A month passed. One month without Being with Nick. One month of being 'just friends.' One month of seeing Nick with some other girl. But, it also meant that it was 2 weeks on Nash and I. Two weeks of trying my best to forget about Nick. Two weeks of being the closest thing to happy. The thing about school was that you would see everyone. In my case, I was merely referring to Nick and whoever that girl was. She had short, shoulder length brown ombré hair and the prettiest face. She looked like a bunch of those YouTube gurus in one person. All in all, she was gorgeous. More gorgeous than I ever was, and I will ever be.
Two weeks passed. A month and two weeks without Nick. A month and two weeks of just being friends. A month and two weeks of seeing Nick with some other girl. That also meant 4 weeks of Nash and I. 4 weeks of the closest thing to happiness. The thing about school was that I'd find myself staring and Nick and his new girl friend, Stella. In my case, I was caught numerous times by a frowning Nash. The sad look in his eyes made me feel even more bad than I already did.
Another month passed. Two months and two weeks without Nick. Two months and two weeks of just being friends. Two months and two weeks of seeing Nick walk around school alone. Rumour had it that she broke up with him, using the infamous line: "It's not you, it's me." I mean, it probably was her, considering she would go and make out behind Nick's back. Everyone knew it but him. He was so clueless. But two months and two weeks also meant an ending to Nash and I. I ended it using that infamous line: "I think we're just meant to be friends." I didn't want to, I really didn't. But I had to. We only lasted a month.
Another month passed, and I was finally done with lying to myself. I finally told Nick how I felt and he said he felt the same way- but that all ended when I woke up from the dream. I couldn't look at Nick as just a friend like he suggested. Mostly because I didn't want to. I didn't want to be just friends, but it seemed like that's what he wanted us to be. I couldn't look at him anymore without feeling an overwhelming feeling of emotions. So I didn't.
My friends tried their best to cheer me up. Weekly mall trips, hanging out and numerous sleep overs. I was sure happy in the moment, but not when I was cooped up in my room like this. Spring break meant not leaving my room, unless I needed to eat or use the washroom.
"Ariana, you have to get out of there," My mom yelled as she knocked on my door.
"Mom, it's spring break. I'm watching a movie," I screamed back.
"Okay, okay. Just make sure you eat. I left lunch in the oven! I'll be at Sylvia's house. If you need me, don't hesitate to call," she stated as she opened the door a little.
"Okay mom. Thanks," I smiled.
"You know, Ariana.. If you want to talk about Nash, or about Nick, you can talk to me about it. I know this talk is more something you'd talk to your friends about, but I just want to let you know. And please do not hesitate to call me, okay? I don't want you to keep this inside, honey." She said softly as she sat on my bed beside me.
"It's fine, mom. I'm okay! I just want to finish this series so I can start a new one," I smiled. "I'm fine, I really am."
I wasn't really okay. If anything, I was miserable. Stuck in my own thoughts and sadness with no way to get out. It was like an unending pit that I just kept falling into.
She smiled sympathetically before walking out of my room.
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My friends would always show up to my house out of no where. For instance, Kiera just showed up a few minutes ago holding chips. Of course I had to let her in.
"I got a job, and they're still hiring... If you care," Kiera stated as she plopped onto the couch.
"Oh yeah? Where?" I asked.
