Part 20
Cheryl's Point of View
I was going insane. It had been a month and she still hadn't spoken to me. She hadn't even looked at me. She didn't even reply to any of my texts, phone calls or voice mails telling her how sorry I was for what happened. It was like she wanted me out her life for good now. We were back to square one, not even talking and hating each other. Well, she hated me, I didn't hate her. I couldn't hate her. She was perfect.
The girls had picked up that we were no longer talking as well, so they had taken it upon themselves to distract us from each other when we had to be together. They were trying their best, but I wish they would stop. All I wanted to do was talk to Kimberley and apologise to her, and I couldn't do that whilst they were around. Hillary must have figured out something bad had happened too, because she didn't mention anything about us not talking and she was the one who wanted us to get along in the first place.
We were starting our tour today, and I was dreading it. How were we meant to perform together when we couldn't even look at each other. I know that we used to pretend to like each other and perform fine, but now it was different. Something had actually happened. We were going to be spending the next few months together on the same bus, in the same dressing room, on the same stage. I didn't know if I'd be able to cope with it all. I wanted her. I wanted to fix this big mess that I had caused, but I couldn't because she wouldn't talk to me. I needed her, I was going crazy without her.
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I'd just finished packing for the bus. I wasn't taking much, I was used to packing light. Besides, it's not like we would be out in public much, we were moving from city to city on a tour bus, hardly anyone was going to see us. We were all meant to be meeting at Kimberley's flat in twenty minutes, and I knew I had to leave now before I was late.
“Baby, are you sure you don't want me to drive you to Kimberley's flat?” Ashley asked me for the hundredth time as I walked down the stairs, dragging my suitcase behind me.
“No, it's fine.” I thought it would be better if I didn't take Ashley with me. I thought that it might upset Kimberley if I did that and I wanted to make friends with her again, not make her hate me any more than she already does. “Thanks for the offer though.”
“I'm going to miss you so much, baby.” He pulled me in for a hug, crushing me against his chest. Ashley was sweet, but sometimes he was over affectionate. Surprisingly, I didn't think I was going to miss him that much. Lately, he had been annoying me. He hadn't been doing anything wrong, he just wasn't Kimberley and that annoyed me. I was hoping that the time away would make me relax and not be so annoyed at him.
“I'm not going to be away long. You can cope for a few months.” I replied as I pulled away from the hug a kissed him softly on the lips. “I need to go now, or I'm going to be late...”
“Bye, baby.” He kissed me again before letting me go.
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I stood outside Kimberley's front door. My palms were sweating and my heart was beating fast. I hadn't been here in ages, and it had so many good memories. I knocked on the door and waited for it to be opened. Soon enough it swung open revealing Kimberley. Her smile from her face dropped when she saw it was me and she turned and walked away, leaving the door wide open. I guessed this meant that I could go in, so I walked in, dragging my suitcase behind me.
“CHERYL!” Nicola screamed in excitement when she saw me. She ran over to me and flung her arms around my neck. “I'm so excited!”
“I would never have guessed.” I joked as I hugged her back. “Now please let go, I can't breathe!”
I had noticed that Kimberley had made herself busy in the kitchen. I'm guessing she did it so she didn't have to be in the same room as me. Nadine and Sarah followed her, claiming that they needed a drink, but I knew they were doing it so Kimberley didn't feel as if everyone cared about me and not her.
“Cheryl... I know it's none of my business, but what happened?” Nicola lead me over to the couch and sat down next to me, resting her hand on my knee.
“It's complicated, Nic.” I sighed. “Even I don't fully understand what's happened.”
“Do you think the two of you will be okay for the tour?”
“I guess so..” I shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing the answer. “I mean, we've faked before that we were friends, we can do it again.”
“Yeah, but it's different though isn't it? The two of you actually got to know each other and grew closer. Now, she can't even be in the same room as you.”
“Kimberley's a good actress, she'll be able to perform on stage. Everything will be fine, babe.” I shot Nicola my best reassuring smile I could manage.
“I'm worried about you, Chez...”
“Don't be. Everything will be fine.” I repeated.
“Okay, but if you ever need to talk to me, you know I'm here for you right?”
“Course I know that, Nic. You're like my little sister. I'll always come to talk to you before I go to anyone else. I love you.”
“I love you too.” She replied as she hugged me tightly.
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We were all on the bus, travelling to somewhere. Hillary had told us where we were going, but I wasn't paying attention. To me, it didn't really matter. Nadine, Nicola and Sarah had all run down to the bottom of the bus to choose their beds. I didn't go because Kimberley wasn't going. She was sitting on one of the couches, sitting as far away from me as she could even though I was on the other one.
“Kimberley... please talk to me.” I whispered, breaking the silence between us. It was a weak attempt in getting her to speak to me, but I had to try. I needed her. She turned her head from looking out the window and looked at me. I could see the pain in her eyes, and I knew she wasn't coping with any of this well. “I'm so sorry... for everything.” I could see the tears running down her cheeks, causing me to start crying as well. Why did I have to f*ck everything up? Everything was going fine, but I had to ruin it all. I watched as Kimberley got up and walked straight passed me, heading for the bathroom. When the door closed, I drew my knees up to my chest, hugging them tightly and kept on crying.
