Burning Bridges

A short story concerning two teens from two different families and social classes meeting because of a friendly dare.

Essy's Point of View.



Maybe he didn't notice me. Please, oh please, don't notice me. Those handsome russet-brown orbs shifted around the room, gliding over my slightly cowered figure before doing a double take.

I grabbed my bag and tried to escape the almost empty fast food place. What was I doing here in the first place? I don't even eat. I was stupid for even thinking I would go unnoticed by those ever-aware eyes.

"Hey, Miss?" I felt his hand grab my arm gently and spin me around, face-to-face with my beautiful nightmare. "I'm sorry, but have we met? You look really familiar..." I looked up at him; after all, I didn't want to be anymore rude than I already had been.

Regret immediately radiated throughout my body. Those pearly whites were smiling down at me, making my knees turn to jelly. Luckily, I was able to look away fast enough to regain my composure without causing suspicion.

"Uhm, I - I guess. We just met briefly a - a few days ago." It took my all not to rip out of his strong grip and make a break for it. Realization covered his face and his cheeks blushed a light pink. It was absolutely adorable and if it weren't for my stress and nerves, I definitely would've drooled over him.

"You - You're the girl from the pier? With the white and pink dress?" He seemed shocked. I guess I would be too, if I saw me now. I had a maroon beanie covering my head, glasses that were too big, a thick beige scarf around my thin neck and I was hiding behind a baggy black batman sweatshirt, skinny jeans, and my favourite pair of brown Uggs. I sighed and nodded, frowning slightly as I looked at my feet, wriggling my toes. He released my arm and I took a step backward, toward the door.

"I really should get going now. Nice to see you?" I said nervously, my voice curling up into a question at the end. He nodded, but then stepped towards me again.

"Uh, wait." He reached out, but then scratched the back of his head nervously. So. Freaking. Cute. I bit my lip. Damn, this boy was driving me wild. Get out quick, Essy, GET. OUT. I screamed at myself, biting my lip harder when he asked, "Can I... Can I get your number?"

Oh.... I felt my face drain of color. F**k. Run. Say something. Anything. You don't have a phone. It's dead. Dying? Uh, sorry, no comprende. Yo no hablo Ingles. "Uhm, s-sure." I hesitantly handed him my phone, mentally kicking myself to the ground. What. The. Actual. F**k.

He smiled and typed in his name and number. I did the same in his phone, my fingers burning with every little move. Once I finished, I waved and quickly ran down the side walk, through a small alleyway, down a few more blocks until I reached my Grandfather's noodle shop. We lived in an old apartment upstairs so I ran in, saying hello to everyone and made my way to my bathroom.

Here. Here is where I proceeded to throw up my guts in the toilet, pulling my hair into a quick bun before things got messy.

My hands shook, tears streamed from my eyes and I plopped back against the wall, closing my eyes. His sweet face burned the back of my eyelids. I put my head into my hands and sighed heavily. What was wrong with me?


~Flashback~


It was Tuesday afternoon, the sun was warm on my tanned skin and I knew it was a perfect day to go shopping along the docks with my bestie, Shay. I decided to wear a dress that had a simple white top, a brown belt, and a pink and white floral skirt that dropped to my knees. This was paired with my favorite pair of sandals, or, my 'Jesus shoes'. Shay came up with the name and it just kind of stuck. I had my long, red-brown hair curled in long waves and it was down, falling naturally around my face and shoulders.

We were just about to leave, she was driving us around all day and said we needed to go to the real mall to do some more shopping when I caught the eye of the most amazingly cute guy I'd ever seen. I quickly pointed him out to Shay - very discreetly so he wouldn't notice me pointing at him - and she agreed we should "accidentally" meet face-to-face.

Her plan worked out perfectly. A little too perfectly, might I add. Not only did I grab his attention, but also his shorts. Her idea was to be walking by them, then quickly 'trip' and fall into him on 'accident'. Well, I tried aiming for his chest or shoulder, but my hands found their way to his belt and, well. It was just extremely awkward to have your hands on a cute guy's pants without meaning to.

I blushed deep red and apologized, backing away from him, trying to hide my face. "I'm sooo sorry! I'm such a klutz, sorry about that!" I said, clinging to Shay. He laughed slightly, but I'm sure you could guess how adorable I thought it. Everything about him was absolutely perfect.

"No worries, it was only an accident." He stated, smoothing himself out. I just stared, at him and then at his friend, who was just as attractive, and stifling a laughing fit. Shay let out a giggle and poked me.

"She just can't keep herself off the cute guys I guess." I shot her a glare and she smiled, watching me blush madly. I looked away, at anything else so I wouldn't make eye contact with them.

