take care of my girl

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"no, you're not leaving. You just are not leaving. You can't do this to me. Is this how a best friend shows how she loves her best friend?" Heather cries and I hand her another tissue box. She takes it and pulls out five tissues altogether.
I gape at her. I knew she'd feel bad and above all, sorry for me. But, what I didn't expect was for her to start shedding tears.
It takes me another ten minutes to break the ice between us.

"Heather, I'm not enjoying this." I say.
"Then let me talk to your dad!" She whines and I feel like smiling proudly at my best friend. I will never be able to doubt our friendship now.

"You know how much I want you to. But, dad is adamant. He booked our tickets first thing in the morning following the night we had that illogical conversation." I sit down beside her. She keeps her head on my shoulder and gives me a side hug.
"I'll miss you." She says like a kid.
"Heath, don't do this to me. Please. It's already killing me. Pray that I don't become a murderer in London."
"Murderer?" She snickers.
"Yeah. Who knows, killing your own mother because she left you when you were eleven years old might be a crime in London. They'll hang me to death if I do that. I wanna live longer than that. Don't mention how I want to kiss Gabriel Stone before getting a forever sleep inside my coffin."

"Liana. Don't kill your mom. I owe her a big time." I frown at her.
"What? I thought that witch owed me an honest explanation."
"She gave me the world's most amazing, trustworthy, bitchy and hilarious best friend. I really am thankful to her, even if she turned out to be an immature moron."
"What movie did you watch last night? Your words are coming out to be so dramatic and cheesy." I scrunch my nose in disgust.
"Shut up, trash bag. Here I am, trying to reminisce the nine extraordinary years of our friendship. And you can't stop acting like a jerk."
"That's me. Yippeeee!"
"And what will Mason Hyde do without you? The news went off in the school and that guy had a blown up face from the beginning."
"What?"
"Yeah. People are saying that he was totally into you." She winks.
"Shut up, Heath. You know nothing's possible between us."
"Yeah, why not? Maybe that's why you both ended up eating each other's poor faces."
"I did not eat anyone's face! You know very well that I'm totally against cannibalism!"
"Chap chap! You think that I care? I've smacked myself about a gazillion times because I missed that hot make out session. Who would want to miss such a histrionic scene?!"
"You missed it because you were busy with your own sort of hot make out session with that stinky gutter pig."
"So you agree that it was hot?"
"Get the hell out of my house." She starts laughing.
***

Heather puts all my cardigans inside the suitcase and neatly folds them. I stack all my books in my shoulder bag and pick out my favorite novels. I know I'm gonna need their company when I'll no one to talk to.
The fault in our stars; check.
If I stay; check.
Paper towns; check.
Where rainbows end; check.
Just one day; check.
Rest I'll find in my phone itself.

Hazel, it seems, is quite optimistic about all this hustle and bustle. She is eager to spend some quality time with Myra. I can't blame her. She still has a young and immature mind.
I'm gonna miss my best friend so much. Even if it is a separation of one year. She's been with me through it all and has never loosened her grip around me and my life. I hope she never does.

Heather clips in the suitcase and gives out a sigh of satisfaction. It took me about two hours to command a stop to the infinite number of tears spilling out of her eyes.
Now that she's back to normal, she's decided to help me out as much as she can.

Just when I was about to thank her, my bedroom door flew open and in came the one and only, The Stinky-Hairy Gutter Pig From The Abyss!

"Hey, ladies...?" He frowns at my almost empty bedroom and gapes at the packed suitcase and shoulder bags. "Shortie, you off to somewhere?"
I look at Heather and give her a I can't handle this shit look. She sighs and turns to face Ray Mitchell.

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