Mission Impossible

Chapter 25~ Friday Nights

CLARA'S POV

  I sat in bed, pulling my light purple comforter over my body and snuggling further into my bed. What a shitty day. First that story. That beautiful, heart wrenching story. Then the kiss. Then the goodbye. The more I thought about it, the kiss and the goodbye were kind of the same thing. It was a kiss goodbye.

  Just as a tear started to roll down my face, the door opened and I shot up, seeing a surprised Melissa entering the room.

  "What are you doing here? Gym isn't over," I asked her, quickly wiping my eyes.

  "I could ask you the same thing," she said, stepping inside and closing the door, crossing her arms over her chest. I noticed she was still in her gym clothes. "I told the teacher I needed to go to the bathroom," she explained. "Just didn't tell him which one," she said, walking further into the room and sitting down on her light blue comforters. "What's wrong? I noticed you weren't in class," she asked me.

  "I got in a...fight with Harry", I told her, his name slipping out before I could stop myself.

  "Whose Harry?" Melissa asked me.

  "My other ex...kind of. We were never really together but the feelings were there," I tried to explain my relationship with Harry.

  "And so you're skipping gym class to sit and bed and cry over a guy?" she asked me, her eyebrow raised. I didn't even deny it and I nodded as tears threatened to spill. Melissa looked surprised as she quickly got up and walked over to me, sitting down on the edge of my bed. She slowly reached out and patted my leg, hesitant about being there for me but trying non-the-less.

  "Is this normal?" I couldn't help but ask. Melissa almost giggled at me.

  "Put a tube of ice cream in your hand and a sad movie and you're finally human," she teased me and I couldn't help but smile through the few tears that had slipped. "What's Harry like?" Melissa eventually asked. I paused for a moment, trying to find the words to describe my partner. 

  "He's...strong. And caring. And always there for people. And he puts others before himself. He's a flirt but I don't really mind. He's stubborn at times but he always pulls through at the end. And he can be harsh sometimes but his actions always make up for the things he says. He's...perfectly imperfect," I ended my description, using Harry's own words. I had almost forgotten Melissa was in the room until she spoke.

  "Sounds like a good guy. You shouldn't let him go," she told me, and I looked at her, surprised by what she was saying.

  "So you do have a heart?" I joked, wiping away the last of my tears. Melissa rolled her eyes and stood up from my bed, walking over to her own.

  "Please. I just want Charles all to myself," she revealed and I laughed at her. She was back to her normal self. We sat like that for awhile, not talking, but not fighting either. Eventually, the silence between us just became comfortable, and that was uncomfortable, so Melissa got up and walked over to her bed.

  The door opened again and there was Claire, rushing in and closing the door until she saw me, lying in bed with my school uniform on, eyes slightly red and my hair no doubt a mess.

  "Oh honey, what's wrong?" she said, dropping her bag and walking over to me, sitting in the place Melissa had just been in.

  "Boy problems," Melissa said, flipping through the magazine I usually saw Claire reading. Claire pouted her lips and reached for me, pulling me into a hug. I hugged her back slowly, not used to this sort of affection.

  "Don't you have a date tonight?" Claire suddenly pulled away asking me.

  "How'd you know?" I questioned her back.