Wondering why

Part 16

"Holly, there is someone at the door for you." Kyle shouts up the stairs.

I race down and to the door, to be met with my favourite red-head. "Tracy!" "Holly!" We squealed at the same time while she pulled me in for a swift hug. Kyle was still stood by the door staring at us like we were from another galaxy. "Kyle this is my friend Tracy. Tracy, Kyle." There is a slight nod between the two of them before Kyle disappears.

"Ok so my fiancé, Jordan, he called this morning and said he wants me to come home so we can sort everything out. But I don't know if I want to sort it out." Tracy's blue eyes were bright with interest. Just like Tracy, she cuts to the point, no wasting time with her.

"Um if you don't mind me asking what is the 'minor problems' you're having?" I ask.

"You're going to think I'm an idiot." Tracy releases a sigh, "There are no problems. Everything's perfect. Too perfect. We're getting married in two months, and there are no problems whatsoever."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"Exactly. Everyone dreams of having the perfect relationship and getting married and committing themselves for the rest of their lives. But I'm just scared."

"So really you're scared of the commitment?"

She scowls, "Don't say it like that, you make it sound like I'd rather go slag it off" We went and sat on the steps at the front of the house leading up to the front door. "Don't get me wrong, I love Jordan. But is until I die necessary?"

"You don't sound very sure." I am being so useless butting in with my stupid useless questions and one-liners.

"No I'm sure- I don't know." She sighs and pulls at her red curls. "I don't know if I'm ready. I'm only twenty-one. And everyone wants this big white wedding, with all the second cousins and long-lost high school friends. His mum has literally taken over everything and I just don't feel like it's my wedding anymore. I haven't even had a chance to go wedding dress shopping yet." I have no experience in anything like this, I am in no position to give advice. "Ok enough talk on my boring wedding plans, let's go do something fun."

"What do you mean by something fun?" I cocked an eyebrow in question.

That was in fact a stupid question. Tracy has a younger brother, so something fun meant something stupid. Her face lit up like a child after a visit from Santa clause, and then morphed into an evil smirk. My head was screaming, Holly get the hell out of here before you lose a limb. Tracy obviously picked up on my distressed expression, "Don't worry I will go easy on you." She pulled out her phone from her purse and started to dial a number.

The phone rung three times before someone picked up, "Hello, this is The Teen Hotline how may I help you?" A sweet sounding lady said over the phone.

For a moment I thought I knew where this was going, until Tracy let out an earth shattering scream. "HELP ME!" she cried through the phone.

"What's wrong? You have to tell me what's wrong, so can help you. Please calm down, we can get through this!" The woman over the phone pleaded.

Tracy portrayed herself with such conviction. She was now whimpering through the phone, Tracy gave me a quick wink before she continued her little act, "You have to help me. I am so scared!"

"What are you afraid of?"

Tracy grinned before stamping her healed boot into the ground and screaming again. The woman on the other side of the line sounded like she was having a panic attack. "Ther...There's," She stuttered, "a racoon on my couch." I clamped my hand over my mouth to stop the laughter from erupting from my mouth.