why did you invite me to your wedding?
Thread Topic: why did you invite me to your wedding?
-
‘It’s fine,’ Mason mumbled, letting go of him. ‘I-I have to go to class.’ He wiped his eyes and turned around, walking off.
-
Chris watched Mason walk off, exhaling shakily. He leaned against the locker and buried his face in his hands, sobbing quietly for a moment. I’m so sorry, Mason…
(ts to a good few yrs later?) -
(Sure lol. Could you start, idrk how to)
-
(yeahhh gimme a sec and i’ll put smth down lol)
-
(Lol alrighty)
-
Chris laid sprawled out on the couch of his apartment, downing the last of his forth can of beer. His thumb hovered over the Send Message button, his text reading as an invite to his wedding. He wasn’t getting married, he didn’t even know anyone who was getting married. He was only sending this in hopes to get some reply from Mason. Mason, God- He missed Mason so f---ing much, and it didn’t help that he never lost feelings, no matter what his parents tried to convince him of. He stared at the button and sent it, knowing he most likely wouldn’t get a reply at 3 am. But he needed to talk to him, even if it meant making up a wedding invitation to get him there.
-
Mason’s phone pinged. He was awake and scrolling, not being able to get much sleep. He had graduated college a few weeks back, and was roommates with his best friend in a small apartment in the city. He got a random text from an unknown number, and his eyes widened. Chris? he texted back. He had obviously missed his ex boyfriend, but had barely thought back to him in the past year. He’d mostly been able to move on. Mostly.
-
yeah, its chrs-
hey, masn.
Chris texted back, feeling himself sober up for a moment as he replied, despite the spelling errors. -
Mason noticed the spelling errors. He wondered why Chris still had his number. Are you drunk or something?
-
maybe
Chris texted back, taking another swig of his beer.
hru doin? -
Why are you texting me?
-
i missd you, dumb---
hows lif been for u? -
Chris, we broke up 3 years ago
-
ik…
Chris paused, exhaling shakily as he sat up. Why the f--- am I doing this? He thought, gripping the cam in his hand before setting it down on nearby table. I must sound like a f---ing weirdo-
im sorry, i just- i miss you, mason. -
Go to sleep. I’ll text you later
Mason set down his phone, rubbing his face with his hands. Chris missed him? Why? They hadn’t seen each other for years.
Post a reply as a guest or Log In
REMEMBER:
- Do not harass or insult other people. Treat others how you'd like to be treated.
View all 10 forum rules
- Do not harass or insult other people. Treat others how you'd like to be treated.
View all 10 forum rules
