The Boy With Green Eyes

Chapter 26: Walking On Air

Woo! Another update haha. Okay, so I started uni 3 days ago and already I dislike having work to do every day :/ but it also means I won't get as much time to write unfortunately :( I will try and write when I can (like write now) but my updates won't be as frequent as they have been over the past couple months. 

But I'll try my best! 

Love you all

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The weekend hit me hard, like a slap in the face. Literally. Adam woke me up on Saturday morning by slapping me in the face with a cold pancake. Feels really odd, I'll tell you now. I responded by ripping said pancake and shoving it up his nose. Safe to say, he didn't like that, so now I'm watching my back every five seconds. My parents weren't too happy about the pancake incident. So they banned us both from the kitchen. No baking therapy for me. When I actually got out of bed, two hours after he pancake slapped me, I trudged to the bathroom to shower. My face felt all sticky and smelt like maple syrup. I had a sneaking suspicion that was Adam having put topping on the pancake first.

After washing everything, I stepped out, wrapping a towel around my body and wiping the condensation off the mirror so I could see myself as I fixed my hair first. What I didn't bet on was another person's reflection being in the mirror. I nearly screamed with surprise because yes, I'd gotten used to ghosts popping up out of no where, but in my bathroom when I technically didn't have any clothes on? Come on. Clamping a hand over my mouth, I calmed my breathing. Seriously, this was not good for my health. It wasn't as if the girl behind me was unfamiliar. I knew her incredibly well. But it was still a shock to find her in my bathroom. She found it very amusing, stifling giggles with her hand.

And she still had that darn French lilt.

Yvonne finally stopped laughing but had a huge grin on her face. I spun around and smacked her in the side of her head. Not too hard, that's mean, but she was already dead so what more harm could I really do? She cringed and instinctively brought her hand up to where I hit.

"Nice to see you too Terrie." Damn her and her accent making everything sound so much nicer and innocent.

"Yeah, well, I need to change, go out into my room and I'll come and hug you properly when I have clothes on," I suggested. Thankfully, she obliged and left me to put my dark blue, high waisted shorts and white crop top on. Once dressed, I exited the bathroom and went back to my bedroom to find Yvonne sitting on my bed looking through the photos Jude had given me. She was one of the people who could go through my things and I wouldn't mind. She looked up at me  as I entered the room, turquoise eyes bright and content. That was one of the things so unique about her, her eyes could distinguish her from the crowd in an instant. They hooked the guys in every time.

She got up, placing the images down carefully and I ran over to embrace her in a tight hug. She returned it, a flood of emotions running through me. A mixture of happiness, sadness, longing and avoidance ran through my head, confusing me. I couldn't let myself grow too close to her again; it'd just hurt more when she left. Though staring at her now, I knew that was going to be an impossibility. She used to be my best friend. She was the girl I'd run to after something cute happened with Jude, if my parents were away I'd stay at her place, she knew things before I even figured them out. Hair was tied in a low, side ponytail and a cute turquoise dress adorned her petite figure. She was one of those girls who could eat the world yet never gain a pound. I envied her for that, but it also meant she had no boobs. Well, she had boobs, they just weren't very big. She never cared and it didn't stop the boys pining after her.