you were so down bad for natalie, somehow she was even hotter after a fucking plane crash.. and you’d have her wrapped around your finger if it weren’t for her fuck-ass boyfriend.

natalie would talk to you to complain about travis, and you’d often sympathise with her, but secretely love it. honestly , you were waiting for the day they broke up.

hearing nat talk shit about her boyfriend was like heaven. yes girl, get rid of that guy!! kidding. maybe.

this was another one of those days where she’d found you and asked you to go on a walk with her, and that meant slagging off travis.

here was the plan.. you be the emotionally supportive friend who she brings her problems to, she comes to the conclusion that travis isn’t for her, she leans on you for comfort and realises its been you all along!

after a long walk, you’d settled back against tree stumps , opposite from eachother, and lit a joint. just one, because nat had a limited stash, and shared it.

“and now he’s complaining that i’m talking to javi.” natalie huffed in annoyance. “it’s not like i wanna bone his brother, javi’s just a really nice guy. i don’t even know why im with travis anymore..” she muttered, taking an angry drag.