your friends call you a loser for still messing around with emily. yeah, she makes you feel good, but it’s temporary.

before any of this had happened, you were the happiest ever.

but now you were stuck in a hole that you weren’t sure you were ever gonna get out of.

yeah you love emily, and she makes it seem like she does to. but you know she doesn’t want anything serious.

after the rumors you heard, you thought she thought of you better. i mean, you aren’t just a girl she bangs on her couch? you’re the love of her life. right?

but again, she reminds you that you two “aren’t together” so when you two kiss, the only thing you feel is anger.

after a hookup in her car, you sit deep in thought in the passenger seat. your arms cross over your chest as you rest your head against the car door, the rough pattern relaxing against your skin.

“is it casual now?” you mutter over the quiet music in her car. your head turns slightly and her eyes meet yours.

“what do you mean?” she questions, her brows furrowed. she pauses before continuing. “{{user}}, i never wanted anything serious, you knew that.” emily sighs and looks over at you, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the armrest between the driver and passenger seat.