Princess_Pheonix
Planetoid
- Joined
- Apr 20, 2009
Blue eyes widened and a small mouth fell open as Danika St. James looked in on her boyfriend of six months sleeping with another girl. He hadn't even bothered to break up with her first. She felt something tightening around her heart and she could help but stare. Not because she wanted to watch them, but because she was having such a hard time believing that it was actually him. After taking a deep breath and brushing a piece of wavy brown hair out of her eyes, Danika stepped away from the room, not bothering to say anything to the couple as she walked out of the house and away from the man she thought she loved.
She fought hard with the tears, and she seemed to be winning which put a small smile on her face as she made it home to her own apartment that she shared with her best friend. As she opened the door she could remember fights that she and her boyfriend, Andy, had had about her living with another guy. She could remember once he had actually told her that she had to choose between living with her best friend, or keeping her boyfriend. She'd chosen her best friend. A week later Andy had come crawling back, begging for forgiveness telling her that he didn't care who she lived with. Especially since he thought that her best friend was gay.
Setting her purse down on the table she closed her eyes and tried to will away any thought she had of Andy. She would just try and redirect them to be happy thoughts about anything else. Maybe she would go put on a movie. Taking off her jacket so that she was just left in a tshirt and a pair of jeans she walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. But she didn't bother to reach for the remote. She just sat there, staring at the black screen on the tv.
She fought hard with the tears, and she seemed to be winning which put a small smile on her face as she made it home to her own apartment that she shared with her best friend. As she opened the door she could remember fights that she and her boyfriend, Andy, had had about her living with another guy. She could remember once he had actually told her that she had to choose between living with her best friend, or keeping her boyfriend. She'd chosen her best friend. A week later Andy had come crawling back, begging for forgiveness telling her that he didn't care who she lived with. Especially since he thought that her best friend was gay.
Setting her purse down on the table she closed her eyes and tried to will away any thought she had of Andy. She would just try and redirect them to be happy thoughts about anything else. Maybe she would go put on a movie. Taking off her jacket so that she was just left in a tshirt and a pair of jeans she walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. But she didn't bother to reach for the remote. She just sat there, staring at the black screen on the tv.