Another Move

Chapter Ten

*A/N I'm trying to finish this story, so I'm sorry if it turns out to be really bad. I just want to get these stories done and over with, because one, most of them are horrible, and two, I have stories I actually like that I need to work on.***

- Hazel’s Point of View -

That’s it. I’m done looking at my thighs and legs and arms and everything and beating myself up about it. As much as I don’t want to, I’m joining a gym. And I’m getting a job. I need to get going on my tumblr room and I need money for people’s birthdays. I told my friend, Amaris (who lives in Iowa in America) that I was joining a gym. She really, truly supports me, It’s nice, having people who support you. Well, would you look at that. Amaris was calling me on Skype.

“Hello Amaris!"

“Hey Hazel.”

We sat there for a little while, “So, how is the corn over there in Iowa?” I’m always making corn jokes about Iowa.

“I don’t know, I don’t watch the news. But it tastes good, that’s for sure. We had some last night. I put so much butter on my cob.” She laughed.

“That’s great.” I said, trying to think of some other topic to talk about. “Hey, isn’t your birthday coming up soon?”

“Oh, right, it is.” She didn’t sound too energetic, which she usually is when the topic of her birthday comes up.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, knowing that this isn’t the regular Amaris.

“Well…” She looked off to the side, as if I wouldn’t notice. “You know that girl Kaitlynn I told you about? Well, she kind of calls me names and stuff. And I can hear her and her stupid friend laughing at me across the hallway when I’m at my locker.”

Wow. Personally, I’ve never been bullied (surprisingly), but I’ve always felt like I need to do something about the people who are bullied. “You know, just because people might make fun of you and call you ugly names, it doesn’t mean you are ugly. Okay?”

“...Okay.”

“I mean it Amaris. Just ignore them. You’re smarter than them. And please, don’t hurt yourself. That’s the bottom line. Please, whatever you do, don’t hurt yourself.”

“Mhm.” She sniffed.

“Understood, right?”

“Yeah..”

“Good.” I told her.

“Hey Bigums.” Alexys walked into the apartment.

“Hey. Say hi to Amaris.”

“¡Hola Señorita!” Alexys shouted.

“Alright well I’m tired, so I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll talk to ya later Hazel. Bye!”

“Oh yeah, it’s really late in Iowa. “Bye! Sweet dreams.” I clicked the red button, ending the call. “So, Alexys, what have you been up to?”

Instead of telling me, she laid two sheets of paper on my lap.

“Friends..? The TV show..? Alexys, what?”

“Read the other one.”

“And How I Met Your Mother? Alexys, what is this?”

“You know how all of us are going to VidCon in a month or so? Well, I’m thinking you and I can go to America early and go to these. There’s a Friends reunion, which we’ll most likely get to meet everyone, and there’s some sort of How I Met Your Mother and you get to meet the cast for sure. So are you in or out?”

“How did you get these?”

“I know a guy who knows my cousin’s girlfriend’s mom.”

I looked at her suspiciously.

“What? I know people.”

“Sure, I’m in. Just tell me this isn’t illegal.”

“This isn’t illegal.”

“If you say so.”

“Great. Okay, have you ever wanted unnatural coloured eyes?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, I got these too.” Alexys threw two packets of purple coloured eye contacts.

“Alexys, how much was all this stuff?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about it, G. As long as you buy me an ugly Christmas sweater along with yours, we’re good.”

“Ugly Christmas sweaters?” I got up and walked into the bathroom, to try on these awesome purple contacts.

“Yeah, me you and everyone else are all wearing ugly Christmas sweaters and masks.”

“What kind of masks?”

“I get Niall. Courtney has Louis, Dan has Jenna Marbles, Phil has a cat, you get an Obama one, Jack has a Betty White one, and Finn gets a Ed Sheeran one.”

“Cool.” I finished putting the contacts in. “How do they look?” I turned to her.

“Fabulous!” She stated.

“Good. Speaking of Jack and Finn and everyone, where are they?”

“Do I look like their mother?”

“No, but we should probably know where they are.”

“Courtney and Phil are probably at Starbucks or shopping or something like that.”

“Kay.” I took the contacts out and put them back. Alexys left the bathroom and I heard the microwave going.

“You want some heated up macaroni?” She shouted.

“Sí, gracias!”