To The Moon And Back

Chapter Twenty-two

"You're no fun anymore."

"Pardon? How dare you say such a thing! Of course I'm fun! I am the embodiment of fun! I am the ambassador for all things fun! You take that back!"

"No."

Selene narrowed her eyes, glaring at her friend over the rim of her coffee cup as she took a huffy sip.

"Don't look at me like that," Genevieve ordered. "You know I'm right, you're been a miserable cow for weeks, ever since your little Moon escapade."

Selene slammed her cup down and crossed her arms. "Well, pardon me for being a bit down after losing half my friends and spending a night in a police cell while they decided if they could press charges or not, and then having to explain to my mother why she had to come and pick me up from said police."

Genevieve snorted. "Yeah, because that's what's been bothering you. If that was all it was you wouldn't still have a face like a wet weekend."

"This is England, every weekend is wet, it's our default setting."

"Don't get clever," Genevieve warned her as she reached over to steal Selene's untouched brownie. "You knew those guys were trouble, I warned you about them enough times but no, you just had to see the best in them and make excuses."

"I wanted to help! Is that a crime?"

"Apparently so, since you were arrested," Genevieve pointed out as she nibbled delicately at the corner of the far-too-expensive-to-waste brownie. "I told you time and time again that the only way to get what you want is through the proper channels and the right people."

"You sound like him," Selene muttered under her breath, but unfortunately Genevieve caught it.

"I knew it!"

"Knew what?" Selene asked innocently, although inwardly she was cringing, knowing she'd been caught.

"I knew you were still mooning over that guy," Genevieve triumphantly declared, taking a larger bite in victory.

"Mooning, cute," Selene sneered, trying to distract her friend.

Genevieve was having none of it, "Don't try to change the subject."

"We had a subject?" Selene picked up her cup again, sipping slowly, deliberately avoiding looking at her friend.

"Yes, the subject of when are you going to get over this mystery guy of yours? It's been weeks."

"There is no mystery guy, he's not mine and I am over him."

Genevieve arched her eyebrow. "You do realise that those statements cancel each other out, don't you?"

"No, they don't they..." Selene trailed off, realising her friend was right. "Crap."

"Mmhmm," Genevieve hummed, leaning back in her chair with a knowing smile. "Busted."

Selene slumped forward, her head in her hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring the mood down."

"It's fine," Genevieve assured her. "I'm your friend, I'm here to listen if you want to talk about it."

Selene groaned, her voice muffled by her hands. "But there's nothing to talk about, that's the problem. I met the most amazing guy who had it all, the looks, the personality, the trustworthiness, everything. He made me laugh and made me feel safe and I'll never see him again. This isn't the kind of thing that can be solved by talking it out and coming up with a game plan or asking a friend of a friend to tell him to call me because I have a major crush on the unobtainable hottie. It is what it is. As you said, I just have to get over it."