Terrible Things ( Deeply being edited but hope you enjoy!)

Chapter 22

  I was in front of my yard, after finally managing to find the time to clean up the junk people threw, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around. " Oh, Carol!" I exclaimed, taking off my work gloves. " What're you doing here?"

  He hair had been cut, and it floated brilliantly around her head. Her face seemed lighter, as if a large weight had been lifted off her shoulders. " Oh, I'm fine!" she replied. " I just wanted to see how you were doing."

 I brushed my hair back. " Oh, I'm doing great. I've just been working here, because, well, you know, people throw stuff into my yard a lot."

 She nodded. " Yeah, that must suck." She leaned in, a big grin on her face. " How about you and Michael?"

  I nearly choked on air. " Oh!! Uh...." Well...this was embarrassing.

 She folded her arms neatly. " You don't think I'm mad, do you?"

  " Well, I mean..."

  Her eyes widened. " Oh hon, no. I couldn't possibly be mad at my greatest ship ever."

  " You ship us?" I was startled, my face turning red. " But you guys were dating!"

  " Don't tell me how to live my life. Besides," she winked, " he's not my type."

   " Is that why you broke it off with him?"

  " That, and I could see he obviously liked you better, even though you BOTH denied it. I wasn't going to stand in the way of that. I'm not a jerk." She examined her fingernails. " I have a boyfriend now anyways."

 I regained my posture, and smiled. " Ooh, what's his name??" I questioned.

 " Dan. He's literally the sweetest guy ever. I mean, just look!" She pulled out her phone, flipped through some pictures, and came to one of her and Dan. Dan had short, dark blue hair ( he dyed it, obviously), and big brown eyes. They were both laughing, Carol with her hand on her mouth as she attempted to take a picture of them. He looked as though he was trying to cover his face, but failed. " Isn't he cute!" she squealed. 

  I nodded. " Got yourself a winner right there."

  " Yep. Say..." She glanced at my yard. " You wouldn't have any time to come to the ice-cream place, would ya? I can ask Dan if you'll ask Michael."

  I thought about it. My dad wouldn't talk to me, but I'd figure that maybe I could talk to him tonight. I had some things I needed to say. " Sure," I responded.

 " Cool! See ya at 4!"