The night was going perfectly, or so she had convinced herself. She had for the first time arrived on time (a big win for her).
Y/n wouldn't say she was a jealous girlfriend. She never thought much of it when Colby liked other girls pictures on Instagram. It was normal for him to do that, she herself liked pictures of countless guys on social media, it didn't make sense to chastise him over something anyone would do.
But when Colby declined the fifth call of the night she had enough.
"Who's calling you?" She asked, teeth gritted.
"Just a friend, nothing important babe." He said calmly.
Don't be a jealous bitch Y/n she told herself in her head.
"Right. Oh so today-" she started, getting cut off by Colby's phone going off again.
Sixth time she counted in her head.
"Alright Colby this is getting too much." She stated harshly. She tried controlling her anger but she felt that if she looked in a mirror fumes would be coming out of her ears like they did in a cartoon.
"Relax babe cmon." He rolled his eyes.
"Don't 'relax babe' me Colbes! This is the sixth time your being called. Either pick up, or by God I'm going to throw that fucking phone away." She said heatedly.
"Stop making a big deal of it! You always do this." He groaned.
"Oh I always do this? Me? Who is so desperate to keep calling you anyway." She fumed.
"It's Emily." (sorry if thats ur name, just change it if it is!)
That set of an explosion.
"And you couldn't have told me?" She screamed at him.
"Yes! I knew you would over react if you found out my ex was fucking calling me and here we are." Colby shouted back.
"Its always my fault isn't it Colby?" She said, pained smile on her face.
"You know thats not what I said." He started.
"Save it babe." She laughed in disbelieve, saying the word babe like it was a cuss.
She grabbed her coat and got up from her chair.
"Thanks for the '1 year of our relationship' celebration date." She said as she left.
Colby sighed and slumped back into his chair, defeated.
His phone ringed again and he let out a frustrated shout.
"Leave me fucking alone emily." He shouted as he picked up the phone. He cut the call as soon as he picked it up and blocked his ex from calling him ever again.
Inspiration: 1 step forward, 3 steps back - Olivia Rodrigo with Steve Harrington
from Song and Character Drabbles for Requesting
Steve was still in love with Nancy. He always would be. So, it was clear that no matter how many times he told you he was over her, it was obvious that he wasn’t.
He could repeat himself over and over again, but it would change nothing. It would always be Nancy Wheeler for him.
“Come on, Y/n,” Steve pleaded with you. Steve Harrington stood on your front step hand propping him up on the door frame. “I don’t like Nancy. I’m with you, I’m only into you.”
“Okay, you don’t like Nancy,” you said to the boy in front of you with tears in your eyes, “you don’t like Nancy, but you still love her, Steve.”
“I don’t love Nancy, Y/n!” Steve was getting tired of always telling you this, “I have never done anything to make it seem like I still have feelings for Nancy.”
“Then stop lying to me, Steve!” You cried out, causing more tears to fall, “If we fight, you don’t talk to me for days and now you're acting like I don’t know where you go. I get Robin, I get Eddie, and I get you and Nancy are still friends, but you go to her almost every time. We fight, you go to hers. We argue, you go to hers. We have any trouble and you always go to Nancy. I mean, God, if you have any problems at all you go to her. You never come to me. We never talk shit out, you never let me help you.”
“Look,” Steve looked down, wringing his hands, “I’m sorry that I don’t talk about hanging out with Nancy with you. I just- I just don’t want you to get jealous-“
“Would you telling me give me a reason to be jealous, Steve?” you asked firmly, a challenging look in your eyes, egging him on for the truth.
“I- Y/n…” Steve couldn’t answer.
“Every time I feel like we move forward in our relationship, I feel like we are just going backwards. You talk less to me now than you did when we were friends Steve. I just want an honest answer. I- I can accept if you don’t feel the way I do, or if you feel that way more for her. But, fuck, Steve, I just want want my friend back,” you sobbed.
“I’m sorry,” Steve said. It wasn’t an ‘I’m sorry I haven’t been talking to you lately’ it was ‘I’m sorry, but this isn’t going to work out’.
“Thank you for the truth Steve,” you spoke calmly as tears kept spilling from your eyes, “now go home.”
“Y/n, please,” Steve begged.
“Go home, Steve,” your voice cracked against your will.
“I-“
“Please,” escaped your mouth as a whisper. Steve nodded and walked away. You shut your front door and let yourself shed your final tears for him.
No, it's back and forth, did I say something wrong? It's back and forth, going over everything I said. It's back and forth, did I do something wrong? It's back and forth, maybe this is all your fault instead. It's one step forward and three steps back. And I'd leave you, but the rollercoaster's all I've ever had. Yeah, it's one step forward and three steps back. Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand. No, I don't understand.
I get scared that every time I get angry with someone or vice versa, that it's the end of us. We're no longer friends. We're done.
I mean I know that they/I probably need sometime to cool off and we'll eventually get over it. But growing up, we never did. We swept it under the rug. And the thing about sweeping things under, is that they pile up.
I get so scared and I'm transported back to when i was younger and my parents were mad at me and I'd be scared waiting for when they eventually start talking to me again.
It's the silent treatment that kills you. Trying to start a conversation and you see the flat look on their face.
And maybe in some masochistic way I kind of find it all exciting. Like, which lover will I get today? Will you walk me to the door or send me home crying? It's one step forward and three steps back. I'm the love of your life until I make you mad. It's always one step forward and three steps back. Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand.