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fuji-mango · 18 days

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Responding to my Bestie!!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

I am named after no one, my name is just my name.

2. When’s the last time you cried?

TBH, I'm mentally traumatized so probably like, three years ago.

3. Do you have kids?

I don't have kids and don't ever plan on it as of now.

4. What sport have/do you play?

Volleyball, Track (200m, 400m, long jump, and triple jump), Badminton, and Basketball.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

I would never...

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

The way they stand/the way they carry themselves.

7. Eye colour?

Dark brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I hate horror/scary movies, happy endings all the way

9. Any talents?

I play the flute, trombone (the valve trombone to be specific), as well as the ukulele.

10. Where were you born?

The Philippines!!!

11. What are your hobbies?

I like writing, reading, photography, gaming, and cooking/baking

12. Do you have any pets?

I do not. (I'd be traumatized when they eventually passed)

13. How tall are you?

5'7", but my footwear makes me 5'8", but the way I always shift onto my left leg brings it back down to 5'7". (:

14. Favourite subject?

I love and adore ELA (English Language Arts). I like analyzing poems and literature.

15. Dream job?

I'd love to have a career involving music or social media, but I'm settling for being a social therapist.

Tagging @fikesturns as my only friend who HASN'T done it, it's your turn. (Update... She re-uploaded on the same post I did...)

15 questions, 15 friends

(thank you for tagging me @luvvtrent <3)

1 - are you named after anyone? nope but my third name is my grandma's last name

2 - when was the last time you cried? of sadness, probably Friday night, other than that yesterday

3 - do you have kids? nope, but i want some

4 - what sports do you play/have played? i used to play basketball when i was younger, than i took dancing classes (hip-hop and dancehall), i did a year of thaï boxing and now i do musculation at my school

5 - do you use sarcasm? sarcasm is me

6 - what is the first thing you notice about people? their outfit and their face

7 - what is your eye color? dark brown

8 - scary movies or happy endings? happy ending, i don't watch scary movies

9 - any talents? i can sing i guess

10 - where were you born? normandy in france

11 - what are your hobbies? eating, listening to music, i kinda like watching movies

12 - do you have any pets? nope, my parents don't want to 💀💀

13 - how tall are you? you mean how short ? 5'4 probably (I've been saying I'm 1,63m but i think I'm shorter

14 - favorite subject at school? english and spanish

15 - dream job? music journalist (or at least in the entertainment field)

tagging: @leviscolwill @louvrepool @trentione @letmeapologise @findingnemosworld @ts1m1kas @barcagirly @ihe4rtisa @deff0notaqsa @mentalbaddiex @judectrl @trentscc @hummusxx @conoreeces @brocedes

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fuji-mango · 1 month

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"Change will change you." -Nick ⁉️

Nick x Reader BSF (Male)

SYNOPSIS - Nick's been your best friend since you were kids, but for the past month, he's been ignoring you. He won't answer texts, won't return your calls. Life's been hell since he went MIA, so you decide to finally try and start pulling yourself together.

Note: My first story... be nice pls...

Word Count: 2351

WARNINGS: Burnout, Depression

Y/n’s POV

I remember when I thought that scraping my knee or falling off my bike was the most painful thing in the world, but I know now that I was very wrong. What hurts more than anything in the world, is feeling truly alone. Like you’ve been cast out to sea, and all you have is the whispers in the back of your head to stay sane.

All I can manage to do is lie in bed all day, wasting away while the world around me carries on. The sound of rain outside pelting the window only adds to the hollowness that I’m feeling. Everything felt like it was falling apart, I was being ghosted by my closest friend, everyone else moved away to college early, and doing any small thing felt like the most exhausting task in the world. Not to mention that my parents were currently several states away for work.

And as I was contemplating my depressing thoughts, I felt a slight vibration from my phone that was somewhere under my comforter. I sat up and rummaged around my bed in the dark searching for my phone. Eventually I found it and unlocked it immediately, being blinded by the screen as I did so. I scrolled through my notifications and instead of finding a new message from Nick, I found that my health app was reminding me to drink water. I wasn’t going to.

I opened my messages and I immediately saw the words I dreaded seeing beside Nick’s contact. “Read”.

I’ve been left on read again... 63 messages in the past month, and Nick hasn’t replied to any of them. I don’t even know why I feel surprised, I knew what the outcome was even before I sent it.

