Bad Romance

Bad Romance *3

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Chapter 3

I couldn’t sleep that night. All I could think about was him. So I gave up on trying to sleep and went downstairs putting a movie on. As the title screen of Pretty Woman came on I smiled. Typically, I picked my favourite romantic movie.

I heard a rustling upstairs and I figured I had woken Willow or she couldn’t sleep either. She trudged down the stairs in her sheep pyjamas. I giggled because she dresses maturely when we go out, but when it’s just me and her, she’s just a kid again! I’ve known Will since I can remember. We met in Kindy as kiddies. It seems like only yesterday... I wish! Being a teenager SUCKS!

She got into the lounge room and sat next to me, curling into a ball with her Winnie The Pooh blanket.

We watched Pretty Woman and I then put in my favourite episode of Grey’s Anatomy and we knew every line like the back of our hand.

I could feel my eye lids drooping and next thing I knew... the sun was up and I was on the floor! Willow and her big feet kicked me off the sofa! I got up off the floor and pain struck my back. That's what sleeping on the floor does to you! I ran up to my room and threw on a black tee and some denim shorts. Today looked like a nice day.

I heard Will screaming. I ran downstairs as fast as I could without falling and reached the lounge, panting, to find her standing on the sofa, still screaming, at a tiny spider crawling across the television screen.

“You scared the crap out of me, Will. Over what? A spider? You’re so pathetic!” I said laughing my butt off. I scooped up the spider throwing it out the window.

“You bloody better wash your hands, missy!” she stuttered as I got to the sink. I laughed again, washing my hands. I could hear Will panting, probably from all the screaming. Then I heard something else. It sounded like a car pulling up outside. I quickly dried my hands and ran to the door hoping to see Matt. But as I opened the door, the postman, Jack, stood there laughing.

“What?”

“Have you e- even s- seen your... hair!” he said laughing at me like a mad person on drugs.

“I’m guessing it’s a mess by the way you’re looking at me.” I giggled. He nodded, still laughing.

“So this is for you from a guy named Matt? I think that was it.” He said starting to calm down. I grabbed what he had in his hand- flowers. White roses in a floral pink box with Bumblebee engraved into it. They were absolutely beautiful. A note sticky taped to one of the roses said to my girl. We’d been on one date. I mean these roses were adorable but I barely knew him. No, that wasn’t true, we spent almost 2 hours talking about ourselves to each other. I knew him better then I knew myself.

I smiled and waved good bye to Jack. I dug out my phone from my pocket and texted Matt- I had his number from when he called- saying,

*Thanks 4 roses. They’re perfect. <3 ur girl x*

I walked back into the lounge to find Will sitting on the sofa, still in her PJ’s. She looked really upset but quickly ran upstairs. I followed her, wanting to know what was wrong.

“Will, I saw your face back there. What’s up?” I whispered trying not to upset her more.

“You’re so lucky.” She said quietly, a tear rolling down her face. Willow was strong and very rarely cried. “You’ve got the money, the band, the friends... the guy.” I was honestly really confused. Will was an independent woman who wasn’t the type for relationships.

“Will, what do you mean? Because I’m really confused.” I confessed.

“Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I mean." She snapped, "No guy wants to be in a relationship with me. They just want hook-ups, you know, no strings attached. I envy that you can get a guy to go out with you for a reason other than looks.” She said, annoyed.

“I don’t even know if he likes me for any other reason than looks. I hope he does but if he doesn’t that’s really too bad for me.” She gave me a not-helping look. “I’m not helping am I?” she shook her head another tear rolling down he cheek and off her face.

“I’m a pretty girl. I not being arrogant but I’m a pretty girl. That’s what guys see. The pretty girl. It’s the red hair and the big boobs. It tricks guys into thinking I’m someone else. Into thinking that I don’t want to do something with my life. When guys’ looking at me like this... it’s so degrading. It’s horrible.” I never knew she felt like that. I felt awful for not realising.

“I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me earlier about this?” I asked again worried about her reaction.

“Because I... I thought that you’d look at me differently when I told you.”

“When you told me that you want a relationship? Do you really think I’m that shallow?” I replied, a little hurt.

“No, not when I told you that. When I told you that... that I don’t really date guys because... ” she looked strained. As if it was paining her to tell me this. “Just promise me that you won’t freak out, promise?”

“Absolutely. You can tell me anything.” I said honestly.

“Well, I don’t date guys because... I’m... I’m gay...” I was gobsmacked! To say the least! This explains a lot. She looked like she was going to break down. I pulled her into a hug and let her cry into my shoulder.

“Will’ you’re my bestest friend ever. Nothing you say will make me love you less!” She was still crying.

“Thank you.” She cried again and then I did what every good friend would do.

I took her to Ben and Jerry’s for ice-cream!