Once In A Lifetime

I Dont Like Your Hair, Or Those People That You Lie With

I'm pretty sure Brandon's written a song to describe this situation. If not, would give him a hell of a lot of inspiration.

I cannot process anything but one thought: Emma is in front of you.

I slowly become more aware of the horrible tragedy that I'm in. Why would she follow me? And what did she want to say, or worse, do?

I finally recover the ability to speak, and spit out the words, "What do you want?"

Emma's face turns from tacit anger to a huge, abnormal grin. She reminds me of the fake dolls I had when I was a kid, and I look upon her with disgust.

"I just wanted to see my best friend!" She walks over to me with arms wide open, and I feel like I'd rather eat worms than give her an affectionate hug ever again.

"Hey, Emma!" Brandon interjects, and Emma turns to give him a hug. My blood starts to boil as I see them embrace each other, thinking how could Brandon do this? But then I remember he is completely unaware of the fight we had the day of his concert. Poor, innocent Brandon. I almost don't want to tell of what happened, to keep him away from the dark clouds that threaten to rain on our sunny future. But I'd rather be completely honest with him than have to hide my secrets.

Emma clings on to him for longer than I want, then pulls away and smiles at him.

"Hey Brandon! I had no idea you were with her!"

Lie. Obvious lie, I thought.

"Yeah! We were having breakfast, didn't she tell you?" He turns his beautiful smile at me and I can't stay angry. He has such an effect on me, the ability to turn my rough waters into a calming sea, and I don't know how I'll deal with Emma having calm, innocent Brandon standing there. She also turns to look at me, fashioning a plastic smile and saying, "Yeah, Julia, why didn't you tell me?"

The sea inside me starts to storm and I angrily tell her, "I did. Now tell me why are you here?"

"Didn't you hear me the first time? I said I wanted to see my best friend!" She giggles unnaturally and Brandon joins in, hopelessly unaware of the bomb that is close to being set off in me.

"That's a lie!" I finally yell. Emma's hearty grin dissolves into a frustrated frown. Brandon too burrows his eyes in confusion, and I just want to explain to him why I'm acting so angry. He brushes his hand on my cheek, saying, "Darlin, are you okay?"

I look into his hazelnut pupils and try to communicate my feelings with an eyebrow raise. I burrow my brows, and quickly say, "Please, let me deal with her, I'll explain later."

His face turns even more confused, and his pretty face is wrinkled from his brows raising into his forehead, "Wait, what's wrong?"

I can't control my anger and immediately regret the next thing I say, "Oh my God, Brandon! I said I'll explain later! She's trying to ruin us, and can't you get that through your head?"

Waves of hurt permeate through his face, and I wish I could take back everything. His lips pout in pain, and he looks away from me, his eyes in the floor and his hands to his side in dejection.

"Fine. I'm going," he heads through the door that now symbolically and literally separates us from each other. Regret fills my stomach, and I want to eject it in the nearest toilet. I watch him as he heads to his car, and with a slam and a purr he exits the parking lot and out of my life. I feel tears begin to well up, and a hard lump form in my throat, and I want to lock myself in my room forever and sob, until the imagined future of me and Brandon together became an unreal reality in my head. I was so distraught that I didn't even notice the silent giggles originating from the person that started this whole mess. I look back at Emma, and her real smile is showing along with fits of giggles. It took all the power on the world for me not to jump her and wipe that disgusting smile off of her face.

"Hehe, looks like he's not yours anymore," she states like a giggling schoolgirl.

"This is all your fault! I hate you, why did I ever call you my best friend!"

Her giggles stop and a serious face replaces it. "This would have never happened had you taken him selfishly for yourself."

My eyes widen and I raise my eyebrows into my forehead, "Taken him? From who?"

"From me!" She spats, her nips trembling and her eyes wide balls of white. My stomach is raging, but I mentally quiet it down so that I can defend myself and Brandon, if he ever wanted me again.

"From you? You never even had him! You're just jealous that he chose me and not you, and I could see why!"

Her face is crimson and envelopes her pale face. I'm sure mine looked the same, and I just want to end this so that I can apologize to poor Brandon, if he would even see me.

"You don't deserve him, you just proved that right now!" Her words puncture my heart, and I can't help but agree with her. No one that truly deserved Brandon would ever hurt him like I did just now, and I feel the tears begin to break from my eyes. I willfully wipe the first ones from the corners of my eyes, but new ones just replace them, and soon a waterfall to rival Niagara begins to descend from my eyes. She's right, I think, I don't deserve Brandon.

Her lips raise into a satisfied smile, and she continues, "and now that you two are through, I can claim what was rightfully mine." She turns and strolls through the door, and my angry and clouded mind is able to speak one coherent thought.

"Brandon is not yours! He's no ones, he's his own amazing person, and you don't deserve to love him!"

She stops mid-step and gives me a side glance, "Watch me."

She exits the restaurant and enters her own car. As she pulls out of the parking lot I sit down on a table, feeling my emotions rise up and expel into tears and sobs. I've lost the only purely good thing in my life, and I don't think he wants to be with a bad person like me. I've never felt so alone in my life, and for some odd reason, I'd wish Brandon would come back and comfort me.