Happiness [Book 2]

Chapter 40 - I Miss You

When you love someone, you can't stop thinking about them. That's what I read on a Facebook post once, and it's true. I know it's true, because I have an example: Ryder. 

I missed Ryder like hell; everyone probably knew that already, judging on how much I had been crying. I felt like Tina. 

This is the second day in a row I haven't been able to talk to Ryder. I feltl like I was having withdrawls from him. Sometimes I would just zone out on everyone - Angie will be talking to me and I'll just start thinking about Ryder and I'd forgot whatever Angie would be saying to me in heartbeat.

"Mrs. Lynn!" Angie shouted in my ear.

"I like the sound of that..." I laughed. 

"That's the only way to pull you out of one of your stupid trances," Angie laughed, picking at her food eagerly.

"Oh, sorry," I shook my head, trying to shake myself out of my upcoming trance. 

"You've been like this for like, a day!" She shouted, leaning over to me.

"I've said sorry, already." I mumbled.

"Marls, you sure you're okay?" She asked, dropping her plastic fork.

"Ryder and I haven't talked in, like, 2 days." 

"Oh, well, you guys will talk eventually," She told me, and I could tell she was trying her best to cheer me up. I sighed and gave her a sideways hug, mumbling an apology onto her shoulder. "Bipolar, much?" Angie chuckled.

"I'm not bipolar, I'm crazy in love." I winked.

"Do you want to go all Beyonce right now?" Angie chuckled.

"No." I snapped jokingly, pulling my arm away and slapping her shoulder where I had just rested my head.

"Come on, you could totally do the Single Ladies dance!" Angie shouted, jumping in her seat.

"More like you could." I told her.

"No, Marls, I'm not the dancer." 

"Who won us Sectionals with their wicked dance rountine?" 

"You..." Angie said slowly, smiling sheepishly at me.

"No. You!" I shouted, pushing her lightly.

"Break it up!" Jake yelled playfully from the other side of the table.

"He doesn't understand what it's like to have a best friend." Angie rolled her eyes and focused back on her food. 

"Jake would know," I said to her quietly, shoving my food around my tray, "if only Ryder was here." 

***

We were sitting in Glee club that afternoon, everyone conversing with each other. I was having a conversation with Unique and Angie about clothes; we sounded so girly, and it was so out of character for pretty much all of us (besides Unique, though, of course).

"Guys!" Finn clapped. All of our heads flicked to him suddenly, the room going quiet immediatley. "Does anyone have a song?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

Fat Amy stuck her hand up, walking to the front. "I love this song," She smiled, pointing to the band. 

She started doing the Harlem Shake, the band doing back up vocals for her with the song. She danced around like the video for a long time, making the funniest faces at us like she didn't really care. None of us could hold in our laughter, but we attempted to. "This is weird," Angie whispered to me, ducking her head to cover her mouth with her hair.