chapter eleven. an it.Althea stares at George as she lays on her bed, she admires him. The first time she actually loves someone just happens to be the guy she's dating on a dare...
Ultimately, her actions would catch up to her, right? She knows she needs to come clean. The sound of Joan Sebastian crooning sweet love songs just outside her window should be the dead giveaway.
But she doesn't say a word, instead, she lays on the floor next to him, glancing up at the ceiling. "What?" he asks.
She shrugs and glances at him. "Nothing." she responds.
"Tell me what's bothering you," he whispers, running his fingers through her long brown hair. "You never let me pick your brain."
She shrugs. "Just thinking." she muses and glanced at him. "Besides it's really not all that important."
He raises a brow and shifting onto his side so he can look at her. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it's worth talking about."
She shrugs and glanced at the ceiling. "You ever think that you're not as... put together as the rest of your circle?" she asks finally.
She hadn't even fully admitted it to herself quite yet but when saw her childhood friend Ester with a baby on her hip, a part of her felt a twinge of envy; even more so when she spotted the silver wedding band on Ester's finger. "Sometimes." he says interrupting her thoughts. "Why?"
Her face is pensive as she thinks of a way to phrase her next sentence, "I saw my childhood friend, that's all." she says simply, deciding that it's better not to talk about it.
"Uh huh." he presses. "Did she say anything?"
Althea shakes her head. "Not really, no." she says and frowns. "All of my friends are getting married, especially the ones before I became me." she admits. "Ester's married and has a baby, Pilar is getting married, for fuck's sake my own brother is getting married. It just..."