LOL, Bitch Thinks Im Good(On Hold)

Chapter Nine: A Familiar One

After the little peck Ryan gave me on my forehead, I ran towards my room where I found a sad little Lyla crouched in the corner of our room. She had her head in her crossed legs, hugging her body while shaking a bit. I knew something had happened, but I didn’t dare to ask what. I knew Lyla was probably not so fond of me anymore. Since after all, I’m quite a bitch. I walked in slowly without making a lot of fuss. I closed the door after me and went to my own bed where I sat down and watched Lyla silently cry.

Yeah, I wanted to comfort her, but I wanted space. She probably hated me. I wouldn’t want comforting words or a hug from one I hate.

So I just sat there, trying to convince myself that this was my way of showing her that I cared. For who knows how long, we sat like that. Lyla crying, me watching.

And then, I sneezed.

“What,” Lyla snapped her head up and looked at me surprised with bloodshot eyes. She raised her eyebrow. “How long have you been there?”

“For a while.” I hoarsely said, my voice sounded so very unused.

Lyla nodded and lied her head back down. “So, you’ve just been sitting there watching me cry like a baby?”

I smiled sadly and nodded. Then I remembered that she couldn’t possibly see me nod with her head down like that. “Yeah.”

“Huh,” Lyla chuckled, but then the little laugh faded in a very sad way. Her shoulders slumped, her head raised. She breathed in hard, and let out just as hard. She shook her head in an exhausting way.

“Could you do me a favor?” Lyla asked I could hear she was seconds away from having a breakdown and cry like hell.

“Yes.” I answered and went down on my knees so I was close enough for her reach. Then I sat down, laid my back at the wall and stretched out my legs on the ground.

“Could you,” Lyla hesitated.

“I’d do anything, just name it.” I encouraged her with a smile in my voice.

Lyla tilted her head to her left shoulder and looked at me with tears running down her beautiful skin. She smiled at me, but looked down at the ground.

I waited.

“Could you hug me?” she finally said.

I smiled.

“Of course.”

With my right arm, I pushed her closer to me. She suddenly leaned down at my legs. I brushed her soak wet hair away from her crying face. I heard her sob like crazy, but I continued brushing her hair. Maybe it wasn’t a hug, but at least I showed her I was there for her.

“You know you can trust me, right?” I grabbed softly her hand, and simply just held it.

“Yeah,” Lyla chuckled. “Even though you’re a complete bitch.”

“Yeah, even though I’m like that.”

We both laughed at that for two seconds before falling back to the sad moment we had before.

Lyla turned around so her back was on my legs, and her face staring up at me.

“Could you be my sister?” she asked and furrowed her brows. “I’ve never had a sister.”

I laughed at her silly question.

“I think we already are.” I bit my lip with a smile. “You’re my sister Lyla, no matter what happens. Even though we just met.”

“And you’re my sister too.”

I smiled at her nodding and squeezed her soft little hand that felt so small in compare to mine.