Complicated {s.c x reader}

5

A medley of feelings makes my eyes sting with tears. Life is so good; I'm more privileged than anyone I know. I don't know if I have the right to feel angry and sad right now.

I still have feelings for Sam; it's clear as day. When I saw his eyes again, his dimples, and the feeling when he hugged me. Even the scent of his cologne made me want to fall for him again.

Y/N, stop it. Do you know what he's doing right now? Supporting his wife who's about to have a child. Stop thinking. Stop reminiscing. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Just stop.

I step out of the bath and dry off while scrolling through my phone. Thousands upon thousands of notifications blow up in my face. I don't know what to do, so I just turn off all notifications and lay back down in my bed, still in my towel. My temples throb with a headache, so I make my way to my half-organized, half-empty kitchen. I finally dig out some aspirin and take two.

Ping!

New Message: Thea- I know you must be overwhelmed right now. I'm coming over.

I change into some leggings and a grey crewneck sweatshirt and wrap my hair in a towel. I open a family-size bag of Doritos and start to indulge until my doorbell rings. I open the door, seeing exactly what I expected. Thea with a look of remorse on her face. Oh, not remorse. Pity.

I hate being pitied. I hate when people feel sorry for me. Being pitied just reminds me that I'm not strong enough to deal with problems on my own.

Her arms find themselves around me, even with bags of ice cream in hand. I hug her back and let her inside.

"Your place is great, Y/N. Beautiful!" She says with a smile, sympathy plastered on her face.

"Thanks, Thea. Thank you for coming over. It means the world to me." I say to her, closing the door and locking it.

"I know, I know..." She says to me

"You know what?" I ask

"I know what you're about to tell me. 'I don't need you to feel sorry for me, Thea! I can handle these things on my own.'" She mimics me, making me giggle just a bit.

"I don't sound like that!" I chuckle.

"Oh, yes you do. I brought Chocolate and Mint Chip along with some wine." She says to me, taking out two pints of ice cream and a bottle of Merlot.

"Thank you, Thea. Really." I say to her, taking out two spoons and two wine glasses.

"It's no problem, really." She smiles, opening the bottle of wine.

We decide on a movie as the sun slowly goes down, the colors peering through the white curtains of my living room window. We drink the wine as we luxuriate in the ice cream.

Halfway though the movie, breaking the silence, Thea says: "Do you want to talk about it?"

"You already know?" I reply, half-question, half-statement.

"Of course I know, Y/N. I know practically everything about you." She says.

"Fair enough," I sigh, "I'm conflicted. More than I was when he broke up with me. Well, maybe not that much but...I-I don't know." I slowly muster.

"I understand. How are you feeling right now?"

"Horrible. Jealous, angry, sad. Terribly...terribly sad." I say, shoving a spoonful of Mint Chip in my mouth.

"Slow down on the Mint Chip, girl. Talk to me." She says, putting down the pint of ice cream.

"I...Thea, you can't tell another soul in the world. Please promise me you won't tell anyone." I say, tears stinging and brimming my eyes." I say.