Sadness Inside

Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

My eyes open to notice that I was alone again. I heard the showers on and I remembered that Fred was here.

Wait...

Fred slept with me. How did that happen?! I know it doesn't seem like a big deal, but it was, to me. I've only slept with Fred twice.

Once was when we were kids and he slept over here. But we were kids, still innocent, hadn't reached puberty... And the second time was last night. I was so lazy to get up but Fred's match was today and as he said, it would mean the world if I came.

Did I even want to go? I never really understand why he wanted me around, either. I got up and sat by my table while I stare at the photograph of Mum and I. It had been twelve years but boy, it was hard to forget. Or maybe I didn't want to forget.

Every day the image of her fades. There was once Dad told me I looked so much like Mum. When I looked in the mirror, I started to see her fixing her hair, or brushing her teeth instead of myself. I lose my mind a little thinking that the image of her was one day going to be replaced with other information in my life.

I didn't want her to go. At least, not even my memory of her.

Fred got out of the toilet wearing his jersey and shorts which matches his top. His hair was still wet and it was messy since he didn't comb. He still looked so good. His skin was slightly tan and it glowed whenever the sunlight from my room window shined at him. He flipped his hair to his left and caught a glimpse of me.

He smiled at me and sat behind me on my bed, "Good morning, sleeping beauty," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and didn't bother replying. He called me that because he treated me like a princess and Sleeping Beauty was a Disney princess.

I would tell you this, Fred and I have one thing in common.

We were Disney fans.

And probably the only thing in common. I didn't like sports, I'm a bad actor, I'm not even blonde! My eyes were green while his were beautiful grey-ish blue. Those eyes... they dart everywhere exerting volts of happiness to its gaze. Mine however, just looked like the eyes of a lost puppy looking from one person to another whenever I realised I was being stared at. And behind my eyes, lies secrets and sadness inside me.

I put down the photo frame and got back in my bed. I laid down on my soft, puffy pillow. I groaned because I did not want to get up. My eyes couldn't even open because it was swollen. I didn't need to look at it to know, I could literally feel how painful it was.

"GET UP, bum! My match is in an hour and a half time!" he pushed me out of my bed and I fell face flat on the floor.

"Ou!" I shouted, but I ended up laughing along with him too. I stood up and headed for the bathroom. I stripped myself and took a shower.

As usual, I heard laughters from the room because I was singing in the shower. I got out and wore my clothes, a plain light blue t-shirt, the colour of Fred's team, and a pair of ripped shorts. I wore checkered black and pick ankle socks and a high cut black and white sneakers. Fashion was never really my thing.

Maybe if I did go to Fred's match, I would be somewhat useful, for once. I would be a support system to him as he had been for me. I wasn't going to let him down by saying no, was I?

I left a note for Dad and placed it on the fridge with a magnet. Hopefully he'll come down here to see it. I made two sandwiches, one for me and one for Fred because we definitely did not have time to go out for breakfast. We got in his car with our sandwiches and he drove off to the field.