"Well you know my heart is aching You don't have to break it
If love don't change your mind
Then there's two more lonely people tonight"
- Miley Cyrus, 'Two More Lonely People'
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Life sucks.
Life sucked and it was pretty much all of my fault. Louis didn't have to say what he did to me if I wouldn't have existed in the first place. And it made no sense for me to blame my parents for me being a home-wrecker and, for once, it wouldn't even have made sense for me to blame Junior. This entire thing was a direct result of my wishful thinking.
"What the hell crawled up your ass and died?"
Classes were just about over and that meant that Keller and I had to be out of that room in almost no time. I was staying in her rented apartment a few miles away while we waited for Eleanor and Louis to tie the knot. Which I was now extra-not-happy about. Which was probably typical because I don't think that I had ever been genuinely happy for them in the first place, but still.
Were they still even going to get married? I mean, he had pretty much professed his love to me. You can't get married after saying something like that. Or maybe you could. Maybe that was how divorce happened. And oh my God, that was horrible of me.
Anyways, Keller had noticed that I had been acting a bit off for the last twenty-four hours. Or, in other words, she didn't have a choice but to notice how I looked like a hormonal teenage mess. And that sucked because I was twenty and wasn't even considered to be a teenager anymore. But I really had been moping around the apartment looking like the world had just fallen in on me and it was kind of hard to ignore someone when you lived in a cramped space with them.
"I'm fine," I sulked, wrapping a saucer in bubble wrap and setting it gently into a cardboard box.
Keller let out a groan. Part of it was because of my answer and part of it was because she had just dropped another dish. It didn't shatter into a million pieces, though. That was always a bonus. "Seriously, Hunter. I've known you for how long? I think that I'd be able to tell if you were acting differently or not."
Squash. I should have known that Keller would easily be able to call out my lie. She was a psych major and my best friend. It was like I had set myself up to lie and fail.
"Nothing's wrong. Everything is fine." Why did I choose to lie again? Did I not remember what had just happened three seconds ago? I had crashed and burned and was probably going to rot in a special layer of hell that was reserved for liars and mistresses like me although I technically wasn't Louis's mistress.
"Hunter, I will keep this up all day. You know that I am going to find out what's wrong with you. We don't keep secrets with each other," my best friend reminded her. She was right; we didn't keep secrets from each other. Which was why I knew all about her and John's rough sex and hadn't eaten anything since the day before.
Well, Hunter, you were already screwed. You might as well start explaining things now so you'd have at least one ally before Eleanor found out and used a nail-file to cut your limbs off one at a time, starting with your fingers.
"It's Louis. Louis Tomlinson." Way to clarify which Louis it was. Maybe you should add on ‘Eleanor's fiancé' at the end to make sure that Keller really got the point.
