EPISODE 7-ENDURANCE
-Liana-
It's been 9 days. 9 days without my best friend. That's ridiculously stupid considering the fact that her bedroom is just down the corridor from mine. But I can't just walk in and speak to her about the stupid stuff we used to.
I think the fact that these walls weren't built up by me makes it a million times worse. I can't just get it over with and apologise because at the end of the day she'll want me to do something that I physically can't do.
I had practically convinced myself that we'd have made up by today. It's the day before my 14th birthday and the thought of not spending it with my best friend makes me feel sick to my stomach.
She wants me to pick between her and Bailey and I can't. Because I want nothing more than the both of them in my life.
I've tried to not spend the last 9 days, wandering around the house like a lost and mopey puppy though it's been difficult. Bailey has been great at filling up the empty space that Tee left behind.
If we were inseparable before then I have no clue what we are now.
We've done everything together. Gone out to town together. Played football together. Sat in silence in our bedrooms together. Everything. I can't help but think that this thing - whatever it is - that I have going on with Bailey is here to stay.
Johnny and I still haven't gotten over our differences which I suppose would be the short fire way to get back to being friends with Tee. I've hardly spoken a word to him since our fight, bar the occasional sentence. I haven't missed the stares that he's shot from across the room either. They almost seem longing.
Though that might just be my ego talking.
Bailey seems to be somewhat over Johnny's antics of calling the police on him so I'm trying to get over it as well. At least I'm now able to stand in his presence without glaring at him.
"What are you thinking about?" Bailey asks me, breaking into my thoughts as we lean against the island.
"Who says I'm thinking about anything?" I counter, crossing my arms across my chest and adopting a smile on my face.
"Your face" He cocks on eyebrow, matching my stance. "I think I know you well enough to tell when you've got something on your mind. Is it Tee?"
His voice softens at that last sentence. "Sort of" I mumble before continuing. "It's my birthday tomorrow. I don't know if you knew. Just feels weird to not be talking to her about it and stuff"
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Sculptor || Bailey Wharton
Fiksi PenggemarIn a world where nothing is certain, one thing we can be sure of is that everyone you meet leaves a mark on you. A small dent in your - once perfect - now moulded heart. Slowly, we are shaped as easily as clay into the people we are meant to be. S...