Emily’s face was hidden in my coat, her small arms wrapped around my body. I held her close to me, stroking her soft, long hair. Her body shook as she let out held-in sobs.
I felt like a horrible boyfriend. I had no idea what to say to Emily. I wish I could be of more help. I just didn’t know how to help; I had no idea what had gone on between them. I had only received the minor details; I didn’t know Vanessa had completely avoided Emily for a month!
Emily finally stopped crying and she pulled away from my grip. I unraveled my arms as Emily quietly sniffled and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. She used the sleeve of her jumper to wipe off her soaked cheeks. She finally looked at me with glimmering eyes.
“Emily, what was going on between you and Vanessa?” I think that it’s about time that I knew what had really happened because you pretty much told me nothing,” I said.
“We’ve been busy over the last few days and it just didn’t come up,” she lied. I frowned, “Did it sound like I was asking for a reason? No, I just want to know what’s been going on between you two.”
Emily sighed, “Fine, but this may take a while, so let’s sit down. I’m all tired out from crying,” she admitted, taking my hand. She led me to her bed and motioned for me to sit down with her.
I wanted to pull her onto my lap and kiss her cheek from behind. I wanted to have her bury her face into my shirt, no, I want her to be turning to other way, so I can see her beautiful eyes. I wanted her to tell me the story and then the tears would roll down her cheeks. I would press my lips against her cheek, kissing away the salty tears. I would give her the perfect advice and she would tell me how much she loves me, then I’d say the same to her. But, this isn’t my dream world. I can’t be so intimate and say such things to her yet; we’ve just started dating. She would be all creeped out and break up with me.
“Tell me everything,” I commanded.
“Well, it all started when Harry broke up with Vanessa. She wasn’t sad, no, she never gets sad. She usually fakes happiness or is emotionless. She’s good at masking emotions and doesn’t give a damn about anyone. That’s just her personality, and I’m used to it. It didn’t really bother me until now. But, when she got furious, it was frightening. She started yelling about pretty much everything. She would just yell about everything she hated and that night… she hated absolutely everything. She yelled about how messy the room was, even if nothing was out of place. Then, she yelled about how much she hated Harry. I tried to ask her why she was mad at Harry, but she just screamed at me to shut up, and I immediately fell silent. I decided that it was a good diea to just her get her anger out. She rampaged around the room, knocking down everything in her path. I was worried that someone would get mad at us for being loud, and then she finally told me. She first fell silent. I looked at her, waiting to see what she would say. Finally Vanessa snapped and told me that Harry had broken up with her. I really don’t know why she was so mad about it. She’s the type of girl that could get any boy she wanted because she’s so pretty… It was just how she was and it never really bothered me. Then, another idea came into my head, what if she hurt Harry? I probably should’ve been thinking about my best friend then instead of I was thinking about Harry. I just couldn’t think of him as the guy that would break up with her for no reason… I was wondering if Vanessa did something to him. I ran my big mouth and asked if she did something to Harry. I could see a flicker of something in her eyes, so that obviously meant something to her. But, she just got mad at me and yelled about leaving. I didn’t think she was actually serious, but then she started packing, I begged her to stop, reminding her of our long friendship, but she didn’t seem to care. I was begging her, but she just started packing her suitcase with her belongings, and in a couple minutes, she was out the door. She hasn’t really talked to me much at all since then.”
“That doesn’t make sense… something really bad must’ve happened between Vanessa and Harry… I don’t know whose fault it was in that relationship, it might have even been both,” I replied. Emily slowly nodded in reply.
“Do you still want to go partying tonight?” I asked.
“Yeah, we might as well. I don’t want this event to ruin our night. It will be nice to finally get out and enjoy ourselves, besides, we’ve never actually been on a date,” Emily pointed out. My eyes widened, “We haven’t have we?”
“Unless you count going to your place, then no,” she replied. I really do need to plan an actual date soon. I don’t think partying on New Year’s Eve really counts. I want it to be special.
“We probably should go get ready,” Emily suggested, “You can go get dressed in my bathroom while I pick out some sort of outfit… I don’t think I have any good dresses so I’ll see if Vanessa left any I can wear… she’s skinnier than me but I think I could possibly fit one of them.”
I didn’t really know what to say to Emily. She was completely fine with the way she looked, so I wasn’t sure what I should tell her when she said stuff like that. I decided to just let it slide and go get ready.
I walked over to her bathroom with the bundle of clothes in my arms. I closed the door behind me as Emily headed over to her bathroom. I took off my other outfit and replaced it with the nicer one I picked out. I walked out and Emily was collecting all the items she needed.
“You can go ahead and get dressed in there,” I told her, because she hadn’t noticed my presence in the room. Emily turned around when she heard my voice, “Oh, okay, thanks,” she answered and headed into the bathroom.
I started walking around Emily’s room. I guess she is a bit of a neat freak. Not a thing was out of place, everything was absolutely perfect. I should’ve seen that coming… Her bed was made perfectly, not a single crease on the duvet. It was actually kind of cute to me, the way she was so neat. It was quirky, but cute and funny at the same time.
I saw that her desk was neatly arranged, a couple papers stacked on top of each other on top of a binder. They were all neatly ordered so one of the papers didn’t peak out from under the top one. A pencil was lined up with the binder, so it was completely straight. I had the urge to mess things up because it was too perfect. It was pretty funny though.
It’s weird; we seem to be kind of like opposites in some ways. Emily is neat, I’m mess, she is smart, I didn’t even finish high school, and Emily is happy, I’m going through depression. We’re opposites, but I still can’t stop loving her.
I looked at the small nightstand beside her bed. I saw her phone was by her alarm clock. The time read 8:30 at night and there was a couple different items on her nightstand. One happened to be a notebook.
I picked it up and flipped open the first page. It read ‘Emily Hart’s Diary’. I wasn’t even thinking right tonight, I knew that for sure. I flipped to the last page she wrote in.