I could almost hear the blush on their cheeks. "Awh, thanks, haha. Better watch your step where you go, don't want to fall into the wrong hands." The boy I fell into said, chuckling to himself. I looked at him, blushed, and nodded. Nonchalantly, I prodded Shay's side, telling her it was time to go. She smiled and waved at the boys.

"Nice running into you, see you around, maybe?" She giggled and I huffed loudly, unamused by her joke.

"Yeah, maybe we'll make a trip out of it, yeah?" Said the boy's companion, laughing. I groaned and shoved Shay along, waving at them with an embarrassed grimace hanging on my lips heavily.

~End~


My mother came upstairs, a worried look on her beautiful face. "Honey, are you alright? Did you just throw up?" She asked in a soft tone, bending down to rub my back. I sighed, getting up and brushing my teeth, flushing the toilet on my way out of the room.

"I'm fine mum, just ate something terrible." I muttered, sitting on the couch. I turned on the TV, finding some distraction from the hunger in my stomach in some water and ten Saltines. I dared no more because I knew if I allowed more, I would gorge myself and have to throw it up later.

I had a real problem. Shay said I was bulimic and that I should see a doctor, but I really didn't want to. I hadn't shown any signs of dying yet and I didn't like the doctor's anyways. They always made stuff up about you because they've no idea what's wrong with you or it's because you're different or you're some sort of monster. Especially with an eating disorder.

My weight was currently at 95 lbs, as much as I hate to admit it. I'd rather be 70, maybe 75. With every bite of the cracker I felt more and more fat, but I knew that these weren't many calories and I could always burn it off later.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

New Message: Trace - "Hey there, what's going on beautiful?"

He was playing mind games. I'm not beautiful, I'm fat and ugly, he's probably going to lead me on and then when everyone's watching, turn against me. Tears burned my eyes with the thought of my past relationships with guys. One who used me, one who lead me on just to use me, one who abused me, one who turned my world upside down for better, then left me hanging, one that used me just to get to Shay, and two who beat me into this sickness and depression. What is wrong with me?


Essy - "Nm, hbu?:/"

Trace - "Don't seem too happy, wanna talk?"

Essy - "Not really. Just me problems." That's right. Just let him down slowly. Soon, he won't want to talk to you and you'l be relieved from this stress.

Trace- "Well, if you ever need to talk, I'm here. :)" Nuuuuu, I don't want to talk. GO AWAY.

Essy - "Thanks, but I'm fine, really."

Trace - "Whatever you say." I sighed. Might as well just come out and say it all, right?

Essy - "Look, I really don't want to play games. I've been hurt too many times before and I've seen it all.  You'll probably end up leading me on and then ditching me in front of the whole world so I can just be another chew toy for people. Thanks, but no thanks." Tears welled up again as the message sent. Why was I so mean? What is wrong with me?

Trace - "Wow... I'm not that guy. I've never actually had a gf ^^; but honestly, I would never - could never do that. So... would you let me change your mind, maybe over dinner tomorrow night?"

He was seriously asking me out. After I said no. I will murder you if you say yes. You know how this is going to end. Guys are liars. The. End. This little voice in my head sounded like me, but never had a positive side. Like some little demon dragging me into the depths of despair.

Essy - "I'll give you one chance. ONLY. One. Chance. Prove yourself and maybe you'll change my mind. Just maybe." I had to compromise. Maybe he really was a nice, sweet guy. Or, maybe he was taking me to dinner to watch me fail at life and then expose me to everyone as a laughing stock. No. I shall not think about that.


My stomach churned and I had to vomit again. I ran into the bathroom and let it all out.


Here goes nothing.

 

Trace's Point of View.



*The next day*

I sat on the couch at my house, draped across the cushions, thinking non-stop about Essy.

I couldn't get her out of my head; she was addicting. The football game was mere white noise in the background, and the game I'd been waiting to watch all week meant nothing to me now. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, sitting up.

My dad walked into the room with a ton of game-day foods. I felt my stomach grumble hungrily at the sight of the food and I didn't hesitate to grab the chips from his hands before he sat down. He laughed and then gave me a weird look.

"Trace, is something bothering you? The TV volume is down low and you look like you're stuck in a daydream." He gave me a smirk. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what the look was for. "You found a lady friend, didn't you?" I felt my cheeks burn and I turned to the TV, turning the volume up higher. My dad laughed and turned to the TV. "I knew it. I totally knew it."

My dad and I never really talked about relationships, I mean, he's not really good on that part. He's been divorced twice now, and my mom died a few years after their divorce in a car crash when I was 13. I'm 18 now and moved on. She was never really a good mother anyways.

His girlfriend, Stacy, is actually legit now, she's really nice, took me under her wing as if I was her own kid and she's really compassionate and strong... And gosh, I sound really soft. She had a son too, except he was 7 when he died from a tumor in his brain. I hear her cry about it every now and then. It's a really rough topic for her and we never bring it up.

