24. Two Heartbroken Friends

Right now, I wanted to do what everyone else wants to do in this situation. The situation where you get rejected by the thing you wanted the most and that was curling up in a ball and feeling like I'm not good enough.

The problem was, I couldn't do that right now. I had to play it off like I knew I got rejected an interview at the school I wanted to go tot he most. I had to pretend I knew about it because I just couldn't find it in me to confess my feelings.

Honestly, didn't know which one hurt worse. Not being able to confess my feelings that are physically making me sick or being rejected after years of hard work I put into it.

"Sorry, I just saw it on the counter and I-" I would of let him finish his explanation, but it just made me feel even worse about myself.

"No. You're fine." I somehow manage to say without breaking down in tears. Tears of absolute sadness.

Blake gave one look at me before wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. Just like the one I gave him this morning except this one didn't put all the pieces back together. They never broke in the first place, just fractured.

They say hugs are the best medicine unless you hate hugs than it's the absolute worse. Hugs supposedly give off the Oxytocin hormone according to my biology teacher. Also known as the 'cuddling hormone' because apparently it somehow just boosts both occupants moods.

Maybe Blake and I just needed a long hug with familiar emotions on both ends. Help each other mend our hearts in a strange type of way. We both did get screwed over in the same day, some worse than others but no one's judging. It hurts and that what matters right now. We're both feeling pain.

I don't know how long we stood there in my doorway hugging, long enough for Koda wanting to join in. I felt his white fur scrap across my leg, causing me to laugh.

"I guess Koda wants in," Blake asked, releasing his grip and looking at Koda as he pushed up against our legs.

I wiped a tear away that must of fell without my knowledge and giggled.

"How about we go watch a movie about guns and stuff?" Blake suggests. I really hope he isn't joking, an action movie will distract me right now.

"How about a comedy with guns and stuff?" I add.

"Awesome!" He cheers. Walking with me to the living area as I found a good comedy with lots of action.

Blake likes to say I decide on the movie Central Intelligence but it was honestly him. No matter what he says, he ended up picking the movie.

Koda ran up in between us and resented half his body on Blake and his head on me.

"Someone feels left out," I smirk.

"You gotta get screwed over the first boy." Blake jokes. I look at him and we lock eyes. Long enough for Koda to lift up his head and lick my face.

"Gross!" I practically could taste his dinner on my lips.

Blake laughed, scratching Koda's head. Making him move to him and sticking his butt into my face.

"Alright, I'm defiantly getting screwed over the worse now." I joke. It's so much easier to laugh when you're sad. Lifts the mood just a tiny bit.

"I'll give that to you. This time though." He smirks.

"Koda!" I called.

Koda only glanced at me before laying down.

"Ouch." I place my hand on my heart acting hurt and such. Koda only stuck his tongue out as a response.

Blake smiled at me before kissing Koda's head. Probably tasted disgusting, haven't bathed him in a few weeks.

About halfway through the movie, my phone buzzed. My dad telling me he got stuck in traffic and that I should put the food away before it spoils.

Neither Blake and I had any of it, probably not a good thing. Also, the empty tubs of ice cream scattered on the floor probably weren't the best idea either.

"I completely forgot about that," Blake called as I grabbed the food bag. "Oops."

"Don't worry about it. We gained at least a pound of ice cream which is worth it. Based on our circumstances."

"Two broken hearted friends and a dog." Blake then said.

The word friend stuck with me for awhile. Friends. That's all we're gonna be.

"You should probably get going, it's late," I say.

"We're only an hour in," Blake says, pointing to the television screen.

"We have a final tomorrow in math." I reminded him.

"Gross!" He intimidating me from earlier tonight.

"Agreed." I grinned.

"How about I just stay here?" He suggests.

I hesitated for a bit. "Stay here?"

"Yeah."

"You literally live across the hallway." I chuckle. Even though it wasn't supposed to be funny, more like a fact. I can't have Blake sleeping over at Mt house. Especially not now while my emotions are all over the place. That our emotions are all over the place.

"I'm trying to be a better friend. And the most friendish thing is a sleepover." He smiles like a child.

"We're eighteen."

"Slumber party."

"Oh my god, that's even. worse." I laugh.

"When was the last time you had a slumber party?" He asks.

"When I was like twelve," I tell him. "And it wasn't even a party, but me and Rebecca obsessing over boy bands."

"You're missing out." He stands up. I could see Koda give him the dog version of death glares. If there is any.

"We're not sleeping over," I say sternly.

"Why not?" He took a step closer to me.

"Because."

He raised his eyebrows waiting for the excuse I had to come up with.

"We're two heartbroken friends and a dog," I say, turning the tables on him.

"Aren't that what two heartbroken friends do though? Talk trash and what ever made them heartbroken?" He says. Probably because that always happens in the movies and such.

I groaned in frustration. "Fine, but you get the floor."

"Deal." He smiles.

"And we are not gonna talk about our feelings, agreed?"

"Why not? Gotta get the whole heartbroken experience. We can cross ice cream off the list already."

I didn't say anything. I just walked away with a smile on my face. This is not how I imagine the day to go at all.

Today we were just two heartbroken friends who got screwed over. Tomorrow I will confess my feelings to Blake Hunt. Just like how I promised Rebecca.