Queen Bitch & The Bad Boy

22*Fairytale Blue

The first place we end up in is a flower shop. Jay asks me to wait in the car so I do, suspense killing me. I silently sit in the car, dwelling over the fact that I will finally find out what happened to him. All I know is that it involves his best friend and their ex-girlfriends. He never lets on more than that and when he does, a flash of pain hits his eyes and I immediately change the subject because it hurts me to see him in pain.

After 10 minutes of waiting, Jay exits the florist holding two different types of bouquets: one of them is red rose and the other is white lilies. He places both bouquets in the back seat before taking his place again and driving back on the road. I don't ask any question as we silently drive to who knows where. I gaze out the window, feeling the thick tension and suspense in the air, blanketing us and making me feel suffocated. So I roll down my window and inhale sharply, from my perpendicular view, I notice Jay glancing at me before returning back to his stoic and tensed facial expression.

And then what happens next, shocks me.

We drive into a parking lot and Jay quietly gets out of the car, not speaking to me, as he takes out the white lilies and waits for me to exit the car. I look out into the distance and I realise that some people are hurting even when you don't realise or see it. I hook my arms through Jay's and he looks down at me, sadness clear in his green-grey eyes.

"Let's go." He croaks and I nod, wordlessly, following him into the entrance of the graveyard.

I hate graveyards ever since I was little and some memories haunt you forever. Some people just don't get better and some people are very unfortunate. After ages of walking, we finally stop in front of a grave covered with flowers, all different to each, not one is the same.

He leans down and places the white lilies on the ground then he crossed his legs, Indian style, so I follow his motions after a minute. We sit in silence and I let my eyes rake over the grave, ideas coming into my mind. It's quiet, only the sound of leaves scattering around the floor can be heard and the faint sound of horns from cars. I don't dare say a word, afraid that this moment will disappear if I do. So I stay quiet, waiting yet hoping.

"It was in our sophomore year when everything changed." Jay begins, breaking the tension, his eyes still looking at the bouquet then glancing at the grave stone. "Ze was my best friend and Waterlily was his girlfriend. I always made fun of her name and she always called me 'bluebird' since my name meant blue."

He chuckles bitterly and shake his head before carrying on with his haunted past. "We've known each other since 6th grade and been so tight as friends, they were practically my siblings. It was the summer before freshman year when Ze asked her out and she said yes. I was so happy for them, I truly was."

He choked on his words at the end so I hold his hand, squeezing it softly and send him a soft smile whist trying to fight back my tears.

"They were everyone's goals. Everyone wanted to be them and have the love they have. Their relationship never interfered in our friendship and I was so grateful for that. They helped me when my Dad left. Then I got a girlfriend."

My body stiffens at the thought of Jay dating down one else but I quickly shake that feeling away when I realise this is no time to get jealous.

"Her name was Cece Brooklyn: cheerleader, pretty and popular. Everyone said that we were soulmates, perfect match and I even began to believe them. We were dating from the end of freshman year and I was finally happy that everything was finally right. I thought I was in love with her, never did I doubt it. Then sophomore year came about and I was getting ready for Cece and Lily's 16th birthday. It was ironic how their birthday was on the same day," He shakes his head sadly and bows down, tears rolling softly down his face.