Just Friends (Editing)

Chapter 7- You Know You Want Me!

'Beep, beep, beep, beep.' Darn mother-fucking alarm clock I thought rolling over in bed. I lay in the warmth off my bed not wanting to go anywhere else but to live here for all my life. Well okay maybe not, I need food. I jumped out of bed, avoiding eye contact with myself in the mirror just in case I seen my morning hair, which ain't a pretty sight. I decided on having a fry for breakfast, thinking about the crispy bacon had my mouth watering. I took out a pan and placed three bits of bacon on it then put it on the cooker. Then popped some toast into the toaster. About ten minutes later I was filling my mouth with toast and bacon, my favourite breakfast of all time. I remember when I was younger dad would always make me and mum a fry every Sunday morning for breakfast. I miss those days so much, I just can seem to get the bacon as crispy as dad can.

After I ate I ran upstairs and prepared myself for what could be a scary sight in the mirror. Just what I had expected; my hair as wavy as ever, flowing outwards in every different direction deciding not to split properly. My face; white as a ghost and freckles everywhere. I hate my freckles so much, they were worse when I was younger though. I was that desperate I even tried putting lemon on them as I had read it somewhere on the Internet that they can get rid of them. I ran into the bathroom to brush my teeth and throw water over my face to waken myself up a bit. I split my hair and decided I would straighten it because it looked truly horrendous. I added a light layer of foundation to my face to give me some colour and applied some lip gloss and mascara; I'm really not a morning person. Thanks to the new principal in our school we now get to wear our own clothes instead of those old dull uniforms with knee length skirts and long stripy clip on ties.

I picked out my favourite brown skinny jeans and choose a white collared blouse to go with it. I then slipped on my white strapped sandals and gave Ryan a text that I would be over in five minutes. I ran over to my bedside table, sprayed some perfume on my wrists and neck, grabbed my backpack and left the house.

Whilst walking over to Ryan's house I was thinking about what had happened over the past week, about his mother and Robert and whether are not he knew she was pregnant. I’m sure Steven has told him. All these thoughts were just swimming around in my head fighting to get answered.

I stepped through the doorway of Ryan's house and was met by Steven in the hallway, I asked him how he was and he answered back 'fine', with a blank expression. I couldn't tell whether he was angry or in pain.

“Is Ryan out of bed yet?” I said with a chuckle knowing the answer was most likely no. I was also trying to lighten the mood a bit.

There was no need for Steven to answer that question because at that very moment Ryan came gliding down the hall in nothing but his boxers.

“Hey, Char,” he said ever so casually.

“Erm, Ryan, you do know its twenty five past eight? And you’re still not ready! And jeez put some clothes on!” I said shaking my head at him.

Ryan let out a small chuckle and said, “You know you want me,” with a playful glint in his eyes.

“In your dreams,” well I could tell the old Ryan was back and as confident as ever.

“Come on Ryan I still need to do my history homework so would you ever so kindly mind hurrying the fuck up!” I said raising my voice towards the end of the sentence.

At that moment Ryan escaped the room knowing if he didn't go and get ready now he'd get severely injured. I took a seat at the kitchen table waiting for Ryan to return. I looked over to the bench and there was a picture of Ryan and his mum hugging each other and Steven and Isabelle messing around with them fake nerd glasses. They looked like a real family then, just over a year ago when what seemed like a perfect life for them. Back before Susanne started drinking and taking drugs she used to be a nurturing mother. Isabelle and Ryan used to be really close with her. Every Sunday morning Susanne and the family would go out for a Sunday meal together. I remember joining their family for one of the Sunday meals back when Ryan was twelve and Isabelle was only four. We all went out to a fancy hotel about two miles down the road. I remember the fun we all had together.