Chapter 21 [Aimee]

Dear Skye,
I love you so much.
No…
I can hear thunder crash outside my room.
Dear Skye, I’m so, so sorry.
No, that’s not right…
Knock Knock. Someone’s at my door. Great, now I have to get up. I stand up, straighten out my gray pajama pants, and walk to the door. Before I open the door, I quickly take off the towel turban around my newly pink hair. Then, I open the door. 
It’s Charlotte, and her mascara. I say mascara because this dumb girl has mascara that’s running down her cheeks, and she looks ridiculous. I shouldn’t call one of my best friends dumb, but lets face it, she is. Isn’t she?
“I hate them so much!” She says, and hugs me. F**k, way to get my clothes so f*****g wet.
“Who?” I say, not interested in the slightest bit. She releases me from her almost fatal death trap, of the most suffocating hug I’ve ever had. 
“I need to sit down.” She says. I ask her to change out of her wet clothes. She says okay. As she walks into my room to change, her wet hair slaps me in the face. But that seems to be okay with HER because she doesn’t apologize or anything. I try to get back to my letter. 
Dear Skye…
Dear Skye…
“Alright.” Charlotte says, returning into my living room, in a pair of my silky pajamas. Cool, go ahead and help yourself to my most expensive things Charlotte.
She sits down next to me on my old, uncomfortable couch. 
“So tell me everything that happened.” I say. 
Though sometimes Charlotte bugs the Heavens out of me, I do love her. Coincidently, we both came to Hell on the same day. I remember Keith telling me all about my TV, and everything, and I wandered about the place. Hot, red, crowded, Hell. A couple stood out to me, a young couple. The girl looked so young and scared, and so did the boy, but you could tell he was trying not to show it. They intimidated me off the bat, because they both looked like models, and I looked like, well, me. Someone knocked into the girl, knocking her to the ground. I later found out this happens a lot. She’s clumsy as a b***h. Are b*****s clumsy? Anyways, I saw this as my opportunity to meet them. I kinda thought the girl was insanely gorgeous. And I kinda had a major crush on her. So I reached out my hand, and helped her to her feet. And their names were Charlotte and Kale. That’s how it started. Kale was infatuated with me. He said, and I quote, that “Despite the stupid hair, that you’re trying too hard with, I can actually take you seriously.” I knew how mad Charlotte would be when I danced with Kale at the club. Why did I do that? Risk my friendship for Kris? I just find myself liking him a lot…

“And then Kris actually accused me of being jealous! Can you believe that?” 
“No! What an a*****e!” I say. I missed most of the story.
“I just can’t believe either of them… and Kale promised he wouldn’t cheat, but he still does! I told Kris that we had an open relationship, because I was too embarrassed to tell him the truth.” 
“Well, Charlotte, um, dear,” I say. Girls call each other dear, right? “Charlotte, you can’t take Kale’s word really. You can’t be so gullible.” I say.
“I am not gullible!” She says, standing up. My couch lets out a high-pitched screech. 
I laugh a little. “Okay Charlotte, calm down. Gullible is actually written on my ceiling, you know.” I tell her.
“Oh shut up.” She says. I laugh again.
She sits back down. “I just… I just don’t know what to do, Aimee. And you’re the only one I can talk about this too.” She says. I put my arm around her, and look at her in her gorgeous, emerald eyes.
“Just think about it, look in your heart, and you’ll know.” I say. I notice her eyes slowly floating up to my ceiling. Probably to see if gullible is actually written there. I want to laugh out loud, right at her. Then her eyes come back to mine. I wipe her cheek, attempting to wipe her tears, but instead smearing mascara all over. I decide not to say anything about it. 
“You know what? You’re right. Thanks, Aimee! I love you!” She says, hugging me. I hug her back, and she leaves. Wow, that was complete bullshit. “Look into your heart and you’ll know”? That’s all she needed? Whatever, if it helped I guess!
I get back to trying to start my letter to Skye, that I will give to Kris to read to her. But how do I say what I need to say on a piece of paper? 
Dear Skye…