I felt a hand on my back and looked over to see my dad smiling back at me. I smiled in return and turned just as Stacy came in the room in her full team jersey, her dark brown hair done up in a messy bun and a bright smile plastered across her face, making her eyes shimmer. She wrapped her arms around our backs and pecked our heads softly.

"Ready for an exciting game, guys?" She sang, dancing around a bit before taking a seat in between dad and I. We cheered and watched the game.


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Somewhere around half time, I decided to text Essy. I was getting bored with the game, for the first time ever, and I really wanted to learn more about her. After all, I wanted to go to dinner with her and know more than the fact that she's had relationship problems and that she trips into people a lot....

Now that I think about it, I really didn't know anything about her. Besides, I needed to set a time for the date anyways. My stomach knotted as I started to type a message. This girl was driving me wild.

Trace - "Hey! So, when's a good time tonight for you? Want to meet at the park around 5?"

Essy - "That's fine. I work until 4:30 so don't freak if I'm a few minutes late :)"

Trace - "Okay sweet! See you then! :)"

Essy - "Yeah, see you soon!"

She seemed to be in a better mood today, which was good, I mean, everyone should be in a good mood, right? It made me wonder if the reason she was in such a bad mood yesterday was because of me. She did seem to be avoiding me at the restaurant yesterday.

I don't know, maybe it's just something else? Damn, this girl was really driving me wild.

I was nudged in the side by Stacy as she joined my in the little mini kitchen we had in our game room. She laughed at me when I jumped at her touch. "Deep in thought, I see. What'cha thinkin' about, Kiddo?" She asked, leaning on the counter across from me after pulling a Pepsi out of the fridge. She was obsessed with those.

"Oh, nothing, really." I shook my head, throwing her a reassuring smile. She didn't buy it.

"Yeah, yeah, you don't smile like that when you're thinking about nothing, Trace. Is it a girl?" She gasped excitedly, figuring it out, "It is a girl! Tracey's got a girlie friend!" She danced. I face-palmed and shook my head, shamefully putting up with her teasing laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've got a date tonight is all, I'm just thinking of what to do exactly." She thought for a second, containing her excitement.

"Well, where are you guys meeting? You could always have dinner here!" She smiled brightly. Stacy's always had a hobby of entertaining people, fixing them dinner, the whole shebang. I shook my head thoughtfully and she frowned.

"We're meeting at the park. I really want to take her somewhere fancy, but not too fancy." We thought again and she snapped.

"I got it! Why don't you take her to the noodle shop in Chinatown, the one everyone goes to every now and then. It's quaint and homey, I bet she'd love it!" I nodded, smiling at the idea.

"That's brilliant, I'll see what I can do." She hugged me tightly and skipped out with a few more Pepsis and a bag of chips. I shook my head and checked the time. It was 2:40 now. I really couldn't wait to get going, I really wished that she'd loosen up for me, maybe I really could change her mind.

I finished watching the game from the kitchen, nursing a Dr. Pepper. Once 4 came around, I ran upstairs to take a shower and get ready. I laid out several outfits, not sure which one to wear. I called Stacy to help me choose and she told me to wear the second one; a white button-down shirt with a navy sweater vest and a pair of jeans. I thanked her a quickly got changed, ruffling my hair into it's usual style. I really just let it do it's thing, I didn't really care about styling.

This girl was driving me wild.

It was about 4:30 now, it took a good 15 minutes to walk to the park. I could bike. That'll cut the time in half. I don't like driving when I could easily get some fresh air, it wasn't too far away after all.

I decided I'd rather walk and with a peck on Stacy's cheek and a wave to my dad, I set out. I made sure I had my wallet and everything, donning my favorite black sweatshirt and a flat-bill cap. Stacy rolled her eyes and rushed me out the door. I quickly put in an earphone and listened to my music while I walked briskly down the streets, crossing every now and then.


Well, here goes nothing.

 

Essy's Point of View.



I had to sneak out of the house, out the back, through the window and down the fire escape. My parents don't let me date, that's why I've kept everything from them. All my past relationships, all the past downfalls, everything. Excluding Shay. She's the only one I' m even allowed to let upstairs, let alone be friends with. Every one of my other friends ditched me after meeting my parents.

They may be the most adorable Chinese couple in Chinatown, but damn, were they the ugliest parents.

I had to hold the skirt of my dress in order to avoid any snagging as I raced down the ladder, my hair pulled into a curly ponytail that bounced with every step. My dress for the evening had a white t-shirt top and a pale purple skirt that was short in the front and long in the back. I had put a black belt around my waist where the fabrics came together. My favorite sparkly purple blazer hung warmly on my shoulders; I held my black boots in my hands as I ran as fast as I could to the street. Here I slipped them on and sprayed perfume on my wrists and neck.

