Ultimate Confession - S. M. Casto

Ch. 9 I know

Night was setting in as the sun took a slow dive for the horizon, and with clouds rolling in it was darker than usual. The drive towards home was peaceful in spite today's early incident. Rosia was back to her old self, pigging out on fast food from Dairy Queen.

"Feeling better?" Wreath affectionately pinches her ear.

"Hmm-mmm." She nods, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.

"Take it easy, babygirl. I don't want you to choke. "

Rosia swallows down the massive lump of food - and due to its size - it was a painful descent. She inhales several deep breaths before stuffing more food into her mouth.

"Rosia," Wreath complained. "What did I say?"

"Sorry, Addie. I'm just so hungry!"

"I know." He remarked sadly.

A minute of silence (except for the music) followed.

"So . . . how's it going with Valentine?" He glances from the corner of her eye to observe her reaction, but she doesn't behave the least bit differently.

"The usual," she sighs. "He's still in denial."

"Well, it's only been a week, so there's still a chance he'll confess."

I just hope it's soon.

"Addie."

"Hmm?"

"Do you think V and I are suited for each other - disregarding what we are?"

"No."

"Addie!"

"Let me finish. The two of you were meant for each other."

She gawks at him for a moment before answering, "Laaame."

"It's the truth! Make up your mind, woman!"

"Well, it sounds so cheesy it's practically fake. I don't believe in fairy tales, Addie. I know happy endings don't always happen, at least when it comes to falling in love - not to say soulmates aren't real."

"I'll have to disagree with you on that, babygirl. Soulmates are just as mythical as fairy tales. Baby, no one is born with half of their soul missing. If that was the case, then, there would be no room for other types of love: parental, sibling, friendship, etc. They're all vital to the human spirit. We were created to have more than one kind of relationship. For every person we meet - good or bad - a new color, a new shade is added to our lives. For every person we bond with a new memory and a new reason is made.

"Regarding your relationship with Valentine, I know the two of you have your differences, but - in the words of Elizabeth Foley - the most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart."

"Yeah, well, as poetic as that sounds V and I have only known each for over four years. Is it solid enough to say that we're the best of friends? And if . . . . love grew from it?" She blushes.

"Friendship isn't about who you've known the longest. It's about who walked into your life, said 'I'm here for you,' and proved it. What about Loony? You've known her as long as you've known Valentine. Do you consider her your best friend?"

"She's more than my best friend, she's blood," she answers passionately. "And I'm not just talking about the sisterly-type. I'm gonna admit something, Addie, but I sometimes see Loony as a mom. Even though we don't look anything alike, we actually had a couple of people who thought we were mother and daughter." She giggles.

Overwhelmed by her cuteness, Wreath reaches out his hand and roughly pinches her cheek.

"Ouch! Addie!"