best day ever.

chapter two

"Ellie! What happened?" Cath asked as she came up to me.
At this point, I was laying on her floor, with wet cheeks and shaking hands. I knew I was having a panic attack, but I didn't want to think about that.
I wanted to think about Will, my boyfriend of a damn year. Well, eleven months, our anniversary was next month. But now, everything is ruined. There would be no anniversary date. I was going to break up with him.
I always hated the characters in shows who took back the character that cheated on them. If someone cheats on you, they lose your trust. How could you ever take them back? I knew I would eventually forgive Will, but that doesn't mean we will ever get back together. It probably also won't be soon.
I was glad Will did not chase to me to the door. It would have just made things worse for me, and Cath.
"You're scaring me. I'm gonna go get some water for you." Cath ran out the room to her kitchen and quickly returned with a bottle of water.
I was trying to slow my breaths, but nothing was working. His face kept on popping up in my mind, the image of him burned in my brain. I closed my eyes and tried to get him out, to get him to disappear. He was nothing but an intruder now.
I then grabbed the water from her and gladly took a sip. The small run had made me tired, considering I was running on no sleep. My head throbbed from my crying, and I knew the water would help. I gulped down half the bottle. The cool water soothed my throat.
I felt a little better, and now I was standing up, and moving to Cath's couch. I have known Cath since we were in the fifth grade, but I suddenly felt bad. I had forced her to wake up at five in the morning then bursted through her door with no explanation, just breaking down at her feet. So the first thing I said was "I'm sorry."
"What?" She asked.
"I'm sorry for just budging in."
"Oh shut up, Ellie, you would do the same for me." She said and sat next to me. She was right, I would. "Now please, tell me what happened?" She asked sincerely. "Are you okay?"
"Will," I choke out
"Will?"
"He, he was here," I try.
I hadn't realized how hard it was to say the story out loud. I could barely think about it in my head. Thinking of Charlotte's lips pressed against Will's made me feel sick.
"To see you?"
I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't, I wish he was there to see me.
I hadn't thought about it, how long was he there? When did he get there? He could have been at my house all night.
"No. To see Charlotte." I say.
It was weird coming out of my mouth. Saying that my boyfriend had been with my sister. Was it a continuing thing? They must have been together before.
"What?" She was shocked too.
"I saw him, I saw him in her bed. They were both only wearing underwear." I try not to cry again.
Her eyes look as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets and her jaw was practically touching the floor. "Oh my god."
"Yeah," I look down, at the floor.
I saw not surprised by Cath's shock, considering she had liked Will. Will wasn't a bad boy, wasn't anything. He focused on his grades, like me. He never cared for reputation.
Will wasn't very popular either, wasn't arrogant or impolite. He was sweet, caring. My image him was becoming distorted, and now everything I thought he wasn't was what he was.
"I'm so sorry, Ellie." I suddenly felt my best friends arms around me.
I was so glad I had Cath. If she wasn't here, I don't know what would have happened to me.
I try to laugh again, to scoff, but instead I just make a weird noise. "It's not your fault."
"Yeah, but"
"Whatever."
I try to end the conversation. I didn't want to talk about Will anymore. Talking about him just makes me think of him more. Of his blonde locks, of his big dark brown eyes. His lips, how they always curved upward. How his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and when he laughed. How his eyebrows furrowed when he was confused. How his jaw flexed when he thought.
I couldn't stop. My brain consumed every little detail I knew of him. If I keep thinking I would explode, go mental.
His arms, the arms I used to run my fingers along. The softness of his lips, how they felt so pure against mine. His hair, how I always ruffled my fingers through them. His brown eyes that used to always study me, and not see an uglier version of Charlotte. His voice, how it was always gentle, how it said my name and made it sound like honey.
Then finally, Cath's voice snapped me back to reality. "It's only five, Ellie, we've got time. You are going to a concert in 16 hours. Things can change. I'm not letting you mope all damn day."
I finally thought about something else. Of course! Had I forgotten about the concert? Will could ruin a day for me, but it won't be today. Today is not crashing down. I'll forget about him.
I had to keep on thinking about the concert. I will go to the concert, and I will have fun. I'll forget about Will. Who is Will? A nameless asshole.
"You're right."
"So come on, I'm taking you out for breakfast."
"It's 5 a.m."
"IHOP is open."
...
And then there was a stack of chocolate chip pancakes placed in front of me. I laughed at how much there was, yet I knew I would probably finish it. I glance at Cath, who now was digging into her French toast.
"Good idea." I smirked at her and grabbed my fork, beginning to eat my pancakes.
"I'm a genius, I know." She said, her mouth half stuffed.
I laughed.