I couldn't spray it in the apartment, otherwise my parents would know something's up. They think I'm at Shay's until later tonight so I could sneak away and go on this date. I'm just hoping I don't run into anyone I know.

I reached the main street and slowed my pace to a walk and took deep breaths to regulate my heart beat.  Soon enough I made it to the park. I checked my phone from my purse and saw that it was just after five. I texted Trace to tell him where I was.


I searched around, sitting down finally on a bench. I wrapped my blazer around me tighter, the bench sending shivers up and down my spine.

A hand touched my shoulder and I jumped, standing up and turning around. Trace was laughing at me, a foolish grin stuck on his lips. I put my hands on my hips and frowned. "Well hello there to you, too!" I joked, slapping his shoulder lightly. He chuckled and took my hand, leading me towards the park.

I blushed at his touch and when I noticed our hands were still together. "So, I'm sorry about scaring you, just now. I didn't think you'd react like that." He smiled apologetically down at me. I was so short compared to him. My Asian self was almost a foot shorter than him and this made me feel... Well... Safe. I've had boyfriends who were taller, but his height made me feel secure, like nothing in the world could bring me down. I shrugged, realizing I hadn't replied to his comment.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just jumpy sometimes. It's just funny because I absolutely love scary movies, yet your unexpected touch scares me." I laughed, smiling up at him. My heart and stomach fluttered, making my throat instantly dry. I bit my lip nervously as I reached around his arm so our arms were locked, hands still together.

Maybe I need to slow down. I knew nothing about the boy and here we were, arms together and taking a walk down to the park. In fact, I now noticed that we were heading toward a kid's playground that was closer to the Chinatown side of the park. I suddenly became nervous, hoping no one was at the park this time of night.

Trace must have notice me tense up, because he wrapped his arm around my waist securely. "Are you okay, Essy? You seem... Nervous." He noted, looking down at me. I faked a smile and shook my head.

"Oh... Uh, it's nothing, really, I just get a little nervous around kids and stuff. Long story, but don't worry, I'm sure it'll be fine." It wasn't wholly a lie, I mean, children did freak me out a little, it was a work thing.

This little kid was a demon and my grandfather insisted I wait them. It was my second night as a waitress and I was only a 17-year-old, tiny waitress with little experience. That was only last year and it still scarred me. I quickly shook the thoughts from my head as Trace lead us over to the swings, away from the two kids that were still playing on the slide, despite their parents' innocent threats to leave without them.

It brought a smile to my face, seeing the kids blow off their parents, wanting to play forever together.

I looked back at Trace as I sat of the swing. He sat adjacent to me and stared at me, making me blush and look at my feet. "You're really pretty. Gorgeous, in fact. Do you know that?" I smiled and shrugged.

"I - I guess. Thank you." I looked up at him. The evening sun was making his eyes sparkle, and if it was even possible, they were more dazzling.

"I'm serious. It's just so sad how all those past guys have treated you like you were just a paper airplane, just flying from one guy to the next. But I promise, I'm different. I won't treat you like that. You deserve so much better. You're a princess and you should be treated like one." Princess. You remember that pet name, don't you, Essy. I told you. I told you. Run Essy, run away. I cringed at the compliment and my eyes stung. Trace looked at me funny. "You... Okay?"

I shook my head standing. "I - I shouldn't have come. I shouldn't have done this. I'm sorry, Trace. It's not you, really. I really like you, I really do, and I've never met someone as sweet and encouraging as you. But I can't do it. It's all my fault everything's happened. My rebelliousness and need to be different from my parents, to be out of their grip. Please forgive me." I felt a tear run down my cheek and I quickly swiped it away and turned to run.

His gentle hand caught my wrist and turned me around. I turned and found tears had started to stream down my face. His eyes only reflected shame and hurt. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, please. We don't need to talk right now. Please, don't go, let's - Let's just go to dinner? I know a nice noodle shop around the corner in Chinatown." I had started to wipe my tears when he said we were going to the noodle shop. Suddenly, laughs came out and I burst into a fit of giggles. I covered my mouth, knowing if I wasn't laughing, I'd be sobbing.

"That's - That's my grand - grandfather's sh-shop." I said through giggles. Trace looked surprised and got up from the swing, still holding my hand. I took a few deep breaths over and over and finally calmed down, making sure my face was tear-free and the make-up wasn't smudged all over my face in the reflection of my phone. I took a last breath before explaining myself. "That's my grandfather's shop. If you mind, I know another place we can go, my parents aren't exactly... Approving." Trace smirked and nodded.

"Of course! That's really cool, though, I didn't know your grandfather owned that place. Is that where you work?" I nodded and took his hand again as I lead him down the street a little to a nice little Italian place where my cousins worked. They knew my situation, as they were pretty much like my best friends and I told them everything. They were delightful identical twins with almost matching personalities. It was quite hilarious to watch them with other people, too.

