I pull up to my house with the Pink Ladies pink car parked along the curb. I park in the garage and went into the house. Dad wasn't home. Good. But mom was in the kitchen getting super ready. As always, I greet my mom with a quick kiss and a hello. I make my way up the stairs as I take off my T-Birds jacket.
I hear my sister and the Pink Ladies laughing in her room. I ignored them and made my way to my room. I enter and close the door behind me as I plop down onto my bed. I grumble, as I wrap my arms around my pillow and snuggled into it pretending it's something else—more like someone else.
Amelia has always been beautiful. In her own special way, she's been the best part of my life. Her smile is bright and beautiful. Her voice is loud but somehow soft spoken. Her bronze skin always being so soft and tender. She is my best friend. And I am hers.
For many years, she's pushed her feelings aside, so she can have me as her friend but not as something more. Last year, when Amelia was confessing that she had a crush on me to Justina, because it was eating her alive, some Socs overheard it and made up this crazy rumor.
A rumor that nearly broke us from our friendship. I knew it was a lie, but it got so out of control that everybody was just targeting Amelia. And I couldn't do anything about it. I was no better. I avoided her during school and after school. I hate myself for ignoring her all last year. I just had a rep to protect. But looking back at it now. I was just a pathetic coward.
I apologized to Amelia during the summer at the drive in. She somehow forgave me, and we've been back to normal ever since then. But I've made it my soul missing to protect this girl from everybody and anybody. But somehow during all of that, I caught feelings on the curvy girl. We would hang out every summer. Last summer wasn't no different. Drive In, then the Frosty Palace, and the beach.
But somehow, that Italian curvaceous girl, made home in my heart. She was all I thought about at night. When we would say goodbye at the end of the day, I would instantly miss her, even though I know I'll see her the next day. My mind consumed her. Her touch would make my heart thump hard and loud, and my body would burn at just her touch.
I groan into the pillow and get off my bed. I rub my face trying to clear my head as I grab some sleep clothes. I might as well call it a day. I go into my bathroom and take a quick shower. I dried my body and my hair. I got dressed and did my night routine. I plop down on my bed once again, but groan in frustration when a knock is made on my door.
"Come in." I grumble into the pillow.
My door opens and my sisters sweet perfume comes in full force making my stomach churn. I gag and quickly cover my nose. I sat up and looked at the person who has the same face as me but more feminine.
"God damn, Justina! How much perfume did you spray on?!" I yell, as I held my breath.
She rolls her eyes and looks at me unamused of my outburst. She knows I'm sensitive to smells and still douse herself in sweet fumes.
"Oh, shut up. I'm just here to tell you supper is ready." She says, rolling her eyes.
She goes to step out of my room, but I stop her. "Wait, sis," she stops and looks at me.
I climb to the end of my bed and placed my hands on my knees, as I looked up to my sister. She crosses her arms over her chest waiting for me to speak.
"So, are you going to tell me what really happened? Or was it true that Amelia was using the restroom?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
She sighs because she can't lie to me. So, I waited until she spoke, "Kathy Warren pushed her down and called her fat. The girls and I made it just in time before it got worse for Amelia." She speaks playing with her fingers.
My blood starts to boil just at the mention of the female Soc. That bitch! Just because Amelia is curvy in all the right places doesn't make her fat or anything less than. Like Justina can sense my rage of the Soc girl she spoke again.
"Before, you become a rabid animal. I took care of it and Kathy Warren won't be near her again." She reassures me.
I nod and calm down just a bit. She looks at me and reads me. "I don't understand you. You like her but you're holding back. Why? You already know how she feels about you. Why are you being weird and hesitant?" She asks, leaning against the door frame.
I sigh, "We've been friends since we were in elementary. I've always loved her. But this is too real. I don't know what love is. It's not like our parents love each other to show us what it really is." I complain.
"But that doesn't have to define how you feel, Jungkook. If you love or even like Amelia, give it a try. The worst thing that could actually happen is if it's a failed relationship." She says, as she sits down and leans against the frame and looks at me.
"Jungkook...I see the way she looks at you. Nothing you say or do will make her give up on you. She wants you in her life forever. The least you can do is figure out your own feelings for her. Because for what I can see," she says as she stands up fixing her clothes, "You need her more than she needs you." And with that she leaves.
Her words linger in the air. 'You need her more than she needs you.' I groan and lean back against my mattress. Her words kept on repeating. And what's crazy is that she's so right. I do need her. I've been too blind by our friendship that these feelings have always been there.
Skipping supper, I turn off the lights and settled into my bed. Hours and hours passed, and I couldn't get the thought of Kathy Warren hurting Amelia out of my head. I have to see her.
