MJ Imagines *CURRENTLY NOT TAKING REQUESTS*

~Urges Pt. 3 FINAL~

She looked to me and and sat up. I could feel that my eyes were puffy and my nose was stuffed up.

       "Hold on a second," She spoke as she set down the items that were in her arms. She ran back into the kitchen and I heard her rummaging through her cabinets. I reached out and picked up the cup of cocoa and took a slow sip of the hot drink.

I heard her run back into the room and when I looked to her she was carrying a bottle of vodka in her hands.

       "Seems to me you're gonna need some of this," She told me knowingly as she poured some of it into my cup of cocoa. I scrunched my nose and she winked at me jokingly trying to lighten the mood. I couldn't help but laugh as I set down the cup onto the table.

       "Now who's got you looking so down?" She asked me as she sat down next to me. I took a deep breath and looked up towards her ceiling trying to blink away my tears.

       "Remember how I told you yesterday that I had something going on with someone?" I asked her.

       "Oh yeah, the dreamy boy?" she teased and I gave a flat laugh. I looked down and shook my head.

       "Yeah, well last night...things kind of went downhill," I breathed out sadly. I looked over to her with a frown and her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

       "What happened?" She asked me softly. She set a supportive hand on my shoulder and I quickly reached out and took a long sip of my vodka-cocoa infused mix. It burned slightly as it went down but I felt some stress release from me.

       "I'm gonna need a lot more of this," I joked and she gave me a sad smile.

Then I explained everything.

I told her about every late night and every moment. When I met him and who he was. How long we've been 'together.' The rules we made, the jealous moments, the mixed feelings, the confusion I felt. Everything I felt, everything I saw, I told her about. And although it hurt so bad to admit some of the things that occurring, like Tatiana's place in the story, it felt as though a weight was being lifted off my shoulders because I could finally confide in someone.

Because Rule #1 no longer applied.

None of the rules applied anymore.

When I finished I had a waterfall of tears streaming down my face and Y/F/N was holding me in a supportive and motherly embrace.

       "Everything's going to be ok," She soothed as she rubbed my back. I sobbed into her shoulder as she continued.

       "Forget about him, he's an asshole," She told me. I laughed and remembered every time we would get out of a bad relationship that's all we ever said about the guy.

But this time there was a problem.

       "But he's not, he's not like the others Y/F/N," I told her as I pulled away from her embrace. She looked to me with a frown on her face and reached over to hand me a box of tissues. I grabbed one and blew my nose before grabbing another and wiping my eyes.

       "Maybe not," She started. "But he doesn't deserve someone like you." She stated strongly. I shook my head and fiddled with the tissue in my fingers.

       "We're going to get your confidence back," She told me. "And you're gonna be like yourself again, without him." She boldly spoke.

I looked up to her, ready with thousands of retorts in my head about how wrong she is.

But the look on her face. The tone in her voice.