Seven Mistakes {Completed}

Seven Mistakes

I scrambled to find my shoes and get ready. I had told my friend Heaven that I would be down at her house in five minutes. Yet, when I had spoken to her I had been wearing my sweats and hair in a mess. There was no way I could have gone down there looking like a lazy pig.

Ten minutes later, I was ready, wearing a loose shirt and pants. I hurried out the door with my favorite book in my hands. With nothing but air under my feet I raced down the street to Heaven’s house.

I charged in without knocking.

Heaven would be furious that I took twice as long as I told her to get down here. She, in fact, was the kind of person that hated for people to be late and when they were late she tends to become dramatically angry.

I opened her door, gulping. She was sitting on her bed, looking at me with anger clear in her eyes. “You’re late,” she said crisply. “You told me you would be down here five minutes ago.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I had to change my clothes. I was in sweats and my hair was a mess-”

“I’ve been your friend for ten years, Annabelle. I’m not one to worry about the way you look.” Heaven replied bluntly.

I nodded slowly, hoping she wouldn’t realize my real incentive for looking nice. But right as she finished talking, her door opened. We turned to see who was there, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw him: Seven.

Seven was Heaven’s twin brother, and he was the guy I had liked since the first day I had met Heaven. I had never told anyone that I liked him, and it was for two reasons.

The first reason was that when I was five, all of the guys thought that girls had cooties. The girls, in turn, believed the guys were all losers. Not me, though; never me. This was mostly because my parents were straightforward with me and always had been. They hadn’t allowed me to believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, or any other fantastical creature small children believed in; instead choosing to tell me nothing but the truth. My parents were fond of claiming that they wanted our familial relationship to have a strong foundation of truth.

I simply held in my crush on Seven because at the time if I had told anyone  they most likely would’ve asked, “Why do you like him? You know he’s a loser, right?” They’d have passed judgment on both him and I, and I had quite the hatred of judgment.

The second reason for me keeping my crush a secret was because of Heaven. When we were eight-years-old, she had mentioned that if I liked Seven, it would go against what she called “The Girl Code”. She had ever so kindly informed me that if I broke the ‘girl code’, she would deny me as a friend. I loved Heaven, so I had kept my mouth shut about how I felt about Seven. Ten years of friendship weren’t to be risked for the mere chance of a relationship.

My mind came back to the present when Seven spoke from his position in Heaven’s doorway.

“Heaven, I’m going to the store. I’d ask if you wanted anything, but I don’t give a shit,” he informed us, keeping a straight face. That was Seven, always acting like he didn’t care. I didn’t always believe it though, because if someone studied him closely, as I had, they’d see that there were rare moments when he did small things; things to show he cared.