My Not So Ordinary Life

Chapter Eleven

"Bella?" I hear a girls voice say my name.

"Emma?" I automatically say before thinking about it. She peers out of the corner and I slide the knife behind me back onto the counter. "Emma!" I say relieved. I run over and give her a hug.

"I've missed you!" She says as we pull away. "I haven't seen you in forever. The concert was really the last time we've hung out. I mean, I saw you when the firefighters were here, but we really didn't get a chance to catch up."

"Yeah, I know," I say with my heart sinking. I can't tell her what happened. Where I've been. I'm not allowed to tell her anything. My best friend. She knows me better than I know myself, and I can't tell her my big secret. And Harry lied to her, saying I went with my parents on their trip. "I came home early from my parents trip," I sighed. "I got bored of being there and when I got back that's when the fire happened, so we had to repaint my room." I feel awful for lying to her. I've never lied to my best friend before. Even when I had, she can see through me. I wonder if she'll read through me now. I mean, technically if Emma guesses what's going on, that's not me telling her. So it should be ok, right?

"What color did you paint it?" She asks with a smile on her face.

I put on a fake smile and say, "It's galaxy colored. Want to go take a look?"

She beamed when I said that and darted to my room.

I walked slowly up to my room as Emma peers around the corner of the staircase. "Wow, it looks great! So this is what you and Dylan have been working on?"

"Yeah," I say with false enthusiasm.

Luckily, Emma doesn't notice the pain I'm in.

"Where is Dylan, anyways?" She asks me.

"I don't actually know," I tell her.

"What do you mean?"

"He said he was going out, and left."

"You didn't ask him?"

I tried, but he slammed the door and left me here, I thought. "Nah, why bother?" I tell her.

"Is the paint dry yet?"

"I don't think so. I don't want to risk it though, that's why everything is a mess in the middle of the room," I say sitting on my bed.

Emma sat next to me and said, "so, are you going to tell me the details on you and Harry?"

"What do you mean?" I answered her way to quickly. She's going to notice I'm acting weird if I keep my attitude up. Before she could answer, I said, "there's nothing going on between me and him. I told him I liked him, and then the subject changed. I don't think he likes me back."

"The last time I saw you, it looked like there was something going on between you two that you didn't want anyone to know. So I'm just curious. And I, as your best friend, know that you're going to spill," Emma says with a bug smile spreading across her face.

I smile and retreat. "Ok. So he was here last night helping me and Dylan paint my room. He told me not to mention his name when you were on the phone, but I don't think it's anything serious that I can't tell you now. We finished late last night and I don't remember when he left because I think I fell asleep on the couch. Dylan left about an hour ago, and since then, I've just been thinking. My brain has been so messed up lately that when I heard the garage door open, I didn't know it was you. But I'm so glad you're here now, and we definitely need to have a girls' day with just the two of us."

"That's what I was hoping for," Emma says. "Have you checked instagram recently?"

"No, not since the morning after the concert, why?"