.Brendon. Good good now we're making some progress .Ryan. 32 (NOT SLASH!!)

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Ryan kept true on his word. He called me a few days later. I hung up, the first few times, because I didn't think I could deal with it. Then realising how rude I was being, I finally called him back.

Ryan was a lot more mature about the situation then I thought he would be. From his actions on Saturday night, I expected him to swear at me and abuse me. Instead, after about 40 minutes of pleading with me to not break up with him, he told me understood and even admitted it would take some work before he could get into a relationship again.

After that we had 10 minutes of awkward conversation, about 4 minutes of those being verbal. I then told him I had to go do homework, and he said he did too.

It probably wouldn't be in the top ten most heart warming breakups of all time, but it wasn't as bad as I thought.

Since then, I had spoken to Ryan twice. Online. The first time, the conversation ran slowly over about half an hour. It was awkward, and it was even through a computer screen! The second time was a literal 'Hey what's up?' 'Not much how about you?' 'Not much either' conversation.

I decided keeping in touch with him wasn't something to do right now. I was hoping I could do what I was planning with Brendon. Let all the crap run free now, and in time pick up the friendship once everything has seemed to disappear.

I had been hanging out with both Tracy and Faith a lot lately. Technically, they were my only true friends left. Whenever I thought about that, it did sting. When I was bored I would just call Brendon and we would hang out. As I stated before, this whole being depressed over this situation was due to Brendon, and not Ryan. It seems like through this whole time, and this 'fling' with Ryan I was falling, and now Ryan has gone it was the crash, I had finally hit the ground.

I had gotten through this week by watching Faith's DVD collection of Friends, wishing sourly that I looked like Jennifer Anniston. That was whenever Mom wasn't home. When she was, I was at my computer furiously doing homework. I had managed to go from a C grade in most classes to an average of B . I was pretty happy with my efforts.

Because of this, I had earned my trust completely back with Mom. She was also pleased I had dumped Ryan. I was pretty happy Mom trusted me again, not that I needed to go out really, however it was good to know she wasn't over my shoulder all the time, as well as that good feeling I knew that she trusted me.

She still had no idea about Brendon though. She did ask me why I wasn't hanging out with him lately, I told her we were both busy with senior year, but we had 'drifted apart' as well. She bought it. I just hoped Brendon told his mother the same thing or something close.

Even though I was upset about Brendon now, I would feel a little bit better tomorrow, and better the day after, and keep feeling better everyday until I wouldn't be upset at all one day. I was okay with moving on, instead of looking back.

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Sorry I took forever to update. Read the memo. Oh and also, this isn't the end. End will be at 40, probably.