging
out of bed in the morning to find you in the kitchen singing. He loved walking
up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck,
telling you how great last night was. He cringed at the thought of Beau and you
being the same way.
Then the thought of you and Beau being intimate in anyway.
Doing anything sexual. He started to think about all the things you used to
love in the bedroom. How you loved when he would pin you up against the wall.
How rough he could get, but how he could slow it down, putting all his love
into every deep thrust. How you would squirm when he kissed that spot, right
below your ear. Or how you loved to suck him off before anything. The foreplay.
How much you loved to be on top, or how you loved when he hit it from the back.
Thinking of you and Beau doing any of that together was
enough to set him off. He had a new message open to you, he just didn’t have
any idea what to say. His thoughts were all jumbled, and the alcohol gave him
all the confidence he needed. No matter how sloppy his thoughts were one thing
was clear. He missed you, and he wanted to let you know that.
To (y/n): I miss you.
And after he sent it, he waited. Messages still open. Hope
of any contact from you started to fade as 15 minutes had passed and you still
hadn’t even opened it. His thoughts started to come back, and he thought about
how much he missed falling asleep next to you every night, and waking up with
you every morning.
He was about to type another
message but then he saw the little bubble pop up and eagerly awaited your
Beau had just came upstairs into his room to get ready for
bed when you got a new message. Rarely ever getting a message at midnight, you
were quite curious as to who it would be. The only person you ever talked to
this late was either your best friend, or Beau. And since your best friend was
out of state, in a different time zone for the week, you knew it wasn’t her,
plus you guys only talked late when it was an emergency. And considering you
were with Beau, it couldn’t be him.
“who’s that?” Beau asked, emerging from the bathroom in his
boxers, a sight you quite enjoyed.
“no idea.” You replied, reaching over to the night table and
checking your phone.
You unlocked your phone, only to see something you did not
expect at all. A new message from the last person on earth you expected.
“it’s uh, it’s from Nash.” You said, shocked.
Beau climbed into bed, pulling you into him so you guys were
“like your ex Nash? What did he say?”
“yeah him. And he just said he missed me. I’m not even going
to reply. I’m just going to go change my number in the morning.” I said,
clicking out of my messages.
“no don’t. I know it’s not ideal, but I mean, you should
text him back. You know, give him some closure or something.” Beau smiled.
“you’re not mad?”
“why would I be? I mean, I’ve got you now. Even though he
fucked up, he still deserves some closure. Thing about it babe, this is the
first you guys have talked in like 6 months.”
“okay. You’re the best. I love you.” You smiled, turning and
kissing his lips lazily.
To Nash: It’s been 6
months Nash. I think you’re fine.
From Nash: I’m not
fine. These past 6 months hae been hell. I miss you so muvh babt.
“he’s drunk.” You told Beau.
“drunk or not, he still has feeling babe. Just, let him say
what he has to say. I know this is what you’ve wanted for months now.”
“what have I wanted?” you asked, confused. You didn’t want
anything from Nash. You loved Beau now, so you were confused.
“you want answers, and now’s your chance to get some.”
To Nash: well, that’s
not really my problem.
From Nash: I knoww. I
To Nash: can I ask you
From Nash: of course.
To Nash: okay,
firstly. Why’d you do it? Were you not happy with me? Cause if not, you should
have broke up with me before.
From Nash: no. fuck
no. I was happy with you. It’s just on tour I felt held back. Like everyone
else was out having great times and I just felt like I couldn’t cause of yoi.
To Nash: you could
have just talked to me, instead of ignoring me and then cheating on me.
From Nash: I know. Can
I ask you something.
To Nash: sure.
From Nash: are you
happy? With bo ? nd evrithing else in oyur life?
To Nash: Beau* but
yeah. I am happy with him. And my modeling is really taking off.
From Nash: I’m glad
your work iz good. Bo is lucki
To Nash: Beau*
From Nash: right. I’m
To Nash: it’s fine. Lots
of people spell it wrong.
From Nash: no. not for
the name. For everything else. For the lies, and cheating. I regret it all. I still
care about you, but if you’re happi then I’m happi for you.
To Nash: why?
From Nash: I already told
you. I felt held back.
To Nash: no, not that.
Like why now? Why are you apologizing now? 6 months later? I wanted an apology
like a week after, maybe a month, but 6 months later? I thought maybe we could
be statistics, remain friends after the breakup, but 6 months later?
From Nash: it’s just. I
wanted to be friends. I just needed to figure things out.
To Nash: by sleeping
with other girls?
From Nash: that makes
it sound bad.
To Nash: cause it was
bad Nash. It hurt so much knowing while I was laying around hurting, you were
out, happy as can be.
From Nash: funny.
To Nash: what’s funny
From Nash: no, not
that, it’s just funny how things change.
To Nash: what do you
From Nash: it’s funny
how now, I’m the one hurting, and you’re happy as can be.
To Nash: what?
From Nash: It hurts
knowing you’re falling asleep in someone else’s arms, and waking up next to
them every morning now…