Trust Me. I'm Lying - (SLOWLY EDITING)

Two Can Keep A Secret: Chapter 24

"In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit."

—Albert Schweitzer

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE:

Two Can Keep A Secret.

Running had always made me feel like I was on top of the world. Or under it.

I pushed my legs faster across the pavement, willing my body to catch some air, telling myself that I could make it to my destination without stopping. For a fraction of a second, as I was out of breath when my throat felt like sandpaper and my heart about to burst, I stopped to consider I should have taken Erick's advice and used his car.

But screw it. It was a beautiful day out and the sun was shining and it smelled like spring in the air. I had been so full of energy the past few days that I felt that if I stayed in my room one more hour I might just combust.

I skidded to a halt for half a millisecond when I rounded the corner to Christina's house. I took off again.

When I reached the front door I pushed it open, out of breath, and took up the stairs, meeting a bewildered Mrs. Davids on the way up to Chris' room. I greeted her and kept going.

I had woken up to a text from Chris this morning. And since texting meant she was probably back in civilization from her trip with Aiden, I put on some clothes, ate a granola bar, and told my brother and Mom Chris was back. Then I was off.

When I more or less tackled down the door to her room, I grinned. There she was, unpacking her things with her back turned to me. I also practically tackled her with a hug.

"Chris!" I yelled in her ear, my grin stretching as I hugged her by the back, already bouncing in my place.

"I seriously think my parents should just give you keys to the front door," she giggled and turned around, pushing her hair out of her face.The tip of her nose was bright red, probably from sunbathing, plus some of the skin on her cheeks had already started peeling off.

"I have so much to tell you," I exclaimed, sitting down on her bed and therefore sitting on her pile of dirty clothing.

Chris looked up from her suitcase and gave me a skeptic look, raising her eyebrows. "Bells, you're practically bouncing up and down. If you're going to tell me your dearest new boyfriend asked you out then it is quite obvious—"

I scoffed, smiling as she kept searching for something. "Don't you know how to ruin a surprise."

I was suddenly hit in the face with an article of clothing I'd rather not mention. I screamed and slid from the bed, landing on the floor at the same time Christina said, "Are you kidding me? He finally got the balls to ask you out? For real?" Chris threatened me with a lonely sock, which brought to me mind the image of Sam, from iCarly and her butter sock.

I gave her a bland look. "No, Christina. I'm not for real. He didn't ask me out, nor did he asked me to be his girlfriend nor did he kiss me—"

A smirk broke into her features. I felt the same thing I had been experiencing these past few days, the same contained happiness that made me smile as I ate my cereal. I beamed widely. Chris took a tentative step forward. "You're... not kidding right?"

"I've waited almost eighteen years to deliver this news, Chris," I replied slowly, still grinning like an idiot. "Why would I kid about them now?"

"Did that idiot have to wait for me to be in the middle of nowhere for him to—" she paused and took a deep breath. She retrieved the sock that had bounced on the floor, and sat back on her bed, placing the lonely sock on her lap. "Explain."