Sinking Ships

Chapter 8

❤️ Chelsea's P.O.V. ❤️

The last few weeks have been nothing but bliss. I started to act on the plan that Emelia gave me, and thought that firstly, I should work on a friendship between Evan and I. So I did. I organized countless outings together, so that we could spend more time with each other, and he never denied any of the opportunities, so I assumed he was having a good time.

Emelia is still my best friend. I know that and she knows that. I still try to spend as much time with her as I can, but I've been having so much fun with Evan, I've had to sacrifice some of my time with Emelia for him. I finally felt like we were in a position where it was safe to advance and maybe even ask him out on a date.

I did notice Emelia getting closer to a couple of other people, and it didn't initially sit well with me. But I trust her, and just decided to give her some space to breathe. Plus, I was now focused on this growing relationship between Evan and I. I feel like we've got to know everything there is to know about each other, and we've filled up knowledge on the time we missed. So now I wanted more.

It was because of all my patience to build up this friendship I was crushed when Evan started blowing me off. He didn't come into school on Wednesday and he hadn't told me anything. We had plans to go to the pier that day but I guess it got cancelled. Then yesterday, when he was back at school he didn't seem to give me any explanation. I offered to make new plans for that day and he said sure. But by the time I got home that day, he had cancelled. Maybe he was just recovering from being sick? That's the only explanation to fit his absence for him blowing me off.

Those two days allowed me to turn to Emelia and realize how much she is a part of my life and always there. And I loved her for it. She knew. So to make her feel more appreciated than she knew, I invited her over to my house today. I only told her at home room but she's used to the short notice and it shouldn't be a problem considering how close our parents were. However, I realized it was awkward. I didn't know how to approach her at first and when I did, I felt like I hadn't spoken to her in forever and I didn't know how to do it anymore.

Maybe we weren't spending enough time together. No worries, I could easily fix that. I felt like we neeeeded to talk. Especially since I needed some more advice on how to approach Evan.

🌸 Emelia's P.O.V 🌸

Today is Friday. The last day of a tiring week of school. Man do I HATE the monotony of school. My Friday began with English class. We focused on grammar rather than literature today as we do on Friday's. I couldn't keep my eyes open in the class and as soon as I was getting ready to take a nap, the bell rang and shook my bones. The school bell was really high pitched and LOUD! Two years in this school and I'm surprised I'm not deaf yet.

During break, I met Chelsea at my locker, hers was next to mine. Obviously. Despite how boring school days usually are, today was a bit different. It seemed like, just like that, I got Chelsea back. She approached me which hasn't happened in a while and she was the ones to actually arrange plans. I'm not sure if she's realized how upset I've been when we didn't talk as much, and if she even realized that we had sort of drifted apart. I figured today would be the right day to talk to her about it, since she finally seemed involved in my life and actually listened when I spoke.

"Sup girl?" She asked smiling.

As a result of being a bit more artistic, Chelsea always did better in English than I did and she was aware of my hate towards this class. I shot her a look of annoyance as I turned the dial to my locker. Whilst I was shoving books in my locker, Chelsea opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing. I looked at her with confusion, and motioned her to say what she wanted to say. Hesitantly, she said,