Uranus' POV

I sit on the couch, trying to calm down. In times like these, Katie would be sitting next to me, and she would soothe me and tell me that everything is going to be alright. I need someone to help me get over my misery, someone who knows the ropes and is good at communication. I think that I suck at it. Katie is good, but not for me. She is not my knight in shining armor.

I have to put the record straight. This relationship wasn't my first failed attempt at a committed one. The only different thing is that Katie feels like a kid in a candy store when she's around me. She likes me with my vanishing six-packs and my new boring personality.

Trying to concentrate on what I'm watching, I shuffle in my place and keep pausing the movie every 30 seconds. It is an action movie. I used to enjoy romantic comedies, but not now. The person who made me love them is now gone. I can be easily distracted nowadays.

I pick up my phone to call Destiny. She is my only remaining genuine friend, and she doesn't point fingers at me about anything I do. Destiny understands me, and it's more comfortable to be around her than to be around anyone else. We grew up together, and our parents were friends. She was there when my life unbearable and when the fire scared the living daylights out of me.

When we were young, I considered dating her, but she hasn't approved of it. She kept telling me that it would feel like going out with her brother. That was my first and last friendzone. After it, I enjoyed being chased by girls, not chasing them. I'm not trying to be arrogant, but I'm a good catch. Listening to their stories, buying expensive gifts, booking outings at expensive restaurants, and all the romantic cliches girls drool over.

Destiny doesn't pick my first call, so I scroll through the newsfeed on Facebook. I find an advertisement about the fertilizer I googled a day before. These ads sometimes freaked me out by how relevant they are.

After two hours of endless scrolling, the movie is over. I've encountered several status updates, new profile photos, graduation ceremonies, engagements, and marriages. I have decided to text Destiny.

U: call me when you're free

A few minutes later, she replies. I answer quickly with a greasy hand. I'm eating chips and watching my muscles turn into fat.

D: important?

U: nah, a breakup

D: damn you, Uranus

I'm in the middle of writing when her call interrupts.

"I thought this one would last," she says after I pick up.

"Wasn't really into it," I reply.

"What disaster did you make this time?" She asks, "by the way, if you don't weigh your options, you are ending up alone," she warns.

"Barely a friendzone," I admit.

"You drive me up the wall!"

"Great, but I'm not taking this with a grain of salt," I tease.

"Damn you," she unbelievably says, "again."

"Would you come over in an hour?" I question.

"Okay-," Destiny is still speaking, but I cut her off.

"Great, bye," I hang up, leaving her hanging on the other side of the call.

She will give me a hard time with this, I'm sure. Destiny hates it when I hang up rapidly after I say what I want.

I have some unpleasant news for her, so they'll make it up.