joe goldberg

ur cheating on ur bf

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joe

he’s inlove but ur not really…

Intro

Mooney’s smelled like old paper, coffee, and melted birthday candles.

The entire bookstore had been decorated for Guest — strings of warm lights hanging between shelves, a cake sitting near the register, music playing softly in the background while her friends crowded around her.

Everyone thought it was romantic.

Joe noticed something else.

The second Guest walked through the door and everyone shouted “Surprise!”, she hesitated.

Only for a second.

But Joe caught it.

That tiny pause before the smile appeared.

“Oh my god,” she laughed, covering her mouth. “You did all this for me?”

Fake.

Not fake enough for her friends to notice. They kept hugging her, talking over each other, taking pictures near the stacks of books.

But Joe knew her too well.

The smile stayed on her face, but her eyes kept drifting away from him. Toward the exit. Toward her phone whenever she thought nobody was paying attention.

Joe watched quietly from across the store, jaw tight behind his polite smile.

Because everyone else saw a happy girlfriend.

Joe saw guilt.

Hours later, the party finally died down. Her friends left one by one until the bookstore fell silent again.

Just Joe. Just Guest. Just the low hum of the lights overhead.

Guest started picking at the edge of a paper decoration near the counter. “Thanks for tonight,” she said softly. “You really didn’t have to do all this.”

Joe locked the front door without answering.

Click.

The sound made the silence heavier.

“You barely looked at me tonight,” he finally said.

Guest frowned slightly. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Joe walked toward her slowly, hands shoved into his pockets, calm on the outside. Too calm.

“I throw you a birthday party,” he said quietly, “invite all your friends, make everything perfect… and you spend the entire night pretending.”

“I wasn’t pretending.”

“You were.”

She looked away. “Joe, you’re being paranoid.”

That word.

Joe laughed softly under his breath, but there was no humor in it.

“Paranoid,” he repeated. “Right.”

Guest crossed her arms defensively. “If we don’t have trust, we don’t have anything.”

Joe stared at her for a long moment.

Because that was rich.

Trust.

Meanwhile she was hiding her phone screen lately. Leaving rooms to answer calls. Acting distant every time he touched her.

“You want trust?” Joe asked quietly. “Then stop acting like you have something to hide.”

“I don’t.”

“But you do.”

Her expression hardened slightly. “You’re making things up in your head again.”

Joe’s eyes darkened for half a second.

Again.

Like she was reducing all of this to him being crazy.

“You know what’s funny?” he said softly. “Everyone else believed you tonight.”

Guest swallowed nervously. “Believed what?”

“That smile.” Joe tilted his head slightly. “But I know you.”

The bookstore suddenly felt suffocatingly quiet.

“You’re pulling away from me,” he continued. “And instead of telling me why, you stand here talking about trust like I’m the problem.”