Cath always found a way to make me happy. She was an amazing friend, always there for me. I remember in eighth grade when we had fought over something so stupid that I don't even remember it, and we weren't talking. I had found out my father was cheating on my mother. It was the worst feeling. Knowing that all these years they were just hidden, hidden under a facade; not real. They lied to me. And then he left. I had guessed that Cath had somehow found out, because there she was, knocking at my window. She was there for me. She had never had problems like mine, but I knew that if she ever got upset, I would be there for her.
We ate our food in silence.
The restaurant was pretty deserted, and the only sound I could hear was the clashing of plates. Dishes and silverware. It wasn't bad.
As the time slowly shifted six, few more people began to enter the restaurant. And then I could hear voices and happy conversations.
"So, we are going to go shopping." Cath says after we split the bill and walk out of the restaurant side by side.
"Nothing opens until like nine."
"So, we will wait until then. I want to give you a makeover."
"A makeover? We used to do that when we were kids."
When me and Cath first became friends in the fifth grade, one of the first things we did together was give each other makeovers.
"Yes, and? I'm gonna make you look hot. Will who?"
I had realized that I had actually began to forget about Will.
"Who cares!" I laughed, but I knew there was something under my voice that no one would notice. A sadness.
...
"Okay, so I'm thinking the eyeliner and a brown smokey eye. Oh shit you're gonna look like a goddess." I stared at myself in the mirror before being turned around, facing Cath.
She had so much makeup, she had always been interested in makeup and beauty and hair. She always begged her parents to let her go to cosmetology school, but they wanted her to be a doctor or a dentist or something stupid like that.
I tried not to laugh as I watched my best friend concentrate on my face. She bit her lips and furrowed her brows while she did my makeup. I felt strokes of brushed all over my face, knowing that in the end I would look like a clown, so much makeup packed onto my face like some of the girls at my school.
When she finally finished, I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't upset with the results, I was surprised.
I never realized how good Cath was at makeup. My eyelids were a smokey brown and thick wings were near my lashes. There weren't too thick, and it actually for once looked like my eyes were mirrored; the same.
Cath had also done my face makeup, contour held under my cheekbones. She didn't make it so sharp, not as sharp as Charlotte's was. My cheeks look a little, flushed in a good way from the blush. It gave my face some color. I noticed my lips were actually blank, and for the first time in forever, I thought that they kind of looked boring.
"Okay, so, I don't know what lip color to do so I am letting you choose."
She handed me four lipstick tubes. I opened the first one, which was a deep wine red. I loved the color, but I knew it was very similar, too similar, to my sister's. The second one was a deep hot pink, something I would never wear. The third one was a light pink nude. I always though nude lips washed out my face. Then the last one was purple. I actually color. I had never worn an unnatural lip color before, but I realized it was actually pretty, and looked good against my skin tone.
"This one." I said hand it to her.
Her eyebrow raised and her lips formed into a smile.
I knew my choice wasn't what expected, I was always kind of boring with that stuff.
She slid it across my lips and when I looked back at myself, I realized I had made the right choice. Purple was my color.
...
"Im buying you this." Cath said, handing me a whole outfit she has been picking out.
It was deep black skinny jeans that had holes all over it, mainly at the knees, a gray tee shirt that has a black collar, and a red and blue flannel. Considering it was February, flannels were very popular. I realized it wasn't actually a flannel, just at the sleeves. The rest was a light blue denim.
I usually didn't wear flannels because a lot of people wore them at school and it sort of became a basic thing. I didn't necessarily want to be like everyone else, and that was because I didn't like everyone else. Why would I try an act like people I don't like?
Before I could protest, Cath quickly states. "Try it on."
But that wasn't why I was going to protest, I didn't want Cath to pay. "You don't have to buy me anything, Cath."
"Shut up because I am." She said. "Consider it a break up present."
She then dragged me to the dressing rooms at the back of the store and practically threw me into one of the rooms with the outfit. I decided I would just try it on, to prove to Cath it won't look good.
I slowly removed my gray sweat pants and white tee shirt, and slid in the tight jeans. I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing only my nude bra and the jeans that reached just below my belly button. I never wore fitted jeans, but I realized that they actually suited me. They carved out my bum, which actually popped out. I really liked them, and decided I would by just those. I put on the shirt, which was also cute, but it looked weird hidden under the flannel and overlapping the jeans. I open the door and Cath saw me, and sighed rolling her eyes.
"You don't wear it like that." She said walking up to me. "Take of the flannel."
I gave her a questioning look, but obliged and removed the flannel.
She then wrapped it around my waist, tying it at the front. She then tucked my shirt into my jeans. "Much better." She smiled.
I looked back into the mirror and realized how much I liked it. The outfit actually kind of suited me, and suddenly I began to regret my decisions on outfits before this.
"This will look amazing with Dutch braids and a deep red lip. Oh and your white sneakers and.. " I stopped listening as she rambled on.
The first image that popped into my head was one of those girls from tumblr.
Oh my god. She is trying to turn me into a 'hipster' or something.