PINKY PROMISE β’ Part 1
Divergent AU β’ Eric Coulter x Reader
It had always been Eric and me. Best friends for lifetime. Absolutely unafraid to be the biggest mess in front of each other. Eric and me. And a stupid childhood pinky promise of βIf weβre single at 40, weβre gonna marry each otherβ.
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A/N β’ I was sick of writing with βyouβ. So instead of Y/N youβll find M/N (my name).
Weβve known each other for the longest time. It had always been him and me against the world. Or in our case the hometown of Chicago. With superhero capes βΒ facing bullies in the hallway of pre school when no teacher was around. Sitting on the stands next to each other at awful middle school dances because no one else had invited us. Finally making a bunch of friends together and becoming the well known dream team of the school everyone wanted to be friends with. And everyone secretly wanting to have a friendship like ours. Failing junior year together because it wasnβt an option to finish school in different grades. Having our first drink, our first cigarette and our first detention together. Him, holding me while I cried because my parents broke up. Me, pushing him in a wheel chair for two months because of his first car accident. Also me, driving us to school for the rest of our high school time.
It had always been Eric and me. Best friends for lifetime. Absolutely unafraid to be the biggest mess in front of each other. Eric and me. And a stupid childhood pinky promise of βIf weβre single at 40, weβre gonna marry each otherβ.
Part 1 β’ First day of senior year
In a small suburb of Chicago I sat behind the wheel of my dadβs second car and was waiting for my best friend to come out of his house. In all honesty: I was absolutely not ready to start senior year. Eric on the other hand couldnβt wait. Yesterday we spent the whole day at the pier βΒ our end of the summer tradition. At the highest of the Ferris wheel he declared that senior year would be βhisβ year.
Eric was still limping a little when he made his way to the car. When I got the call last winter, that his car crashed, it turned into the worst day of my life. It even outdid the day when my parents told me they would get divorced. Ericβs mother had called, barely holding herself together. I knew her for as long as I knew Eric βΒ which was forever. And I knew her for being a tough woman, always pulling through βΒ what she handed down to her son. When she called me in the middle of the night, completely devastated, my heart stopped.