"Are you hungry?" I hear Emily ask me as I find a comfortable spot on her bed, "I can get you some food."
"No, I'm actually fine. I had something on the way." I tell her, giving her a quick smile.
I lay my head back against the mountain of pillows that she has all over the top of her bed, staring at the ceiling as I wonder what I'm actually doing here right now. I begin to wonder if I'm wasting my time being here with her.
"How are you?" She asks me.
She's definitely nervous, not knowing what to say.
"Y- yeah, I'm fine! I mean, except for the fact that I fucked my two-year friendship up just by being a complete asshole..."
"What happened?"
I prop my head up with my hand, turning to face her so I can tell her what happened just a few hours ago.
"Well, the problem is that she has feelings for me, but they're just not reciprocated. Honestly, that's all there is to it. She told me that she wanted a relationship, and I was straight up and honest with her and told her that I just don't want that."
"Oh..." she says, looking downwards, and it seems like she's trying to process that.
"What's wrong?" I ask her immediately.
She shakes her head, seemingly trying to brush it off. "No, it's nothing. I- I just, I mean, I didn't expect you to be getting involved with other girls so soon."
"That's the thing, I'm not! I shut her down immediately because the thought of being in a relationship with someone that I wouldn't put my life on the line for just feels stupid!"
"You shut it down?" She asks me, and I can't help but notice that she seems excited at the thought of me turning down another girl.
"Yeah, of course I did." I confirm, "I can't be with someone that I'm not crazy about."
And then I notice a smirk creeping up on Emily's face as she says, "Is that the only reason why you did it?"
I immediately know what she's getting at, but in all honesty, it confuses me. One day she wants nothing to do with me or our connection, and then the next she's playing with my heart. But I can't help but fall head first every time, falling straight into her trap.
It's addicting.
"I don't know... maybe there was another reason" I tease. "Who knows."
"Well, would that other reason include me?"
"Like I said, who knows." I decide to be flirtatious with her.
And then I say, "But, if it did, would that be a a bad thing?"
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The Lost Memories
Romance"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision." For Michelle, life has always been about control-control in the studio, in her friendships, and even in the secrets she hides. But with an unexpected pregnancy...