Nick, do you wanna hangout on Friday? (2:37 Pm 7/23) Read

…

Hey, I haven’t heard from you in awhile, how are you? (3:13 Pm 7/30) Read

…

Nick, I’m worried about you, please msg me. (12:04 Am 8/12) Read

…

Did I do something wrong? (9:13 Am 8/18) Read

…

Can you just tell me why you won’t respond? (8:15 Pm Yesterday) Read

I laughed a bit as I scrolled through our messages again. I knew he was busy with his career, that it was important to him. I just never thought that I would be thrown away for it.

Nick was my best friend. We grew up together, we watched each other go from things like dinosaur phases to graduating highschool. It feels like a part of my life is missing without him, but I can’t let it get me down forever.

I know that it’s raining, but I could go outside. I need some fresh air.

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Nick’s POV

It was raining outside when Y/n texted me, it feels like forever since I’ve seen him. Part of me feels guilty for not reaching out, but the other half feels like it would shatter if I saw him again. I walked outside towards the van joining my brothers, trying hard to ignore those lingering thoughts.

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Y/n’s POV

I just let myself walk, taking random turns every now and then. The slight drizzle and breeze wasn’t horrible, but still annoying nonetheless. It just feels like everything distant… Like I’m watching everythings happen from an outside perspective. The dozens of cars driving by, people waiting at the bus stop, groups of friends walking around together… The world seems so alive, and yet I was just a bystander to everything that was going on.

It was exhausting. The mental strain, the emptiness that always followed… I was tired of it all. I just wanted to feel normal again, but how could I do that when a part of my life feels like it was ripped apart.

Eventually I ended up at one of my favourite places to hangout, at least I used to. I don’t even know when or how I got here. I thought that I was taking a random route, but maybe I subconsciously brought myself here. Kelly’s Diner, the place where Nick and I used to spend hours just talking to each other, laughing obnoxiously as the hours drifted by, up until they were closing.

I wanted to go inside, to try and find some happiness here again, but some part of me told me it wasn’t worth it. But I ignored that feeling and went inside anyway, being greeted by the pink and green detailed interior. It seemed foreign to me, despite all the times that I’ve been here. I walked up to the counter, sitting on the cushioned bar stools that were still as uncomfortable as I remembered.

One of the workers made their way over to where I was sitting after dealing with a table around the corner. It was Spencer, a guy from school, but I mainly knew him from all the times that I came here with Nick. He always got annoyed whenever we got too loud and bothered everyone else in the diner.

“Haven’t seen you in awhile.” Spencer said, his usual tired face telling me all I needed to know.

“Long shift?” I asked him sarcastically.

“Yeah, works been a bitch lately, how bout you?”

“It’s been going.” I said, stretching my arms over my head. “Can I just get a chocolate ice cream frappe?”

“No fries or anything” Spencer clarified, to which I gave him a quick nod. “Alright, I’ll get that to you in a bit.” and with that he walked into the kitchen, coming out moments later to give food to the table he was at earlier.

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Nick’s POV

Hanging out with Matt and Chris was always fun, but it was also a great distraction. I always hated when things were out of my control… hated how I felt insecure when I started to fall apart. Hated how all I could ever do was run away from the problem instead of facing them. And here I am, trying to suppress the sorrows by smiling and laughing with my brothers.

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Y/n’s POV

After a couple minutes, Spencer finally made his way over to me, my drink in hand.

“One chocolate ice cream frappe for my favourite customer.” He said, setting down the drink in front of me.

“Thanks” is all I managed to let out.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” and with that, Spencer walked off to start wiping down some tables.

All I did was stare at the frappe for a bit, reminiscing on the past. When Nick and I came here, I’d always ordered the chocolate one, and he’d always get vanilla. It felt strange only seeing one of them on the counter, but I was starting to feel less bothered by it the longer I stared. When I finally did take a sip, a wave of warmth enveloped my body.

It tasted just how I remembered, maybe a bit better actually. And it was at that moment that I knew I was going to be okay. When life realigned for a second to let me catch my breath. I’d kept myself stuck in place, and now I was finally moving on my own again, no external force driving me forward. Just me, and I’m going to have to accept that fact.

The fact that Nick wouldn’t always be there anymore. I mean, I did miss him and all, he was my ride or die… and sometimes it felt like he was just around the corner. And as I thought about these stupid ideas, I heard his laugh. His obnoxiously perfect laugh.

