Getting over him.

Short story i wrote a month ago-ish?

I flicked open my mobile. I gazed down through my blurry tear filled eyes and read ‘No new messages’. Then I let out a huge sob and it began all over again. I had been working for the last half an hour to stop the tears and had finally just calmed myself down. All that work for nothing, I thought to myself. Whatever. Nothing mattered anymore. I had gone and ruined my life. Who’d have ever thought that two words could cause so much trouble? 

 

‘You’re dumped’

 

I can tell what you’re thinking; poor girl, been dumped by her cruel heartless boyfriend. I wish. No way, it’s not that simple. I dumped him. Two days ago, I went right up to him and said that I no longer loved him. Even though I did, love him. For all I know, I shall always love him, forever and ever. I am doomed. Don’t ask me why I did it. Even I haven’t worked that one out yet. My friends are saying that I was sub-consciously fed up with him, whatever that means. I think I just did it for the sake of it. Well, no. That sounds too harsh. I guess I just missed being single, being able to flirt with whoever I liked. Running around doing my own thing, not stood next to some guy for the whole of break doing nothing. It’s like they say ‘You never know what you have, until you lose it.’

 

I know what I had.

And I’ve lost it.

Lost him.

Him.

I love him.

 

Maybe he’ll take me back. Hmph. Fat chance of that happening. I know for definite that it won’t. One of my best friends, Kelsey gets her school bus with him. She asked him if he’d ever consider going out with me ever again. He said no. NO!! Not even a maybe. Just, no. Poor Kelsey felt so bad. As soon as she told me I burst into tears. But oh well, there is nothing more I can do.

 

Gazing out the window I sigh. Suddenly someone knocks at my door, startling me and causing me to knock my phone right off the bed.

“Coming.” I shout.

I slowly rose from my comfy cushiony duvet sniffing as a tear rolled down my cheek. I slowly opened the door to find Chrissy stood there her eyes filled with tears.

“Your Mum told me to come right upstairs, are you okay?” She smiled through she was obviously really upset about something.

“Spose.” I replied, “But I’m old news. What on earth has happened? Are YOU okay?”

Her piercing blue eyes sunk deep into me. “It’s Dan.”

“No!! But I thought he liked you, like, really liked you?”

“So did I. And he did, in a way. He really did like me. Just not in that way. Y’know?”

“ Yeah. I know what you mean. Awhh, Chrissy. He’ll come to. Don’t worry, he’ll soon realise he’s crazy about you. Honestly Chrissy. I can tell.”

I slumped back to my bed, Chrissy following. I snuggled under my covers, even though I was fully dressed, but I didn’t care. Chrissy lifted a cushion and held it close to her, breathing deep breaths.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.

“No. He won’t. He doesn’t like me.”

“Never know.”

“Yes I do. He told me, this morning. On msn.  He said ‘I don’t want to upset you, but I think you’re getting the wrong impression of me. We’re really good friends Chrissy. Really good friends, but I don’t feel the same way about you that you seem to feel for me.’ And I just sat gazing at the computer screen as he typed. Trying to take in what he had said, but I couldn’t. I love him. I really do.”

“Well, it really is Heartbreak Hotel here today isn’t it.” I chuckled, “You want some ice-cream?”

She grinned. “Need you ask?”

 

We returned to my room, armed with two shiny silver ice-cream scoops and a tub of Ben ‘n’ Jerry’s Phish Food. Well known for being the most effective cure for heartbreak around. Then I grabbed a DVD and shoved it into the hard drive on my computer. Chrissy picked up the DVD case.

“Mean Girls?! Whaat? We have watched this about a million times. Seriously, you have to be kidding?”

“Chrissy my dear, believe me. If Mean Girls doesn’t cheer you up, then there really is no hope.”

She let out a huge long exaggerated sigh. “Fine.”

I laughed out as the film began. She suddenly turned and looked me straight in the eye.

“What?” I asked.

“That’s the first time I’ve heard you laugh properly since it all happened.”

“I guess, I just haven’t had the strength to laugh. Or smile for that matter.”

“Yes,” she smirked sarcastically, “smiling is a most strenuous chore.”

“Indeed.” I giggled as I shoved a load of ice-cream into my mouth.

Maybe things weren’t going to be so bad after all.

Author's Note

grammar is not a strong point of mine...