How To Apologize
Summary: After remembering that they’ve forgotten your celebratory dinner… Teamiplier works together to make it up in hope that it isn’t too late. [Part I]
The long-awaited sequel to Left Behind is finally here! Wowzie, not gonna lie, wasn’t expecting this much love for this story since it was my first time dealing with a few different aspects, so I was so happy to see how much you guys liked it and wanted a continuation of it! Hopefully I didn’t make you guys wait too long, if I did, I’m sorry 💙 But, it’s here now! So please enjoy!^^
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“… And that’s a wrap!” Kathryn calls, a relieved sigh leaving her lungs- while hanging out with everyone was amazing, after so many hours had their antics lost their charm. Amy is still adorable in her hijinks, though. How couldn’t she be?
Nonetheless, the lot of them were overall glad to be done for the day. It was always exciting to work on a new project, whether it be big or small- it was fun! Time consuming and sometimes difficult, but fun all the same. By the end of the day, everyone would be at least a little bit tired if not exhausted. Mark and Tyler are continuing to laugh about the jokes from the skit, adding onto it with even cringier and sillier jokes making the brunette roll her eyes playfully. Her attention then turns to her fellow ukulele enthusiast who looks lost in thought, lips pursed and brows knitted together, “What are you thinking about?”
Ethan groans and slides a hair through his blue waves, his hand scratching the back of his neck where it meets the bottom of his hairline, “I feel like we’re missing something… Did we have anything planned today?”
“Other than the shoot?”
“Yeah… I don’t know, maybe there’s something at work I needed to take care of,” He assumes, deciding to try and suppress this weird feeling for the moment. Ethan only hopes that whatever it is that was subconsciously nagging at him doesn’t result in him being fired. That would a bummer.
Kathryn thinks it over herself, head leaning to the right as she ponders in case she happened to remember what it was.
“Guys, let’s get some ice cream!” Mark chimes in, throwing his arms around the pair with an enthusiastic grin spread across his expression. Though as soon as those words left his lips, Kathryn’s own smile falls and she realizes what it was that not only Ethan forgot, but that they all forgot.
“Mark… What time is it?”
“Ah, let me check,” He pulls himself away and pulls the phone from his pocket, a quick glance tells him the answer, “A little past nine, we’ve still got enough time to get ice cream.”
A heavy sigh falls from her lips as she shakes her head, Kathryn’s heart clenching with guilt, “I can’t believe we forgot, oh my God…”
“Forgot what, Kat..?” Amy asks, confused and lost as to what’s happening.
“His dinner party, we missed it. (Y/n)’s dinner party- to celebrate him graduating culinary school and we missed it…” She trails off, her expression dropping with each word as she comes to realize her, no, their mistake.
All the smiles disappear quickly with her words, put out like a candle from a cold breeze. As if time stopped and their reality simply shattered with this new truth; this new betrayal that they’ve unknowingly committed. Silence falls over them, each not knowing what to say nor do.
How did they even forget? Tyler was always so great with his planning, Ethan and Amy have phenomenal memories, Kathryn was wonderful with dates, and how could Mark forget anything that involved cake? But he did. They all did, and they’re feeling their guilt weigh on them for being so wrapped up in their work that they managed to forget something so important to one of the dearest friends. A project accidentally took priority over their friend.
How could they have let this happen?
“We need to go over there.” Mark breaks the silence and starts to wander back towards his car, only waiting for the other’s to follow him.
“Are you sure? I want to, but he might be angry and he might not even want to see us,” Ethan points out, eyes cast downward while he speaks and unconsciously biting his lip.
Tyler sighs but nods all the same, sticking his hands in his pockets, “Ethan might be right. We should try calling him first, at least.”
“No, because apologizing over the phone doesn’t mean shit when you can do it in person. And I think we may have royally fucked up… We need to go there now,” Mark insists, a shaky hand running through his messy black locks as he shakes his head, visibly frustrated by his obliviousness.
Amy frowns and walks up, taking Mark’s hand in her own, “I think… We should calm down for a minute and plan on how we should go about apologizing. Besides, (Y/n) may be upset like Ethan said and it might be good to give him his space tonight.”
A pause follows but nevertheless, Mark exhales heavily and nods in agreement, “You’re right… Tomorrow, we’ll fix this. We have to.”
Your head hurts.
The first thing you notice when you wake up is the pounding sensation against your skull, an exasperated groan leaving your lips. Why does your head hurt so much?
When you open your eyes, you slowly start to take in your surroundings, confusion now entering your mind as you see the mess surrounding you and the almost empty bottle of wine in your hand. “What the..?”
You try to stand up, stumbling slightly, but eventually finding solid ground despite the growing feeling of nausea in your stomach. You roll your head, neck cracking pleasurably as the tension leaves your neck. Apparently, falling asleep on a hardwood floor is not good for your body- leaves it quite stiff. But then again, that was the least of your worries last night. You remember bits and pieces, although you remember very well that you and your celebration was all forgotten and instead of finding company in your friends, you found it with the celebratory wine and when you were trying to find answer, you found it in the shards of broken plates and glasses. The inner turmoil poured out from you, and like a thunder storm, devastation rained when everything inside had started to come out.
