Under the Mask

Men in Uniform

*Lillian POV*

~Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better~

I sit in bed hugging a pillow and watch the cold, fall rain hit the window pane in fat, lazy drops.

Trafalgar hasn't gone to class in three days. Tomorrow is already Friday. What the hell happened to him? Was I too strong willed?

~And anytime you feel the pain, Hey Jude, refrain

Don't carry the world upon your shoulders

For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder~

I pick up the album and squint down at the four gentleman on the cover, "Are you mocking me with your lyrics? I am really struggling with this whole Trafalgar thing. It is not easy to not let that bother me. I put my heart on my sleeve by telling him my past and he took and just turned in into some horrible, mushy, apple sauce. If you are so great and famous what should I do?"

Surprisingly they don't respond. I am just a crazy person talking to an album.

~Hey, Jude don't let me down

You have found her, now go and get her

Remember to let her into your heart

Than you can start to make it better~

"Uggggggh fine yeah British bastards. I'll go out and do something productive about the situation." I stand up and stretch to the side cracking my back and go over to the record player and pull the needle off the record.

But what am I going to do?

I pick up my phone and tap it against my palm. I had left a few messages already; maybe I should try to call.

I hit his number and wait up for him to pick up. False hope sitting in my stomach.

"You have reach the voicemail box of. . . ." The automatic message starts to play. I swallow the lump in my throat and wait for the beep, "Ummm. . Hey Trafalgar. You haven't been to class in a few days and I am just wondering if you are okay. If you miss anymore of school, I probably will have to start tutoring you. Heh. I. . just. . . I am sorry that I upset you. Just please call me back or message me. We have to go to Luffy's party tomorrow. You promised me remember. I am really looking forward to it. Sorry I'll stop rambling. Bye."

I hang up the phone and stare at the screen for a while, deflating. Dumbass should call a girl back. Don't you know you are not supposed to make a girl worry.

I heavy emptiness sits low in my stomach.

My mind starts to replay all of the dumb things that I said to him, making my body squirm and feel claustrophobic.

I clap my hand to the side of my face, trying to prevent myself from falling into a forlorn mood.

I need to get out of here and clear my mind.

I throw my school sweater on over my t-shirt, lace up my blue converse, grab my fuchsia raincoat and transparent plastic umbrella and head out the door.

The smell of rain fills my nose and as I watch the rain slide down my umbrella.

I smile to myself already feeling better.