He was here, Nick was actually here. It was the most relieving yet horrifying thing I’ve ever experienced. I set down a ten dollar tip on the counter and got up from my chair, slowly walking towards the source of the sound. My legs felt heavier with every step that got me closer, until I made it to the corner and finally I saw him. And there he was, smiling and laughing with Matt and Chris, a vanilla frappe in hand.

I pulled up my phone and started to text Nick. One last attempt before I walk away from all of this.

I miss you. (6:27 Pm Today) Sent

And I watched as he picked up the phone, and set it down just as fast. Leaving those four letters on my screen once again. “Read”. And in that moment, I didn’t care anymore, how could I care anymore. I was so fucking tired of caring. Tired of spending all my time and energy on this. I stood up from my chair, making a loud squeaking from its legs scratching on the floor. All I could think about was getting out of here as fast as I could.

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Nick’s POV

A loud sound from behind me took my attention away from the conversation that me and Chris were having, and I turned to see Y/n. He didn’t look like his usual self though. His hair was messily done, which wasn’t like him at all, and his clothes were slightly wet from the rain outside. He hates the rain.

By the time he was out the door, I found myself getting up abruptly and following after him. I heard Chris and Matt yelling something at me but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Y/n looked like he was in shambles, and it was because of me. Because of how selfish I’ve been.

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Y/n’s POV

The rain was a lot worse than it was 20 minutes ago, going from a slight drizzle to a full on shower. I kept walking as fast as I could, trying to calm myself down. The tears on my face were blending in with the downpour. And I could hear Nick following behind me yelling my name.

“Y/N!” Nick yelled over the loud sound of rain, but I ignored it.

My walk sped up into a jog.

“Y/N!” He yelled again, but I still didn’t stop.

My jogging turned into running.

“Y/n just stop for a minute, please.” Nick pleaded, but I was being torn apart. Why now? Why after all this time? Nick didn’t bother to write a single text explaining anything and here he was running after me. He hates running.

I turned my head back to look at Nick but tripped over the uneven sidewalk. I managed to catch myself, scraping both my palms on the wet sidewalk, but it let Nick catch up to me.

“Are you okay?” Nick asked, catching his breath and offering me a hand to help me up.

“I’m fine Nick.” I slapped his hand away and got back up, trying to leave once again, but he grabbed onto my wrist before I could. “Nick let me go.” I said, trying to escape his grasp. The tears were falling harder now.

“Y/n…”

“I said let me go Nick!” I yanked my hand away from him, turning around and continuing on my way.

“Just let me explai-”

“Explain what?” I hissed out, stopping for a moment before turning around and finally facing him. “Explain how you fucking abandoned me?” He took a step back. “Explain how you ghosted me for a whole month?” He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, so I kept on going. “Cause I want you to explain it Nick, I want you to fucking explain how you could throw me away like I was a piece of fucking trash.” My voice broke on the last few words, and I felt horrible yelling that at him, but part of me felt justified about it, which made me feel even worse.

“Y/n…” Nick started, struggling to find the right words. “What I did… it wasn’t okay. And I don’t know that you’ll ever forgive me.” He paused for a second to compose himself. I couldn’t tell if he was crying, or if it was the rain. “And it was selfish of me to do that. Selfish of me to just ignore you and not tell you why.”

“Then why didn’t you?” I yelled out, the frustration that I’ve been holding inside lashing out.

“Because I like you.” Nick said, which left me speechless. “I’ve liked you for so long and I know that you’ll never like me back that way, and it was so fucking hard watching you be so happy with other people while I watched from the sidelines. It was so hard waiting for myself to fall out of love with you because of how much I care about our friendship… but I can't take it anymore.”

“Nick… I…” I didn’t know what to say… didn’t know what to do.

“You don’t have to say anything Y/n, it’s fine.” Nick said, looking down at the ground. He looked as miserable as me.

“Nick…” I took a step forward and hugged him. “I don’t think I could ever like you that way... but you’ve been one of the most important things throughout my life.” I stopped for a second, pulling him out of the hug and looking at him face to face. “And if this is what you need to be happy... then it’s okay... I understand.” I took a deep breath in. “But I want you to know this... You’ve been one of the best things in my life, and you always will be.” and with that, turned around and walked away.

It’s taken a lot of time to accept this change, and at first, I really didn’t want to. Sure it still kinda hurt to think about, but as I looked down at my scraped palms, I knew I could get past this too. I looked back at Nick one last time to see Matt and Chris finally reunite with him, and for the first time in a long time, I smiled.

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