Julia's POV
"How's it going?" I made small talk as we walked down the street.
"What do you mean?" She smiled.
"Are you over with that ass already?" I said in pure shock. She nodded.
"Hard to believe,isn't it?" She smiled,showing her pearls.
"I'm proud of you," I said. Then,I remembered her and John being suspicious. I, of course had to ask her. "What's up with you and John?"
"What? You're crazy. Just because I fancy him a wee bit doesn't mean I like him." She scoffed.
"Um, I'm pretty sure that's what it means," I smiled,not letting this go. She turned her head to me as we walked down a cobbled up hill. She gave me an unamused face. "Alright,say what you need to say." She said.
"I'm not mad or anything. I mean,it's none of my business. But I did notice you were holding his hands the whole time and blushing from time to time." I said casually.
"So what? We hold hands too,it's not like we're in love with each other." She said,grabbing my hands and gesturing to us.
"Don't deny it," I said. "You have to tell me,and I'll tell you."
She blinked one slow motioned blink, taking in my offer.
"Deal."
We linked arms and started telling each other's stories. She'd go first then I'd share mine just to be fair. It was as if we were 6 at the playground,talking about our crushes and about that boy that gave us cooties. But, I've only known Marie for almost 3 years. Instead, it feels like a lifetime.
"I can't believe you kissed him."
"I can't believe you like John."
"I can't help that he's dreamy. He really stood up for me. You should've been there when the fight happened. You should've seen the look on Steven's face."
I said, "I wish I was there. Who knew you would actually like John. It's a wonder."
"And I can't believe you snogged him!" She exclaimed excitedly.
"Woah,woah,woah, 'snogged' isn't the word that I was going for." I fought, defending myself.
"Okay,you kissed him." She rolled her eyes. "What next?"
"Then I ran up the stairs because I was embarrassed."
"Why would you be embarrassed? I thought you like him." She teased.
"You know exactly why." I pressed, not wanting to mention it again. Not long more and I'm gone. From London at least. It's completely sad. I know.
It was supposed to be an easy thing until I met the most down to earth human beings on the planet, Brady and Marie. They made me feel at home right away. I still remembered the day when Marie begged me to come live with her because we had so much in common that she just couldn't let me wander away. I guess I should tell the story again. I had a small place of my own back then, it was fit for one person. It was a good apartment but Marie was very insisting. I hesitated at first,but soon gave in.
It was the best and worst decision of my entire life.
I, of course told her that if I were to live with her, I'd have to chip in for the bills. Only an asshole wouldn't. She was already being so kind in letting me live with her. We ain't talking about crashing at her place. We're talking about living together. For almost two years now. We ended up being the best of friends. We were really, really good friends. So much until all our neighbours in the building would call us "the two walking glue sticks" just because we were stuck together like glue. We'd never leave each other's side. Then, she'd introduce me to everyone at work, including Brady. At the time, Marie too didn't know Brady all too well. They were friends from high school but didn't know each other very well. But eventually, the three of us would become the trio that never broke apart from each other. It wasn't two anymore. Now it was the three of us. I hope that never changes.
I mean, I have a couple of good friends at home in Washington DC. We still talk regularly, and Skype on the daily. I don't have a best friend in Washington DC. Only good friends. Marie and Brady made the cut. They were my official first best friends. I hadn't had one since the second grade. So,yes. Marie and Brady mean a lot to me.
That was only the best part about this whole thing. Now for the worst part... I'm not staying forever. Which you all already know by now. I will in the near future when I start saving all my money. You can bet on that. Heck, I've been saving up already. But it's still not enough to move here permanently. I need to work on that, ASAP.
My leaving will effect Marie and Brady.
And Tom.
"I'll visit you." She said quietly, as we began to take small steps down the sidewalk. At first, I didn't know what to say. She made it sound like I'll be in the hospital, too sick to move and she'll come and visit me. I shuddered at the thought of me lifeless. I was too deep in thought to think about my future departure. But, then she added, "I'll force Brady too, if I have to. We'll work the weekends, so we'd have enough money to visit you. We'll make sure of it. "
I smiled. Then, I laughed. I genuinely laughed. She hates working on the weekends. And here she's telling me that she'll do it just for a visit. Isn't she great? She'd do anything for her friends, I know. I'd do anything for mine too. "I'll be saving up to move here for good."
"So, that's our plan?" She questioned. I nodded.
After a while, she suddenly said, "You know, you were suppose to stay friends." She said rolling her eyes. I was perplexed at what she had said, it didn't click at first. Then, I understood what she meant.
"I know. I'm sorry. He made the move first. It wasn't suppose to happen. Everything is a mess." I mumbled.
"You seem to really fancy him," she smiled, trying to make things better.
"I don't know what we are."
"I think you should go ask him," she dared. "Tonight."
"I'm too chicken!" I complained.
"I'll be there if he says something stupid." Marie said as if it was the most obvious thing. I smiled in response. I relinked our arms together and found a florist shop. "Ooooooh, lets get peonies for our coffee table."
Tonight.
I hope he says yes.
Wait, no.
It wouldn't be very wise to create a relationship since I'm leaving in about a month's time. There is absolutely NO point in being serious as I've said many chapters ago. But, I want to. I want him.
I can't.
It'll only hurt us both. It's inevitable.
"Marie, I need advice."
"Hit me with it."
