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Lea

I go through the rest of my classes for the day. I got lucky and got some pretty good ones. By the time I finish all of my classes it's about five in the late afternoon. It's too early to go home so I decide to head over to the mall for a bit. There are so many sales today it's overwhelming. Being a typical girl the only one I care about is the 7 for $27 at Victorias Secret. When I realize it's almost 7 I decide to call it a day for shopping and rush home. On my way home, I pick up some Chinese food. I didn't even realize how hungry I was until I heard my stomach growling. With an assortment of shopping bags in my hands, plus the take out, I struggle to get my keys to open the door. Literally dropping all my shopping bags by my bedroom door, I walk to the living room to watch some TV while I wait for Christina. 30 minutes later my eyes are all red and puffy from all the crying I've been doing. Lexie is just stuck under a plane and Mark is holding her hand confessing his love for her. I try my best to wipe my tears when I get up to open the door.

"Lea!" With a confused look she follows up with "Have you been crying?" Still trying to wipe my tears I help grab her bags from the hallways.

"Stop okay, Lexie and Mark just died."

She begins to laugh. "You are too emotionally invested in these shows!"

"They're really good okay! I bought some Chinese take out if you're hungry." I attempt to change the subject.

"Oh thank god, i'm starving! Airport food is unbelievably expensive."

I give her a plate of fried rice, chow mein, and sweet and sour pork.

"Today was your first day back right? How did it go?"

"It was great actually!" I got placed in some really good classes."

"Have you met any hot guys in any of these classes yet?", she asks with a mischievous smirk on her face.

"Is that all you really care about?" I stifle a laugh.

"Kinda."

"Well to answer your question, no I haven't."

"That's unfortunate because i've already seen a handful of beautiful men here."

"How is that even possible? You've been in LA for about an hour." I laugh.

Christina has always been really pretty. Even back in high school, when we met, she never really had an awkward stage like most girls do. I've always been envious of her good looks. It really sucks when your best friend is gorgeous. High school was really hard for me. I didn't really look like the other girls. I struggled with many of my own insecurities. My life was just a mess at that point.

*FLASHBACK*

This place really creeps me out. The vibes in the place is eerie. Something bad always happens when I'm here. It's been three months and I've visited her almost everyday. I walk into her room and there she is laying on the bed with a bunch of tubes connected to different parts of her body. Bags of IV's and other liquids are hanging beside her bed. My usual chair is waiting for me. I sit down and hold her hand. I tell her about my day. I speak to the doctor when she walks into the room. Dr. Green informs me that her condition is getting worse. The cancer is spreading to her brain. There's not much they can do. As I look back at my mother, I can't help but wonder how much pain she's in. I would do anything to take that pain away from her. All I can do is sit there and hold her hands. I lay my head down and pray that she will only get better.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

We've been talking for what seems like forever. It's 11:30. I've missed this honestly . Christina is the only person who has literally always been there for me.

"I'm think I'm going to call it a night for me. It's been a long day.", Christina says as she gets up off of the couch.

"I put all your bags and stuff in the spare room. Go ahead and make yourself right at home." She begins to help me clean up the takeout boxes before I quickly stop her.

"What are you doing?" I ask. "Go to bed I got it!" I laugh.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes now go!!"

She begins to walk towards me and wraps her arms around me.

"I've really missed you Le."

"I've missed you too!"

That night I dream of those beautiful green eyes that have been in my head all day.

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