Once they saw us walk in, they greeted me with huge hugs and seated me and Trace in a small secluded booth. Trace looked at me funny when they were out of sight. I giggled. "Those are my cousins, Lee and Rea. Yes, I have a lot of connections in the restaurants surrounding Chinatown; mostly because of my grandfather." He nodded, accepting my answer. I smiled and looked down at the menu, already knowing what I wanted. A simple caesar salad and water. I looked up and my smile instantly faded. I scooted into the booth, as close to the wall as I could and hid behind the menu.

Who knew tonight would be the night my parents decided to go on a date. Luckily, Rae and Lee were able to catch them before another waiter and they quickly sat them as far away from us as possible. We were out of sight and our booth wasn't remotely near the restrooms, so we couldn't see each other on the way to the bathroom, either.

I sighed and looked at Trace, smiling half-heartedly. He turned to look at what had caught my eye, by my parents were already seated.

"My parents are here. Nothing to worry about, Lee and Rae know what they're doing." I said, setting down the menu.

He nodded. "Is it me? That you're hiding from them?"

"No, no. It's me. They're really strict and don't let me go on dates or anywhere with guys that aren't family members. They think I'm with a friend right now." He smiled, understanding me. I played with my hands, nervous. I'll bet he thinks you're just ashamed of him. He thinks you're a liar. He knows you're not telling him everything. But you can't tell him everything, no, otherwise he'd leave you. You don't want that, do you? No. No, princess. I felt like I was punched in the gut when the voice in my head went from my voice to my last boyfriend's voice, hissing his name for me.



He tainted me. He was the one who sent me over the edge. He's the one who caused my downfall.



I'm his Princess.

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Essy's Point of View.



We talked for a while. This boy was hilarious. I felt that I could tell him everything, every piece of my sucky life. But, I didn't. I couldn't betray myself like that. No one but Lee, Rae, and Shay were to know of my secret, and I'll try my hardest to keep it that way.

I laughed more tonight than I have in a long time, even with Shay. It's been a huge breath of fresh air and I'm certainly glad I didn't listen to the little voice when I decided to come or not. Our hands lay on the table, our fingers intertwined. My thumb ran over his and we shared a smile. Oh, his smile. It was so wonderful and happy. It filled me with ecstasy and I was addicted. After dinner he insisted on some dessert, so we decided on sharing a small piece of Cheesecake. And, by sharing, I mean, I only had two bites before I forced myself to stop. I pretended to be full and excused myself to the restroom. Trace said he'd get the bill while I was gone, so I would just meet him at the front.

Unfortunately, I'd forgotten completely about my parents. I was on my way, just passing the front desk before they saw me. They called out to me and I nearly screamed, my body instantly starting to shake and get heated.

"Essy, what are you doing here? I thought you were out with Shay?" My father asked, eyeing my dress and the fact that I had curled inward and was shivering noticeably.

"I - I uh... I was only picking up some stuff from Lee and Rae. We were in the neighborhood." I lied, hoping beyond hope they'd just except it and move on. But that plan was quickly botched.

"You smell like perfume. You're dressed really fancy and you have your hair done up. You never have it curled like this. Who were you with, really, Essy?" My mother retorted, her usually warm, cheerful tone was emotionless and harsh. I wanted to turn and run, but where would I go?

I turned to see if anyone was looking, more so just to not look into their faces. "I - I uh..."

"Essy, if you lie to us one more time, you'll be grounded for a week. Tell us the truth." My father growled, his eyes turning angry and sharp. I gulped and shook more.

"Okay, okay. I'm on a date right now. I had to tell you I was at Shay's then I snuck out and put on perfume, okay? Are you happy now?" The words stung my throat and my mouth went dry. Their faces reflected only surprise, anger, and �" shocker - disappointment. I sighed and tugged at my ponytail nervously. I hoped they'd understand, that maybe for once they'd be willing to let me do my own thing. Sure, I was 18, but as long as I still lived with them and went to school, I had to follow their cruel rules.

Again, my wishes were crushed, dreams thrown out the window.

"We’re going home this instant, young woman. I can't believe you'd go behind our backs like this. You live under our roof, you need to obey our rules if you want a home. Or, you could go around with guys and be homeless, maybe you'll get a better pay from that. Nobody wants a prostitute for a daughter." This was why I kept everything on the down low. Father's words stung like a knife to the heart. I honestly didn't think he'd be so mean, so unforgiving. He was supposed to protect me, not call me names and control my life. That wasn't protection, that's selfish and manipulative. Tears formed in my eyes and I backed away from them, my mother trying to grab a hold of me.

