Love Song

Beginning

I pressed the pillow against my face, smelling the scent of my perfume soaked into it.

I dug my fingernails into the cold cloth as well, while I heard my mom having a conversation on the phone downstairs

My mother and I had been speaking about my date for the prom. There was one last chance, meaning one last day until I got a date, but I didn't want a date. I didn't want to end up like my mom. Just remembering watching my mother cry her eyes out everyday, because my dad had an affair with her best friend Nelly.

I use to love that darn chick until she decided to do that. I couldn't stand to think about her any longer, but the only thing that was kind of making me have hope into finding a date was Harry.

I know he said that I was beautiful in Europe, but that was years ago, and things have changed. No way is King Harry going to go to prom with the commoner. He might as well bring my friend, Ezielle.

I'll hopefully just be stuck with Shirley and Tyler.

I heard a vibration to my night stand, and I shot up, making the pillow be thrown to the carpeted floor. My long dark brown hair was everywhere now, as I scrabbled for my phone in hope for a chance from Harry, but it was only Shirley.

I let out a grunt, as I brushed my hair out of my face, and grabbed for the jumping phone that almost slid off of the stand.

I tapped 'answer' on the screen, and brought the hot phone to my ear.

"Hello," I answered, as I sat down onto my leg, having my other leg hang off of the edge of the bed.

I heard sniffling on the other end of the line, and my face changed up quickly.

"Selena," I heard Shirley's voice go deep and crack as if she was crying, but I'm sure she was. A sad feeling came over me, as I had concern for her immediately. I was quickly curious of what bad news she might carry off to me through the phone.

"Shirley, what's wrong?" I asked, as I held the phone tightly and pressed it harder against my ear so I could hear her clearly.

"I know," I heard her start off, and to comfort myself in the intense situation, I rubbed at my knee as I always did, feeling the soothing relaxation coming to my body before I could jump to conclusions.

I heard a cough as she tried to clear her voice.

"I know, it's last minute, Selly," she continued, and I became confused, because I had no idea what she could possibly say.

"So...Harvard called in, and said that they wanted me to do extra credit for their opening, because I got a scholarship," she explained, and I smiled my greatest for her, hopping up off my bed in excitement.

My best friend was always the star student, and I was so happy that she could get so far in life like that. Shirley was always my inspiration, and said things I would've never thought of.

"No, Selly, please don't get so happy," I heard her interrupt my mini dance party I had jammed out in my room, and I suddenly became focused on her struggling steady words.

"This means that I have to go when the teachers finally start getting the work set up and ready for students," she told me, and I thought about how they would only have a short amount of time to do that right after seniors graduated, but then my throat was felt of pure pain. Shirley wasn't going to graduation with us. She wasn't going to stand beside me on that stage.

"I'm leaving early in the morning," she explained clearly for me, but I had already caught up on the idea.

It was all over, and I didn't realize it was going this quick.

"I'm sorry," was all she said, and then I ended the call, as the tears dripped down my face unvoluntarily. An ache came to my body as if she was gone already, but she was gonna be gone, and she wasn't going to be at school in the morning. I wouldn't have anyone to really talk to about my problems all the time.

Shirley was the only one left to know me, and it broke my heart to know she had to go. I shook my head, as I felt my face scrunch up as the pain became real after I felt a wave of numbness in my body. I dropped to my bed, and curled up into a ball. I didn't even eat dinner, and I didn't dare talk to anyone, as I fell asleep in my warm soaked comforters and pillows.

*

Warmth became heat through the night, and as I picked myself up from off of the damp pillows, I noticed my the lights in my room were shut off, and I had slept away most of the pain, but I was sure I wasn't done as a feeling of the depression came back to my heart, setting off the ache again. Then, my phone started to vibrate, and the time lit up along with Harry's name. I didn't expect him to call at 1 in the morning, but I was sure it was because of Shirley leaving.

I grabbed the hot phone into my hands again, disconnecting it from the charger. My mother must've plugged it up, while I was knocked out. I tapped on 'answer' and placed the phone to my ear, tossing my hair over my head to get it out of my face.

"Hello?" I answered, my voice unexpectedly sounding rusty, and I quickly cleared my voice.

"Selena?" I heard him ask for me, and a soft ocean sound came to my ears as I heard him call my name everytime, but he probably wasn't famliar with my voice according to my greeting.

"Harry, why are you calling so late?" I questioned him, and it was a small pause before he spoke up again.

" I wanted to know if you were alright," he was being honest, and I could tell, which warmed my heart with love immediately.

"Thank you, Harry, but you heard what happened?" I said to him, but made sure my voice wasn't so loud.

"Yeah, and that's why I wanted to check on you," he was showing his true colors.

"That's nice of you--But I just wanted to tell you that," he started and my heart fluttered a bit at what he might say to me, and I didn't even notice I was gripping my comforter in my hold. I repeated Shirley's favorite quote in my head.

An ending is always a new beginning, an ending is always a new beginning, an ending is always a new beginning, an ending is always a new beginning. I kept the words rotating in my head, wondering if Shirley was my ending, but Harry was just gonna be my new start.

"An ending is always a new beginning...one of Shirley's favorite quotes," he repeated what I've been repeating in my mind myself. Was that all he really had to say?

"Well, goodnight, Selly, and sweet dreams," he dismissed himself from the call quickly, leaving me speechless. It looks like that is all he had to say.

I looked through my window where the moonlight was my only light to my room, and I stared at all the tiny crystals far up in the dark sky.

I hope you're having a safe journey my Shirley Milson. I just hope the best happiness for you, and that you're always thinking about your best friends.

I'll miss you.

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Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am young again.