You should probably clean up.
Setting the wine down on the counter, you sluggishly move around to pick up the reminisces of last night. It takes no longer than an hour to have your kitchen and living room fixed up like nothing had ever happened. And to be honest, having a clean house helped to clear your mind as well. The aspirin you took also helped, but cleaning was a good boost to help your mood.
Are you upset, still? Of course. They left you alone on such an important day- you aren’t going to forgive that so easily. Yet, the moment you pick up your phone and notice the missed calls and texts, you have to hold yourself back from answering them. An odd wave of relief washes over you; so they realized they messed up then? Good. They needed to know and you are not about to explain to them why you’re so upset when the reason should be obvious.
Instead, you’ll let them boil over for a bit as you allow this hangover to pass. Thankfully, it’s fairly light and with the help of the pain killer your head has been feeling well enough to plug in your headphones and mindlessly listen to music while lying casually on the couch. The music drowns your ears with melodies and soothing voices, your first smile in a while making its way onto your tired expression. You almost fall back asleep but a consistent knocking persists under your music, determined to alert you its existence. A yawn escapes your lungs and you sit up, walking through the previously shard-covered floor and up to the door that you had wished would open all of last night, but only now is it being knocked on. You take a peek through the peephole and automatically a surge of last night’s emotions- primarily anger, return. A scowl forming on your lips when you spot Mark on the other side, a mental debate occurring as to whether or not you should open the door. You turn around and lean against it, pinching the bridge of your nose from frustration.
“(Y/n)? I could hear you coming to the door… You have every right to be upset, but please let me explain.”
You scoff and roll your eyes, what’s there to explain? They were too lost in their own world to even think of your big day- simple as that.
“Go away, Mark. You can’t change what happened.”
“No, but we were hoping we could direct the future,” Amy’s sweet voice pipes up from the other side of the door, successfully getting your expression to soften. Not that they could tell.
“Please, (Y/n), we have something that might help.” Kathryn, too… So they all must here, huh? You shake your head and rub the back of your neck, unsure at this point.
“What is it?”
“You have to open the door to find out.”
Or you could look through the peephole again…
“It’s waiting in the car for you, dude!”
Sighing, your hand reaches out to the knob and twisting it painfully slow, still uncertain about whether this is the right thing to do or not. When the door finally opens all the way, their expressions light up with hope and a newfound energy. “Are you ready?” Tyler asks, a slanted smile on his lips as if whatever their way of saying sorry or explaining was something you had to truly prepare for.
“Let’s just get this over with,” You state blandly, not wanting to hear some poor excuse nor get an insincere gift as an apology.
Mark and Ethan rush to the car and appear to be checking over something before a flash of golden fur passes your eyes and instantly, a soft smile replaces your cold expression at the scene in front of you.
Chica not only has a chef hat, but a whole chef uniform as she pounces over to you and greeting you with a million slobbery kisses, you try to hold back a laugh but fail to and kneel down, giving into Chef Chica’s pleas for pets. It isn’t until Kathryn taps your shoulder that you look up to see the giant platter of cupcakes held by Mark and Ethan. With varying amounts of neatness, each cupcake has a letter that when put together spells out a message, an apology.
Sorry we gave you a RUFF time!
And once again, despite trying to bite back laughter, it flows into the air after reading the obscenely stupid and punny message. “This is your apology for missing my big day?”
“We thought that you would’ve liked this better than some sappy apology,” Ethan shrugs, a sheepish smile spreading onto his cheeks, “And since you made us dinner and all, we wanted to make you something in return. It’s not as good as your cooking, but it’s still made with love?”
Chuckling you shake your head, eyes glancing around to meet all of hopeful eyes and with a slow nod, you admit your defeat, “… Alright, fine, you won me over.”
“Yes! I swear this won’t ever happen again- promise! Right guys?” A variation of ‘yes’es follow and you only roll your eyes playfully.
“Good, now I’ll help myself to an apology cupcake if you don’t mind,” You take one of the plate and after removing the wrapper, take a bite.
It has an… interesting taste?
“What do you think?” Ethan’s big blue eyes widen as he asks you and you feign a smile, swallowing thickly.
You are reminded as to why you’re the one with a culinary degree, to say the least.
“They’re… pretty good, guys! Although, it’s only a little past ten in the morning, how about I make us a proper breakfast?”
Thankfully they all agreed and the cupcakes could be easily forgotten. Nonetheless, seeing them in your kitchen like last night never happened, remembering how hurt you were and knowing that they felt awful too, yet, being able to smile and laugh with them again is better than any feeling you’ve known before.
This is how things are supposed to be, and you hope that this is how things continue to be.
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