"I can't believe you two. Maybe I don't want to live with you. I've finally found a guy who doesn't play me like a game and makes me feel beautiful and secure and happy. You don't even give a s**t! You wouldn't give a s**t unless he paid you a hundred dollars because that's all I'm worth to you. So yeah, I'll go home now, but I'll be packing my things and moving out of that s****y place. Away from everything and away from you. I hope your date was wonderful because I never want to see your worthless faces ever again!" The rage built up in me and I was screaming at them, unable to control myself. Soon, the whole restaurant was staring, even Trace, who had been watching from the entrance where he had been waiting to take me home. A hard hand collided with my tear-dampened face. I screamed in pain and held my reddened face, barely making out my mother's own tear-stained cheeks and my father's bright red face. They were livid with me and I knew I'd struck home. But I didn't care; I meant every word.

I stumbled away and regained my composure, sending them a serious death glare before following Trace out to the street. We started walking back towards the noodle shop and my house. I rubbed my sore cheek and sniffled every now and then, holding tightly to Trace's waist, not wanting to leave his comforting embrace. He sighed and wrapped his free arm around me, his other arm was holding onto the leftovers from our dinner and dessert. I put on a weak smile and looked up at him; he returned the gaze sympathetically.

"Sorry about that. I just, really don't like their rules." He squeezed my waist softly.

"No, no. I get it. They're controlling and manipulative. Don't worry about it, okay?" He paused and took a breath before asking, "Did you really mean what you said in there, about me?" I felt a blush rise to my cheeks and I nodded shyly. He beamed and looked up ahead. "Well, I'm glad I could change your mind about the male population. Or, at least, some of it." Another pause. "Look, I don't want to sound creepy or anything, but if you need a place to stay, you're always welcome at my place. I'm sure Stacy wouldn't mind another female around the house for a few days." We had just reached the fire escape that went directly into my bedroom. I thought for a second and shrugged.

"I don't think one night would hurt, but I think I might stay with Shay for a while, just so I can figure things out." He nodded and smiled, looking up into the many levels of metal stairs. "You should come up, we can talk while I pack my things." I tugged his sleeve and we made our way up the ladders of stairs and into the fourth story apartment into my room. He looked around in awe, I had hundreds of photos on the wall above my bed of Shay and I, sometimes with Rae and Lee, or one or the other, or just one of them, just me, puppies, kittens, horses, cute guys, and everything in between.

"You don't take your photography lightly, do you?" He laughed. I smiled and pulled a couple suitcases from my closet. We traveled to China every now and then to visit family, so I'd been given these for a Christmas present one year. Thank. God.

As quickly as I could, I pulled down the pictures with care, making sure nothing was torn and placed all the photos and knick-knacks in a box. I placed that in the suitcase and then got to work on my clothes. I filled the one suitcase and half of the one with the box in it with only clothes. I then threw in all the shoes, accessories, and everything else I could before deciding to bring everything else in my largest purse. I huffed and collapsed on my stripped bed before looking over at Trace, who was busy texting away on his phone next to me. I rolled on my side and peered up at him.

"What'cha doin'?" I asked, smiling. He smiled down at me and stood up.

"I was asking Stacy to pick us up, I only walked here, so instead of dragging these 30 minutes, she might as well just come get us. Dad would've obliged, but he's busy at work right now." I nodded and he helped me roll the luggage through the apartment, down the elevator, and through the restaurant. Where, to my luck, my mother and father - if I even dare call them that anymore - stood arguing with my grandfather. Everyone looked up from their plates and conversations to look at me. It wasn't closing time or even close, so there were still people eating dinner, watching me storm out the door, backed by shouts from my parents, asking me to stay and discuss. No way. No. Freaking. Way. In. Hell. Was I staying for even a second longer. I hated them, I've hated them since I was old enough to hate them.

Luckily, Stacy had just pulled up, getting out to help me throw the bags in the trunk and wrap me in a bear hug. It was warm and inviting. Much unlike my parents. I smiled and got in. I sat in the back, tracing invisible shapes into the window, staring off into space.

My attention was caught when Stacy piped up, laughing to herself, "You know, Trace, when I said she could come over earlier, moving in was not what I meant." She joked, throwing me a wink through the rear-view mirror. I laughed and smiled at Trace, who looked at me, then blushed, turning to face forward again.

"I didn't either, but now I guess you'll have to deal with it." He laughed, reaching back to endearingly grab my hand. I smiled and continued my gaze out the window, only to come out of it again when I realized we were in his neighborhood, and damn, was it different from Chinatown.

Large homes, probably worth millions surrounded us. I had no idea he was this rich. I mean, his style had some pretty expensive brands, but seriously? This made him look modest, and let's not even get started on my own style. He laughed at my gape as we pulled into his house. It was a smaller unit, but by smaller, it probably only had one whole bathroom missing compared to the next one. He took my hand and one suitcase while I got the large purse and Stacy grabbed my other bag. "Welcome to my home." He said gently, walking me inside and up to my new room, at least, for the time being. I was surprised when it was already decorated for a girl, rope lights, a chalk-board wall and everything. I was immediately filled with happiness and couldn't believe it was happening to me. I hugged Trace tightly, thanking him over and over.

