Chapter 24 - My Best FriendA Chapter by emmaI pretended to be asleep at
first, but before long she just opened the door and walked in on me lying on
the couch, my eyes wide open. Huh. Guess I hadn’t locked the door . . . oops.
Skye looked really pretty. Her golden hair was tied in a loose bun, and a few
strands of hair had fallen out. Her lips were coated heavily in shining
lip-gloss, and her eyes were framed with mascara and eyeliner. Her shirt was
frilly and had sparkly beads around the collar, and her skin-tight jeans hugged
her legs perfectly. I was so jealous. I knew I looked bad. I’d slept on the
couch, fighting the urge to roll over and kill myself. I probably had vomit on
my clothes, if I was unlucky. Skye stood beside the couch,
her hands on her hips, poised to begin yelling. “Hi, Skye,” I said weakly. She opened her mouth to say
something, when she jerked. She plugged her nose. “Drey, have you been drinking?” Tears rolled onto my cheeks
before I had the chance to stop them. “I . . . I just tried it.” Skye leaned down and hugged
me tight. She began crying, too, and just held me for about five minutes. Then
I sat up and we leaned into each other, the way best friends do. “Skye,” I sniffled. “What
did Chase tell you?” She squeezed her eyes shut.
“You guys kissed?” I could tell she was straining not to cry more because her
voice was really, really high. She always did that when she was struggling with
something. “I’m so sorry, Skye, I
promise I’ll never do it again.” I needed to her to be my friend right now more
than ever. She nodded. “I know . . .
but how could you?” “He kissed me.” She nodded again. “I know.” I hugged her closer. “Skye,
please don’t hate me.” A sob escaped her lips. “I
don’t hate you. I hate myself, for losing the only boy I’ve ever really
wanted.” I don’t know how much time
we just sat there on my couch, crying and hugging. But the whole ordeal made my
forget about my hangover, and by the time I remembered I was supposed to be in
pain, I wasn’t. “Skye, why aren’t you mad?”
I asked when we were both done crying. “I don’t know. I was. But I
guess seeing you helpless and hungover made me realize you’re my best friend,
and I needed to put away my stupid feelings for yours.” I choked on my reply, “You
are the best friend ever.” She smiled. “I know.” “So what about Chase?” I
asked. She sighed. “I guess I’m
just going to pretend he ever told me anything. I think that’s the best way to
go.” I squeezed her hand. “Good
job, Skye.” “Thanks.” When Skye left, I threw away
the bottle that once held alcohol. I swore to myself I’d never take another
sip. Ever. I cleaned up the entire downstairs area, because there were lots of
puddles of vomit everywhere. I couldn’t let my grandma know I’d been drinking .
. . she’d kill me. I cleaned up any evidence of my night of shame and then
decided to take a nap. Exciting, I know. When I heard the door
unlock, I rushed to meet my grandma. “Hi, Grandma!” I said
cheerfully, trying to make it seem like I hadn’t been drunk twelve hours ago. She hugged me. “Hi, Andrea.”
“How’s mom?” I asked. My grandmother sighed.
“She’s alright. She’s still bitter she was sent away . . . but she’s apparently
responding to the treatment.” “That’s good news.” She nodded. “Yes, I think
so.” An unusual awkward silence
settled between us. I rocked back on my heels, desperate for her to say
something, but she never did. She just stared at me, as if she knew I’d tried
the horrid liquid that had ruined my mother. And maybe she did. She always had
had good intuition. Someone knocked on the door.
I rushed to it, and my heart sped up when I saw who it was. Nate. His hair was
clinging to his face, and he was breathing heavily. His eyes were wide and
scared. “Nate?” “Andrea, I need to talk to
you.” He grabbed my hand and
pulled me outside, yanking the door behind me. “What’s going on?” I asked. He ran a shaky hand through
his hair and sighed nervously. “I . . . I got possessed today.” Oh. Flashbacks of my first
time rush back. I hadn’t understood what anything meant, but I had been scared.
That awful pull when the possession was starting and ending was scarring. It
was the worst part. I shivered. Nate looked shaken, and I sympathized with him.
I noticed our hands were still joined. “Are you okay?” I asked. He looked at me, hidden fear
in his eyes. “Not really.” “What’s your favourite thing
to do?” “I don’t know . . . eat?” Typical. “Where’d your
favourite place to eat?” “Uh, any fast food place.” I sighed. “Okay, well we’ll
go to the nearest one.” “What? Why?” “It’ll make you feel better.
That’s normally what I do after a possession.” “Eat fast food?” Smart-a*s. “No, do my favourite thing.
And since eating fast food is your favourite thing to do, we shall do that.” His eyes lit up. “Really?” “Why not?” I didn’t give him a chance
to reply and opened the door again. “Grandma, I’m going out, okay?” I yelled. She was standing just around
the corner, I suppose, and grabbed me. She pulled me inside the house, and shut
the door behind me. Much like Nate did. “Who’s that boy?” she asked,
clearly excited. “A friend,” I said
neutrally. “Where are you going?” “Out.” She made a disgusted noise
in the back of her throat, one that said “I can’t believe you won’t tell me!” “Well, be home before dark.”
“I will.” “And be safe.” “Grandma, I will.” “Use protection.” “Grandma!” She laughed to herself, and
I knew I was blushing. I grabbed my purse from the hook near the door and
stomped back outside. Nate was waiting for me, a huge grin plastered on his
face. I hoped to God he hadn’t heard any of what was said between my grandma
and I. © 2011 emmaAuthor's Note
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Added on December 16, 2011Last Updated on December 16, 2011 AuthoremmaCanadaAbouti'm emma and i watch a lot of TV and movies and read a lot of books and come talk to me about that i would love to talk with you also: i write things every once and a while more..Writing
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