Royally Screwed

Chapter 15

SYLVIE

"You owe me a hell lot of details", Vicky announces throwing herself on the bed.

I can't help but rub my temples as I think of the last few minutes. Louis' confession, his hands on my waist, his kiss... I instantly go red.

"That good, huh?", my bestie must have noticed, for she chuckles.

"He kissed me in a way that set fire to my heart and brought peace upon it at the same time."

"Shakespeare much?", she keeps laughing. As she sees my worried glance, she clears her throat and tries to sober up a bit. "Okay, so Louis kissed you. And you liked it. I don't see the problem?"

"Problem is, I should hate him", I don't know if I'm trying to convince her or myself.

"And you obviously don't. Still can't see the problem", she tries to make a point. As she sees I don't respond, she shakes her head in disagreement. "I still don't get why you desperately want to hate that guy."

"Because...Because he...", I try to find an answer.

"Because he obviously loves you?", she asks me.

"He does not", I tell her. Louis does not love me. Like me, yes. Maybe. But not love.

"It was not me he was staring at like he just saw a sexy papaya."

I swear to God, I will never understand her references.

"A sexy papaya?", I raise an eyebrow.

"Well, you know how papayas are", she says as if it were obvious.

"No, but please do enlighten me", I mumble.

"Well, they are so fruity. And juicy", she smirks.

"For heaven's sake", I almost say a small prayer for my bestie's sanity.

"Anyway...", she emphasises that word, sitting on it as if it were a fluffy pillow. "I'm just saying. His Royal Hotness seems to have something going on for you." She looks at me, eyes filled with questions: "Do you have something going on for him?"

"I... I...", I find myself blurting out. "I just know I don't want to go back to a life he isn't a part of."

"I'll take that as a yes", Vicky smiles at me knowingly.

I don't know what else to say as I throw myself on the bed with a sigh. It feels like any ounce of energy has been drenched from my body.

"Gossip Girl?", I can hear my bestie ask, already taking the remote.

I nod, chuckling at how well she knows me. "Gossip Girl."

I spend the night looking at the messy love lives of others so that I don't have to think of my own.