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Your POV
A week. 
It's been a week since Reneé and I have spoken. A week since our relationship blew up. I didn't even know if I could call it that anymore. 
I tried to call her a few times. Nothing. Every time it goes straight to her generic voicemail. 
"How about you send her a letter," Bazzi suggested from where he was sitting on my couch. 
"Aren't you just so funny today?" I asked sarcastically. "Shut up."
"Okay, in all seriousness. Why haven't you just gone to her house yet?"
I rubbed a hand over my face as I threw my head back on the couch. 
"You really think I haven't thought about that?" I asked him. "If she wanted to talk to me she wouldn't have blocked me. It's my fault this all happened. I can't show up at the one place she considers a safe space."
"So, what are you gonna do?"
I took a deep breath. Genuinely, I had no idea. 
"You know maybe you should hit me with your car," I spoke, referring to what he jokingly suggested days ago. 
"I'm not hitting you with my car," he rolled his eyes. "When is the contract over again?"
"I don't know the exact day. Ethan told me there would be a meeting next week about it. Day and time are still to be decided."
This situation literally could not get any more complicated. 
"So, you're just going to wait another week to see if she wants anything to do with you?" 
"It's not like that's what I want to do," I threw my hands up as I spoke. "If you have a better plan, by all means, go ahead and share."
"I've got a better plan," Olivia spoke as she entered the living room, handing us both cups of coffee that she had picked up on her way over. "Here."
"Thanks," we both thanked her simultaneously. 
She tossed me her cell phone and I furrowed my eyebrows whenever I caught it. 
"Use it to call her, stupid," she explained as she sipped on her own cup of coffee and sat next to Bazzi. 
"That feels wrong..." I trailed off as I unlocked her phone and stared at the screen. 
"Do you have a better idea?" Bazzi asked before sipping his drink and making a face. 
"Did you get mine?" I asked, laughing when he nodded and switched our cups. 
"What would I even say if she picked up?" I asked my friends, watching as they took a second to think. 
"Sorry."
"Oh, wow. Thanks for the suggestion, Andrew," I spoke, watching as he flipped me off from where he was sitting. 
"Maybe don't call her," Olivia spoke. "Send her a text. She can't hang up on a text."
That was a good point. Chances are as soon as she heard my voice she would hang up. She was, quite literally, the most dramatic person I know, but I couldn't complain about how she's handling a situation that I caused. 
"Okay, but I still don't know what to say," I spoke as I typed in Reneé's number and saved it in Olivia's phone. 
I opened a new message with her contact and stared at the screen for what felt like ages before I started typing. 
"What are you saying?" Bazzi asked as they both watched me from across the room. 
I didn't answer him. I was too focused on what I was typing. 
"Good talk," he said sarcastically, earning a smack on the arm from Olivia. 
"Let her focus."
"I'm nosy," he shrugged as he came over to sit next to me so that he could see what I was typing. 
"Oh, wow," he nodded. "I mean... that's one way."
After hearing what Andrew had to say, Olivia got up to sit on the other side of me so that she could read it as well. 
"Going all in are we?" Liv spoke gently, taking a sip on her coffee before she rested her head on my shoulder to continue watching me type. 
"Laying it all out there so that if she blocks your number she will at least have read everything I have to say first."
We all sat in silence as I continued to type and edit the message.
"I think I'm going to send it like this."
Olivia and Andrew both agreed that it was good, but I didn't send it. 
"Are you gonna press send?" Olivia asked as I continued to stare at the screen. 
"I'm scared..."
"Here," Bazzi started, leaning over and sending the message before I even had a chance to figure out what he meant. "Done."
My eyes widened and I locked the phone immediately before handing it back to Olivia. 
"I can't sit here and watch it," I shook my head, standing up from my place on the couch. "I'm going to shower."
"What if she responds?" Olivia asked me as I continued to walk towards my room. 
"I still don't want to know!" I called out. 
I didn't even get in the shower. As soon as I got to my room I laid face down on my bed, shoving my face in a pillow. 
The only thing that was running through my head was the last part of the message I sent. 
"I'm sorry about everything. I hope you give me the chance to make this right. I love you."
Ball was in her court now. 
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"gO tO hEr HoUsE!!!!" 
THATS TOO EASY LOL in all seriousness you guys are so funny I love you but I'm not making this easy on you guys 
Enjoy<3