When it came to Santiago, Addison enjoyed being the only person he was talking to. That, however, was something she would have to give up this weekend, because Kya was going to be with her. She was waiting for Kya at that moment, standing outside the train station with her bag. Addison watched as people rushed past with bags and suitcases and buzzing minds. Everyone was thinking about something, whether that was the time they had to go to work or someone they needed to meet. Addison was thinking about Kya, and Santiago wasn't that far behind. It made sense really. Kya was like the sister she never had and Santiago was a boy she loved. At least, she thought she loved him. She didn't think she'd ever been in love before, not really. Crushes, sure, but this was different. This felt real.
Addison felt like the physical embodiment of the word unrequited. She'd looked up the word before, just to make sure, and it had confirmed her suspicions. A feeling, especially love, not returned sounded much like herself, if she thought about it. There was no way Santiago could love her, not truthfully, because he didn't see her as a her at all. He couldn't love her if he didn't know.
Kya was approaching her, holding a massive overnight bag. "Ready to go?" She asked, pulling the bag further onto her shoulder.
"Yeah," Addison breathed.
They waited for a while for their train to be ready. There were several other people also waiting, cradling steaming cups and yawning. The entire building smelt of cheap coffee and floor wax. Someone close to Addison must have been listening to music, because she could hear the tinny sound from where she was standing. Addison and Kya talked for a while about nothing in particular. That seemed to be what most people were doing.
On the train, Kya and Addison shoved their bags overhead and sat down in their reserved seats. They pulled out the trays in front of them to act as tables. Kya pulled out a makeup bag and propped up her phone to be a mirror. Addison watched her as she applied makeup, wishing she could do the same. She couldn't though, because that wasn't who she was when she was seeing Santiago.
"Ugh, this is so much effort," Kya complained as she was mixing two foundations together.
Addison chuckled to herself. "That's what you get for being Asian."
"Half," Kya corrected, turning back to her mirror to smear more stuff on her face. "Come on, you should know this."
"I do know this," Addison said, "I didn't think I needed to specify it for you though."
Kya had got out a powder and was tapping a large brush on the side of it. "Still, I'm only blessed with the looks. Man, I wish mum had taught me Japanese. I'd seem so much cooler."
"Yeah, well at least your parents are kind of interesting. Mine are just stereotypical cereal box family material, just separated." Addison thought for a moment. "Plus, you got your mum's looks; I'm stuck here looking like my dad as a teenager."
"He doesn't look that much like you," Kya said while moving the brush over her face.
Addison scoffed. "Trust me, I found a picture of him when he was fifteen the other day, we're basically the same person."
Kya rolled her eyes. "You have half of his genes, what did you expect?"
"Better ones," Addison replied. She propped herself up on the tray with her elbow.
"Whatever," Kya said. "What are Santiago's jeans like?"
"He's Spanish, what do you think?"
"No, jeans."
"Uh," Addison blushed. "Skinny."
Kya giggled. "I knew it."
"This is going to be interesting," Addison muttered, but she meant for Kya to hear it anyway.
