CHAPTER THREE. When You Need A Friend.
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Later that morning. I was still running low on sleep because I was so freaked out about the closet thing, not even Lucas could save me.
Dad went grocery shopping with Claire, who I caught sneaking out when I ran to Lucas’ room with my tail between my legs. Claire and I shared extremely quick, extremely awkward greetings as we when on our way.
Lucas is probably drooling on his pillow, dreaming about marrying Taraji P. Henson and having a bucket load of puppies. Me on the other hand, I’m chilling out with Becca in my room drinking hot chocolate I told her about the lights in the del Rossi house and she told me that she saw a man shoveling the yard earlier this morning. We both came to the conclusion that the del Rossis are probably moving back in. We also took turns describing how we thought the del Rossis would looked like.
She described them as Italian, tall, sexy accents and gorgeous everything. I described them as all so Italian, a least one of them is short, amazing cooks and sexy accents.
One way or the other Becca ended up filling me in about all the latest gossip at New Haven High, the perks of being Vice Student Body President and she gave me the heads up about Marty Greenberg being the principal. I was thankful for the information she gave because now I won’t have any sort of surprises on Monday. I hate surprises. Surprises are the bane of my existence.
I have to admit I liked Becca because she not annoyingly chatty or unbearably nice. She’s just right and hilarious.” So...do you have a boyfriend.” She asked. I gave her a questionable look. She blushed.” I’m just curious...I mean I told you a lot about me a—“
“Yeah—I use to have a boyfriend.” I confessed. She sat in front of me in the window seat. She cupped her cheek, her eyes begging me for more details. I chuckled.
“What was his name?”
“Ricardo or Ricky for short.” I replied.
“Ooh!” She exclaimed.” He already sounds hot. Why did you guys break up?” I looked down at the orange cushion on my lap and smiled sadly at it.
“M-my mom died.”
She gasped.” I’m so sorry.” She said. She gives my hands a small squeeze.
I shook my head.” Don’t be...I’m over it.” I lied. I sniffed and rubbed my eyes.” What about you? Do you have a boyfriend.”
She give me a skeptical look.” I don’t think you are...I mean when my aunt died. It took me a long time to feel like myself again. I know it hurts and it’s going to hurt the more you keep all that hurt and frustration bottled up inside of you.” I looked out of the window and chewed on my lip.
“If I open myself up...its going be like opening an old wound.” I muttered.
“But it’ll help it to heal better.” She said, assuringly.” It helps to talk to someone.” I shook me head.” Misery likes company, right?” I chuckled.
“No thanks.”
“Burdens are best carried together.” She said. I closed my eyes and sighed.
“If I tell...you have to promise me we will never have still conversation ever again.” I opened my eyes when I felt her hook our pinkies.
“I promised.” I told her everything and it was like a weight had lifted off my shoulders. She me about her aunt that died in a hit and run a several months ago. When she told me that I viewed her in a completely different light. We both wiped our faces. I hugged her. She hugged me back.
“Thank you.”
“Your welcome.” She said, softly. We pulled away.” I can tell we’re going to be best friends.”
I laughed.” Me too.” She smiled.
“Oh and in my lifetime I’ve had one only boyfriend.”
“And who is that?” I asked, hugging my knees to my chest.
She looked out the window, loss in her thoughts.” Percy Eastwood.” She confessed,” He may be rough around the edge but he’ll really sweet, funny and just....a really amazing guy.”
“If he’s so amazing, what happened?”
She chewed on her lip.” His mother and my mother don’t like each other...like at all! Something to do with mom marrying dad....anyway....My mom is ok with the whole thing but his mother...yesh...she hated the whole idea and forbid us from seeing each other,” she sighed,” she says I’m like the offspring of the devil’s mistress and some other bull—“
“Language.”
“Sorry....bs.” She emphasizes.” It sucks but we manage to see each other occasionally but nothing serious. He does his thing and I do mine.” She shrugged.
I gave her shoulder a small squeeze.” Do you miss him?”
“Sometimes. You know...it feels nice have someone to open up to.”
“Don’t you have other friends?” I asked.
“Their a difference between people I associate with and friends. The girls at New Haven High, I associate with....most of the time but the only people I’ve ever really opened up would be my best friend, Mika, who you’ll meet very soon and beware he’s a huge flirt but he means well. Percy then there’s you.” She confessed.
“Aww...You have me feel all special and all.” We both laughed. I got out of the window seat and stretched.” So do you care to join me in indulging in some good ole chocolate ice cream, Ms. Beaufort.”
“Hel—“
“Language.” I sighed.
“Sorry. I would love to, Ms. Harper.” We got up and hooked our arms. As we approach the door, Lucas was just passing by. He was wearing nothing but his favorite bright orange boxers. His hair was in two braids. He smiles at us.
“Morning.” He says, sheepishly.”
“It’s almost one pm!” I informed.
He shrugs.” It’s still morning to me.” He flashes Becca a half smile before heading downstairs.
When he disappeared Becca released a harsh breath. I give her a question look.” I’m sorry he’s just so hot—“ I gagged.”—what? He is!” She protested.
“If you think a guy who only wash his sock once very five months is hot...well...you too are made for each other.”
“Really?” She asked, hopefully. I gagged again.
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