The Camera Never Lies| ON HOLD

Don't end up like Augustus Gloop.

Know what you want, but never truly have it.

"So, are you coming to New York or not?", I ask lily as I irritably hold my phone to my ear. Lily is annoying me with her typical answers that never actually specify anything. She is the complete opposite to my blunt self and it's in moments like these where I thoroughly question my sanity.

"Ugh, I guess? I have the tickets and stuff- my parents said yes as well. I'll be visiting for fall break you lucky devil! Especially seeing as my hours at the mall have totally payed off. I could be buying a laptop but no, I bought tickets to visit you in New York instead!"

"Gee thanks, I feel privileged. Stay safe on your journey and I'll see you in a week, make sure to text me about Zackary."

I hang up the phone and flop like a fish out of water on to the misshapen heap of my bed. Fall break is in a week and I've been at Farleen High for a week now. I know, why didn't I leave for New York after fall break? A fresh start and all that crap. I guess my family couldn't of predicted when the company would go bankrupt so I had no choice but to leave as soon as it happened. My family were losing money, and they couldn't afford my school fees and other necessities. Where as Natalie had stepped in like a goddess and offered me an all expenses paid holiday- in New York with her.

Lily would be staying with us for five days during the last week of October- meaning I'd be spending Halloween with her. She will have to depart shortly afterwards, heading back to San Diego and to the arms of her boyfriend, Zackary. He was a cool guy, despite being your typical hipster artist. He had those typical hipster glasses and a typical flair for art and and all things retro.

We got along fairly well but he didn't go to our high school. He went to an all boys private school ten minutes away and lived in the neighbourhood next to Lily's- my neighbourhood to be exact. In fact, let me elaborate some more, hipster guy Zackary was my neighbour.

That's how him and lily had met and had soon embarked on the romantic tornado of their relationship. Four years and counting- since the first day of freshman year when lily had run to mine crying after her dead beat mother had given her a bar of nutty chocolate.
And lily was allergic to nuts.

With puffy eyes and even puffier cheeks, lily had tried to find me for some salvation. Instead she found her crush Zackary who -lo and behold- had a crush on her.

The rest is history.

Kisses on the beach, late night walks,coffee dates and study dates and parties to go to together to flaunt their relationship status history.

All thoroughly trivial and superficial acts that never really presented the amount of love they felt for each other. However, even I could admit to saying they certainly had something together. A small enigma that aligned their hearts and bound their souls.

Did I mention lily was a melodramatic diva?

Of course throughout this puzzle of trepidation and love, where was a Marilyn-shaped piece supposed to fit in?
Somehow, Lily's unwavering love towards me overcame all and I managed to fit in, albeit a little squished and maybe turned the wrong way around.

Throughout Lily's own endeavours with Zackary- I never went out with anyone. I was too much of a know it all, moody bitch. I'd more describe myself as someone with boundaries, who was also blunt and honest, oh, and I didn't give two flying fucks as to what anyone thought of me. I was no bad ass- grades were more important than heroin to me. Yet, no one pissed me off. Not that drugs should ever be considered bad ass.