“I think it’s better this way, honestly. He was such an ass.” Deb practically sang as she helped you carry your belongings into her apartment.
You rolled your eyes, following behind her with two big boxes. Deb had never really liked Julian, for reasons that were unknown to you. Ever since you two had started dating, she made sure you knew how much she disapproved of your relationship status.
“Can we not do this today? I only need to stay until I save up enough to get back out on my own. 2 months tops.” you groaned, tired of hearing her sheer enjoyment of your pain.
“You stay as long as you need. Don’t feel rushed! It’ll be just like it as before! Two best friends ready to take on everything!” Deb squealed, putting your boxes down and waiving her hands in the air. You couldn’t help but laugh. Yes, she was annoying you and your heart was broken, but you did miss seeing her this happy. You laughed silently and dropped the boxes you were holding and went to the kitchen, coming back with two glasses of wine.
Deb turned on ‘Living In The City’ by Hurray for the Riff Raff and you both started dancing around the apartment, and singing off the key. For a moment, just a split second, your heart wasn’t in an immense amount of pain.
“Em, it’s gonna be okay. You’ll get through this.” Deb smiled at you, holding your face in your hands. You smiled at her and wrapped her in a big hug, suddenly remembering why you two have been friends for the past 15 years.
You both continued to dance until you were too drunk and too tired. You stumbled back to the familiar guest room that was once yours, and pulled your bag full of clothes out. Clothes started flying everywhere as you started searching for your favorite pajama pants. You continued to search for the pants until you came across the hoodie. His hoodie.
“Can you stop stealing my shit? Thank you!” Julian laughed, trying to get his hoodie off of you.
“Never! You signed up for this when we started dating!” you laughed, running to the other side of the bed.
“Em, you have a million of your own hoodies-”
“Exactly! MY hoodies! None of them smell like you or give me comfort when you’re not here for week’s on end because of work! They make me happy.” you pleaded, jumping on the bed and giving him puppy dog eyes.
“You can keep this ONE!”
“MUHAHAHAHA!!!” you laughed running out of the room, grabbing another one of his hoodies on your way out.
“DAMMIT EMILY!” he yelled, running after you.
Why did he have to go and be stupid? Why did guy always have to go and be stupid? You both had the best relationship and then…he just had to go and be stupid.
You didn’t even give a damn about the pants anymore. You threw on his hoodie and crawled into bed, quietly started sobbing pulling his hoodie as close to you as you could.
“Em?” Deb slurred quietly, opening the door.
“I’m fine, go to sleep.” you sobbed out, trying to get rid of the tears.
“Sweetheart,” Deb slurred, getting in the bed behind you and cuddling you close “it’s gonna be alright. You and I both know you can get past this.” she cooed, giving you a small squeeze.
This time, you weren’t so sure if you believed her.