"I forgot to say I have a sister. She's away at college and everything, but we kept her room the same while she's gone.  Besides, we have other guest rooms." He said, looking around the room, smiling to himself. Rooms? This house is huge! Our apartment at home has two rooms, one bathroom, and my parents sleep in the living room. This is crazy.

"Well tell your sister she's amazing." I said dreamily, still in a state of euphoria. I set my suitcases to the side and pulled out my pajamas from one, after doing some digging around for them. I shooed everyone out and quickly got changed into my favorite and most special pajamas: sock monkey footie pajamas Shay gave me for my birthday a few months ago. I'd been wanting them for several years and she saved up just for me. I let my hair fall, placing a bright red beanie over the curls, and took out my contacts which I only wore on outings with the girls, or, in this case, dates. I pulled on my over-sized glasses and scrunched my nose in the mirror, taking a picture.

Sometimes. Sometimes, I just felt adorable enough to take a picture and save it for another time. Call me narcissistic, but hey, every girl has her day, right? I sent it to Shay, like I always did with my cute pictures.

Essy - "Found myself living in a new place. I'll call you later, tell you all about this first date~"

Shay - "GUUUUUUUUUURRLLLLLLLLL You better or Imma find you and whoop yo a*s for ignoring me for some dude. Love Ya, Talk later! <3"

Annnd, that's why I love her.

I walked out and ran downstairs, into the living room where I just happened to find Trace. He laughed at me and stood up. "I guess I should give you a tour, huh?" I nodded, looking around the huge foyer that reached all the way up to the top floor, or three stories. I felt like an ant in a doll house.



Was this really happening?

 

Trace's Point of View.



So, I guess I really did change her mind. She's stayed with me this long. It's been three months since Essy left her parents' house and stayed with me. It turned out that Shay was moving a little closer to town, so after a month of moving, Essy moved in with her. I must say I was a bit bummed when she moved out; it was so refreshing to have another kid in the house, especially my girlfriend.

That's right. Girlfriend. She decided that we could make it official that first night. I'm glad she did, too, I mean, she's everything I hoped for, a friend, a lover, a bodyguard, and a princess. We looked out for each other and told each other everything.

Well, almost.

I just have this feeling she's hiding something from me. Something serious and dangerous to her. I mean, Shay said she had a disease, but I couldn't figure it out. Essy never talked about it and when I brought it up, she shrugged it off saying it was nothing and I needn't worry about it.

Bull. I care for her and if she's going to keep something so huge from me, how can I trust her?

My best friend, Hugh, has also taken a fancy to Shay. He's the one from the pier when we first met Shay and Essy, and ever since he's been trying to get to her. He still doesn't have the guts, but maybe tonight will change that. We were meeting him later, after all.


I had just gotten out of the shower, pulled my clothes on, and ruffled my short hair into place. Shay, Essy, Hugh and I were going bowling tonight at a little place down the road and I was meeting them in about a half hour. I ran downstairs just in time to see Stacy and my dad... well, kissing. But they broke apart as soon as I stepped into the room.  Stacy blushed and turned back to her cooking, I guess she was making homemade pizza tonight. I chuckled and grabbed my phone, wallet, and car keys off the counter.

"Don't mind me, just getting my stuff." I said, walking out of the room. Checking my messages, I texted Essy.

Trace - "Hey Es, I'm leaving my house a bit early, so I'll be there in a few!"

Essy - "Sounds good, we're just finishing up, come inside when you get here <3"

Trace - "Okay, will do! :) <3"

I said my goodbyes to Stacy and Dad, with a "Tell Jenn I said hello!" from Stacy. Jenn, or Jennifer, was Shay's mom.

I hopped into the black Audi TT my dad and I shared. He worked from home and barely used it, but it was still technically his. Immediately the beat of ‘Starlight’ by Muse filled the cabin and I smiled, singing along, glad no one could hear me.


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I arrived at Shay's at 6:10, our set time was 6:30, so I shut off the car and walked to the door, knocking twice before opening it. 

Shay's mother greeted me from the kitchen that was connected to the foyer. It was small, compared to my house, so, normal sized, I guess. She waved at and the sweet smell of spaghetti filled my nose. I walked to the kitchen and gave her a side-hug. Because Essy pretty much disowned her parents, Shay's mother has taken the responsibility and we've grown close, like our two families are really just one messed up group.

"Stacy says hello, and this smells absolutely fantastic." I said, grinning down at her. She beamed back at me.

