half of my heart // hs ON HOLD

five

657 Days Before

"Cheese."

"Pepperoni."

"Cheese."

"No, pepperoni."

"Pepperoni makes my hair look weird."

"Bullshit, cheese makes you smell, asshole."

"Pepperoni it is." The women with thick glasses and a smug attitude problem that could easily be changed with just a little smack glared at Harry and I as if we were doing this to torture her, and that's when I realized that I wish we went on.

"I'm still mad I didn't get cheese." Harry whispered as he sucked the life out of the striped straw. I went into detail about all the things that could go wrong with just a cheese pizza. 1. what's the point? I mean a. it's basically dough and cheese and tomato and b. that's not cool enough because 2. cheese is mainstream and 3. pepperoni has a cool look to it.

Harry threw a sugar packet at me and told me my reasoning was in fact 'fucked up', and I couldn't agree more. We dwelled on the fantastic happiness of Dr. Pepper as he explained how obnoxious his family was. I knew this wasn't the time for me to open up to him, but I didn't know how much longer I could listen.

I slurped and I sucked and I chewed on ice cubes and I blew bubbles in my drink until I realized I looked like a child- no I would've gone on but Harry stopped me, "Are you even listening."

"If you want an honest friendship here, nope." I tipped my lips a little to the side so he didn't think I was the biggest sarcastic asshole in the planet.

"You bitch." And then he threw three more packets of sugar until bugs bunny returned with a pizza with the coolest pepperonis and town and the ugliest face serving it. "How come you know every detail about my life even how I was eight pounds seven ounces and I don't even know your middle name?"

"1. I secretly hate you, 2. I don't have an interesting life, and 3." I hesitated at the disgrace of a name, "and 3. Flynn."

"Ronnie Flynn." Harry smirked and I corrected him, my disturbed name from hell, was actually Veronica Lynn, and I had never been so ashamed to have a name like that. "And come on, I basically lived in the bed of my truck for five weeks, your life has to be a little more interesting than that."

No, it really doesn't get better than being shipping out of your own house when you were seventeen for being the exact opposite of the she wolf that developed you, "I didn't know you were eight pounds seven ounces."

Harry grabbed a cheesy piece, scowling at the pepperoni's devilish meaty lips, "I didn't either," he spoke with a saucy monster haunting the world inside his tonsils, even a little grease spot on his chin still looked hotter than Ryan Gosling when he was sill young in The Notebook. "Now stop changing the topic."

His twizzlers handled the thin paper material well, scrubbing his miniature limbs off as he folding his elbows into the checkered cloth table, his fingers lazily glazing over the Parmesan shaker as a sea of diamonds searched for a key to my life inside my soulful mind.

"There isn't much to it Harry." I chewed on the tip of my straw, little bubbles with a bit of flavored syrup to match the flavor of Dr. Pepper and a tiny taste of plastic complemented my tongue as possible lies swarm to my devilish head.

And then I looked at Harry, his eyes locked on me, the way his hair fell sloppily over his ivory skin like the glaze to a doughnut, his lips twirling into a hypnotizing spell as they tipped upward the longer I stared, his eyes gleaming with something I never really found in life, and that's when I realized that I wasn't going to lose another friend because of my messed up lies and my innocent skin and my fear of the truth and memories.