Black and White

Chapter Eight - Dresses, Daydreaming and Disasters

Chapter Eight

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A week passed and I was starting miss Drew’s presence.  My summer back in Huntington Beach was floating by and Drew wasn’t by my side to spend it with me. Wes tried to keep me company but it just wasn’t the same. Wes didn’t have that special spark I found in Drew, Drew was like a missing piece to my puzzle. Even when I’m away in New York I feel like a part of me is missing. Even during the school semester, the absence of my best friend hit me hard.

And at this rate it was heading towards being much longer. Drew had not attempted to get in contact with me and me vice versa … guess it was over after all.

I was just finishing my morning yoga session when Wes came barrelling into my house. “Kaitlin Appleton,” he growled, “you are going over to talk to Drew right now. I can’t take this stupid cold war anymore!”

Wes had been doing the same thing every morning for the past week. I rolled my eyes. “Not going to happen, Wes.”

Unlike the mornings where he gave up instantly, he actually argued back. “No!” he said abruptly. “He’s too much of an airhead to rip himself from the bubble he’s in and you’re too stubborn to apologise. But I’m asking you, no, I’m begging you, please make-up with Drew. Keaton and I can’t take it anymore. We can’t talk to the both of you without feeling guilty.”

I rolled my eyes again at his antics. “God Wes, if you feel so bloody guilty just side with him. I’m not fussed; it isn’t even your problem.”

“You’re making it my problem!” he countered loudly. “We’re all being affected Kaitlin and don’t pick an argument with me because you can’t afford that.”

I immediately softened at his words, my gaze dropping south bound. “You’re right Wes. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he mumbled, deflating slightly as well. “Can you please just go talk to him?”

I shook my head. “I can’t do that Wes, I’m sorry.”

“Why not?”

I took a deep breath and had a little think to myself. I’d asked myself the same question numerous times the past week and I’d only just come up with an answer last night. I don’t even think it made sense but if I learnt something at Law School, it was that confidence is key. And if you’re confident in what you say, then people have an easier time believing you.

“I’m scared,” I replied. “I’m scared that if I try and talk to him he’ll think I’m trying to get in between them again. So like I said, until she’s out of the picture or he approaches me, I just can’t do it. Even if there is hope of me and Drew’s relationship being okay, I can’t severe the little ties we have left.”

“Oh.” He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “Well I still think you should go talk to him.”

“All in good time. Now, do you want to do something today?”

He grinned. “Actually, there was another reason I came barging in this morning—“

“Like you haven’t been doing that every other day,” I interrupted with a sarcastic tint to my voice.

He ignored me and continued. “Keaton actually has a little school concert on today down at the pier. I was wondering if you wanted to come?”

“Of course I want to come!” I exclaimed. “Why didn’t the little rascal tell me himself?”

Wes shrugged. “I don’t know. Anyway, it’s in an hour so that gives you plenty of time to get ready. And before you ask, there will be plenty of people there so we don’t have to bump into Drew if you don’t want to.”