"Why thank you! Hello Stacy!" She yelled out the last part, as if trying to talk to Stacy from my house. I laughed and hugged her tighter before letting go. She giggled and pointed down the hall. "The girls are watching TV in the den, dear." I nodded and thanked her, following the familiar hallway to the den where the two dorkiest girls I know sat upside-down on the couch watching the Big Bang Theory, laughing. I silently stalked over to them, as they were facing away from me, and I flipped their feet over, making them do a reverse-somersault over the edge of the couch onto the floor in a heap of limbs. They yelled at me and tried to look peeved, however, they were laughing too hard and it just made them look constipated.

I laughed really hard and helped them up. Then, I laughed harder when I realized, we were all wearing the same colors. I had a blue shirt and jeans with my black jacket; Essy had a blue t-shirt with fish all over it with her skinny jeans and a black beanie, then Shay had a black shirt with blue letters the read, "Free Hugs" and then she was in jeans. "We - we're matching!" I said through laughs, pointing at all of our shirts.

Essy put her hands on her hips and held her head high, a huge victorious smile on her face. "We totally planned this!" She said sarcastically and threw her hands into the air. Shay giggled and plopped back of the couch, right-side up. I joined her and Essy cuddled into my side, but not before poking Shay's cheek and hiding behind me, pointing at me when Shay glared at her.

I held up my hands innocently, but Shay frowned and started poking me, then Essy. "I don't care who did it. No poking Shay's face!" She declared.

Jenn's voice came from the kitchen. "Ladies! Trace! Dinner's ready when you are! If you want it hot, come get it now!" We raced into the next room and quickly got plates with heaps of noodles and sauce. Well, all but Essy, who got a lot, but only about half as much as Shay and I. She scowled at the food when she sat down at the table for a split second, but I caught it with the corner of my eye and I gave her a worried look.

"Essy, is everything okay? You looked at your food like it's going to bite you." She looked at Shay, then at me. A glimmer of worry in her eye.

"No, just forgot Parm." She said, grabbing the Parmesan cheese from Shay. Shay gave her a 'watch yourself' look I assumed she tried to hide from me. I frowned, furrowing my brows.

"Do... Do you not like eating, Es?" I asked, looking from my food to her. The worry sparkled brighter in her eye.

"Uh... What do you mean?" She asked, her voice trembling slightly. She played with the noodles with her fork nervously, biting her lip.

I sighed, looking at Shay, who was biting her lip as well, looking from me to Essy and back. "Look, I know something's wrong, you don't eat much and when you do, you look like you're about to be sick. I just want to know what's wrong, just concerned." I gave her a small smile, our hands tangled on the table.

She shrugged. Essy shot a look to Shay, as if asking for permission. Shay promptly shrugged and started eating, not wanting to have anything to do with this. "I - I uh..." She squeezed my hand and looked at me directly, her gaze turning sad and serious. "I have bulimia, Trace. That's why I disappear after my meals or take so long getting ready after breakfast and dinner... I just... I dunno. It's gotten better, that's why I haven't told you, I thought you wouldn't notice and if I was getting better, than I didn't need to tell you. You understand, right?" It stung. It really did. My gaze fell to the spaghetti getting colder on my plate, then at our hands. Her grip was tight, not too tight, but her knuckles were white and she was pleading.

"I'm sorry, Essy. When were you diagnosed? Why couldn't you just tell me before? Maybe I could've helped you get better faster."

She shook her head. “I was 7 when I was sent to the hospital for the first time. That's when they diagnosed me. You see, Trace, you were the reason I'm getting better. Ever since I met you, I've felt so much better about myself, about how I look, how I act, how I am. You've made me see the brighter side of life and soon, I'll be over this mental state and I won't need to worry about food or getting skinnier. In fact, I've actually gained weight, put some meat on my bones." She laughed, smiling at me even though her eyes were blurred with tears. A few broke the barrier and fell down her cheeks.

I squeezed her hand and grinned, wiping her tears. "Amazing. You're so strong Essy, I'm glad you're getting better, especially if I'm the reason why. That's great." I looked at Shay, who was tearing up as well. "You guys are amazing. Thanks for running into me at the dock. I'm not sure what I would've done." I turned back to Essy. "And Es, thanks for not running away from me at the restaurant that first day. Or denying me your phone number. Now, eat, we gotta go bowling at some point."

She nodded. "Thank you, Trace. And I'm glad I didn't listen to my instinct, I would've dashed at your sight. Thank you, Shay, for setting up the trip!" She laughed, poking Shay's nose. Shay scrunched her nose and we all laughed, digging into the delicious food.

Oh, how I've landed myself in the most amazing place, I don't know exactly. But, I'm sure glad I did.


Here's to not burning bridges.


The End~

Author's Note

How's my grammar?
Plotline issues/questions?
Thanks!! xKaela