Bea {discontinued}

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After World History, school was over. I race down the hill, to where my dad was waiting near the car with a big smile on his face. He grabs my backpack and thrusts it into the car. My dad then opens the door for me, and proceeds to get in on his side.

"So," My dad says, "Anything planned for this weekend?"

I think for a second as my dad starts to drive. I don't have much going on right now. Except for Bea.

I remembered the note she gave me before my last class and I opened it up. On it were a series of numbers and her name scrawled near the bottom.

"Is that a boys phone number?" My dad exclaimed, "But you are too young!"

I sighed. My father was way too overprotective. I'm turning 17 in three days and my dad still thought I was 9. Yet when I thought about it, he did have a good reason. I could only see out of one eye after all!

"No, it's not," I stated,"It's only a friend of mine."

"Name?"

"Bea... Bea!"

"What kind of name is Bea Bea?" My dad laughed.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn't know this girl's last name. I frowned as we pulled into the driveway of our smaller sized house. It was one story and had two bedrooms. Nothing special.

"I don't know," I admitted.

As soon as I got inside, I ran straight into my room and closed the door. I pulled out my sleek iPhone 6. I placed Bea's phone number into a new contact. I then sent her a quick text stating, "hey! It's Lily." I swear, it wasn't even two seconds before she responded.

Hi friend! It's Bea!

I flinched at her choice of words. Are we actually friends now? I smiled. Maybe a friend I could actually count on.

•••

"This one?" I questioned.

"YES!" Bea clapped.

It was a few weeks later and we were going Homecoming dress shopping. Bea and I had only gotten closer. We seemed to go everywhere together, and not many people approved of that. My dad thought that Bea was too cheerful because she did drugs, my teachers thought we talked too much. The only people who actually liked the relationship was Bea and I.

"Hello? Lily?" Bea smiled.

"Oh!" I laughed, "Sorry, I zoned out for a minute."

"Anyway..." Bea continued, "The blue one compliments my eyes, but the red one compliments my figure..."

I zoned out again. Bea was amazing. She loves fashion and at the same time she also loves to play street hockey with me.

"So. Blue or red?" Bea asked, snapping me out of my daze.

"Blue!" I said confidently. Blue looked absolutely amazing on her.

"That's what I thought!"

I laughed. Bea had a certain thing that just made me want to smile. When I was with her, I could never be to sad. I guess you could say she brought out the best in me.

"I'll pay for it!" Bea exclaimed.

"You don't have to," I tried to argue, but I knew it was useless. Once Bea has something on her mind, she is focused on getting it done.