taylor sat in her bed,dried tear stains littered her skin. She stared at the celling for a while trying to forget why she was crying last night. the girl opened her phone slightly wincing at the brightness. Immediately pictures of what her friends were out doing last night, without her. they went to a party where practically everybody in their school were at, not taylor though. I mean how could she sit there with her ex and pretend everythings all sunshine and rainbows. she wasn’t over ashlyn,not even close.
“taylor,im so sorry but i think we would just be better off as friends” the voice kept ringing in her head. friends? How could they ever just be friends? How could she even think they could ever just be friends? Ashlyn might be able to think that way,but taylor could never, never in a million years. she was head over heels for that girl.
as she kept scrolling through her phone she noticed new texts from..ashlyn? sh eread the texts and it was quite obvious she was drunk.
ashlyn.
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ashlyn: heyyyy taylorr
ashlyn: taylorrr answer me
ashlyn: taylor?
ashlyn: i miss youu its so boring withoyt you
*voice message*
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Taylor pressed play on the voice message
“ heyyyyy taylor -hic- why arent..you picking -hic- up. i need you backkkk you could -hic- swich places with tyler we dont -hic- need him…”
if you listened closely you could here tyler swearing at her and aiden laughing in the background. All taylor wished for was for everything to go back to the way it was. But thats not really possible for her is it?
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a few months later taylor is mostly over ashlyn, but from time to time she catches herself wishing ashlyn would drunk text her again.