The Heartbroken - S01 E125

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The Heartbroken - S01 E125

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 125

“Um, you know what?

Sorry. I’ll just–um–

sorry for waking you

up,” I said. “I’ll just hang

up and let’s pretend this

never happened.”

“Nope,” he said, popping

the P, and I think I

might have heard the

unmistakable sound of

a door creaking open.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Really,” I insisted.

“Forget it. Go back to

sleep.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Yes, you can.”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

I heard the sound of

jingling keys and the

sound of a door

shutting close.

“Because I’m already on

my way there.” My

heart jumped to my

throat. “See you in ten.”

—

“So,” he said, two

minutes after he pulled

out of our driveway.

“Now will you tell me

what’s wrong?”

“You didn’t have to

come,” I said, refusing

to look at him.

When I opened the door

earlier after he’d sent

me a text telling me he

had arrived, I almost

gawked at him. He

looked like he just rolled

out of bed, his hair

sticking up in all

directions. The moment

our eyes met, his face

broke into a wide grin

that nearly made me

faint on the spot.

“Are you kidding?” he

said. “Of course I had to

come.”

“Uh, no, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.” Even

without turning to face

him, I knew he was

smiling that smile of his.

“I knew you missed

me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Like

hell I would. I literally

spend nearly every day

with you.”

“Exactly.”

I scoffed. “Maybe you’re

the one who missed me

after all.”

He was silent and I

tried to fight the urge

to look at him, “tried”

being the operative

word. I peeked at him

and he was smirking,

eyes focused on the

road.

“Well, it was pretty

boring,” he replied after

a while.

So he did miss me? The

thought sent weird

butterflies in my

stomach. They

fluttered like hell,

sending tingly

sensations all over me.

What the f--k was

wrong with me?

I couldn’t possibly like

him, right? I was clearly

overthinking this. If

another guy had told

me he misses me, I

would probably feel the

same way. It was how

any normal girl would

react when they were

told something like that.

“Where are we going

anyway?” I said, forcing

the f-----g butterflies

away to calm down.

“It’s a surprise.”

Here we go again. I

decided that arguing

with him wasn’t exactly

going to lead either of

us anywhere, so

whatever. It wasn’t like

I had another choice.

Also, I was pretty

intrigued about this

surprise of his.

“So,” he said after a

while, “why did you

call?”

I felt incredibly stupid

now for waking him up.

“It really wasn’t

anything important.” So

I had a dream, that

wasn’t even bad or

anything–big deal. Why

couldn’t I have just

slept it off like a normal

person? “You really

didn’t need to pick me

up.”

“Well, I was already

awake, so I might as

well,” he said without

missing a beat. “And I

guess this could be our

first date.”

“When Alyssa said first

date, I’m pretty sure

she meant something

cliche like a movie.”