The Lover and The Dreamer

Chapter 6 - Sophie

Chapter 6

Sophie

The next morning, as soon as we had eaten a quick breakfast of cereal and orange juice, and had sped through our homework, we made our way down the hall towards my creative room. Passing my bedroom, I quickly closed the door and gulped nerviously. I really didn't need Alice seeing drawings after drawings of my imaginary boyfriend that I had just recently pinned up to my walls. When we reached my creative room, we went in and Alice sunk into her favorite beangbag chair, the blue one, and I took my seat in my chair at my desk. I turned my laptop on and opened Microsoft Word. My fingers hovered over the keys, and I looked at Alice expectently.

She shrugged and bit her lip. "I don't know, is this the best thing to do? What if Mitch doesn't feel the same? What if it makes our friendship awkward? And what if he does like me? Will it be-"

I cut her off by sighing. "Ice, it'll be okay. I can tell, the way he looks at you. Mitch really does like you. I've kinda known for a while that he liked you but he's given it up because he thought you thought of him as just a friend, with you always with a new guy or at least crushing on someone different. So he tried to move on with other girls."

I flicked my eyes to the laptop quickly and typed in: Tell him how you feel <3

I got up and gestured at the desk. Alice got up slowly and sat down in the chair. She read the words in the document. Everything was silent, I stood there behind her, my hands on the back of the chair and waited. She spun the chair around and looked up into my eyes, her own ones brimming with tears. We stared at each other for a while until she stood up abrubtly and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. My arms linked around her waist and she nuzzled her face into my neck.

"You really think so, Sophie?" Alice's muffled voice came from my shoulder.

"Yes. You'll feel a hundred times better after." I smiled and a tear dripped down my cheek.

"Thanks, Soph." She kissed my cheek and squeezed my hands. "I'm gonna go arrange to meet him at Starbucks later today. I love you."

The salty taste of tears slipped into my partly open lips and I wiped my eyes quickly. "I love you too, Alice. That sounds good, you go do that."

She nodded happily and ran from the room. I sunk into the chair and stared at the wall. My eyes wondered around and landed on the drawing of me and my dream. I felt the warmth of tears spilling down my cheeks again and I quickly dried them with a Kleenex. But I gave up when they rolled down my face more and more, until my hands were soaked and my vision was blurry. I took a shaky breath and flung myself from the chair to the pink beanbag chair. I buried my face in the beanbag and sobbed like I hadn't cried in years. And honestly, I hadn't. I hadn't let myself cry like this in over a year and I just let it all out. The spot where my face has been was wet and I turned over, lying sideways in it, my head tilted up at the wall. I wiped my eyes and stared at the framed drawing. I shook my head and laughed shakily.

"What was I kidding. I was fooling my stupid, idiotic self that I would ever get a boyfriend, let alone the perfect one. I might as well give up." I growled in frusteration.

I arranged the beanbags so the purple one was propping up my feet, the yellow one was under my legs, the pink one under my head, and I was clutching the blue one. I had completely run out of tears and I just lay there, feeling drained.

"Hope you have fun, Alice." I choked.

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