Painful Love (MC fanfiction)

41 | Telling The Family

ASHLEY'S POV

"Oh my God, babe, did you really?" Cheyenne gasped, looking at a bright red Emily. I sat there, laughing at Emily's mortified expression. I just told Cheyenne the story of Emily vomiting all over her crush the first time they talked because she was so nervous.

I almost felt guilty because I was happy. I was laughing, I was smiling. Knowing my boyfriend was back home so after I was with them, I can go back to the boy I'm madly in love with. But I felt guilty because I was never this happy. It's weird and stupid and it doesn't make sense, I know. But then again, who questions my logic?

"What other embarrassing stories you don't mind sharing?" Cheyenne smirked, leaning her elbows on the table and her chest over her forearms. I bit my lip and put a finger to my chin to pretend as if I was thinking but Emily sat up and declared what I've said is enough. "Aw, that's no fun."

But Emily just stared at Cheyenne pouting and called her adorable. I remember once when they were being such goals and I almost started crying because I had missed Michael so much. Now, I don't mind much because I had him at home. Speaking of which, I wonder what he's doing right now. Should I text him? Eh, I'm his girlfriend. I don't care if I'm clingy.

But that's the pathetic thing. I tell myself I don't, but I know fairly well that I do.

Ash
Hey. U alright? I'm missing u

I didn't get a reply, so I decided he might be eating or sleeping or even showering. But why would he shower at 1 in the afternoon? I shrugged it off. Why do I keep stressing myself up simply by overthinking everything? Ugh, I need to get a grip on life.

"You wanna go walk around for a bit? I heard there's a birthday party going on at the park." Emily said. All the ice cream, all the candy... I need that right now. Some relax time with my friends.

"Sure, come on." I picked up my empty coffee cup to throw it in the trash, so did Emily. But Cheyenne kept hers. "Why're you keeping yours?"

"I like to keep small stuff for memories. Like movie tickets, carnival tickets, fair tickets, pictures, cups, that little stick with the flag stuff that Nando's or Johnny Rockets has. I guess you could say I'm a sentimental person." I nodded along. So she'll remember every special event she's been to, huh? Damn, I wanna start doing that too.

They held hands as they walked, but I just held onto my phone. It had Michael in it anyway, so I guess it counts. I hummed softly to myself, and this situation reminded me of Mae for some reason. I haven't seen her in a while. I haven't uploaded a video in a while, even. I wonder what happened to my passion towards singing. I guess it died down. Or did it?

They pointed to an area where there were lots of ladies with plates in their hands, a slice of cake on it accompanied by a fork. Hmm, I wonder who's birthday it was. I kind of knew everyone in this small neighborhood, and I've never heard of a birthday party until Emily mentioned of one mere minutes ago.

Emily and I greeted some of the people we recognized whereas Cheyenne hid behind Emily, walking behind her and shrinking a few centimeters shorter, head hung low and hair covering her face. I never would've guessed Cheyenne was a shy person. Or maybe she just wasn't a people person. Eh, she'll crack sooner or later as she's dating Emily.

I quickly scanned the area for food as Emily made small talk with the birthday lady, so it wouldn't seem like we came just for the food when that was the case. I found it, a beautiful three tier white cake, with colorful bright spots all over. On the top, a candle shaped as the number 37 was standing tall and proud. The cake was sat in the middle of long, rectangular table. On the remainder of the table, various, delicious looking food was served.