"You are so not messaging him, give me your phone." A roll of the eyes and your phone is in the hands of your best friend. She was probably right, texting your ex-boyfriend isn't typically the smartest idea. Especially during a party. But it was Art. This was different, you knew he missed you. Well, you're pretty sure he missed you. Patrick told you that the last time you saw him, but that was a few months ago now. You try to smile, as your friends are all drinking. Telling you that you should be over this by now. That you should be trying to remember the good parts of your relationship, not holding onto the idea of him coming back. Like it was that easy.

Especially not that easy when you see those blonde locks in the corner of the kitchen, his head resting on the shoulder of Patrick. Was he, crying? A pat on the back from Patrick as Art stands up straight, you can't see his face to see if his eyes are streaming. Your heart hurts at just the idea of it. "No, no. You are not going over there." Your best friend all but holds you back when she notices your eyes on the blonde. "What if he comes over here?" She wants to wipe the faux pout of your face, ready to call you a lost cause and move on.

"Art," Patrick sighs, pouring a drink into a red cup and putting it into his best friend's hands. "You need to get over her. This has gone on too long now." Art practically pouts at his words, wiping his wet cheeks and gulping down the liquid. Crying over your ex-girlfriend in the kitchen of a college party wasn't how Art expected his life to look like. Yet, here he was. "Oh no." Patrick groans, wiping his hand over his face as he catches sight of you with your friends. Art's head snaps in the direction of Patrick's gaze, his heart stopping as his eyes meet yours.

Art's feet immediately start to move in your direction, before Patrick has time to pull him back, Art's already stood in front of you. "I- Hi, I was just talking about you." He mutters. Talking, crying. Same difference.