The days seemed to creep by most of the time, and they were made even slower when Lindsey wasn't home. Mom worked all day, and Sarah hadn't said so much as a word to me since that day. The only thing I was lucky to get was a glare from her. It hurt me to know she hated me. After all, we had known each other for years, and I considered her my best friend. But right now, it seemed I had lost all that.
By Sunday, three days after the possible lose of my friendship with Sarah, I swore I was going to die of boredom. Lindsey and her mom had gone up to her grandma's in another state for a while, which left just me. All by myself.
Most of the time was spent sitting outside in the back yard in the shade with music playing and a drink beside me. The days had gotten even hotter, so instead of melting by wearing shorts and a tank top, I just wore my bathing suit. Every other girl in town did the same thing, so it wasn't unusual or anything. In fact, a girl walking around not wearing one was considered unusual. It reminded me of what Miami might be like.
My phone vibrating scared the crap out of me. Somehow, it had slid off my stomach where I had placed it and down between me and the back of the couch. Then, it managed to wiggle itself under me, right near my butt. So, when it vibrated, I jumped and let out a small yelp.
Grabbing my phone off the couch, I flipped it open to see who the text was from. My face lit up when I seen the name. Lindsey. Opening it, I quickly scanned over what she wrote, and nearly jumped up and down in joy. She was coming home later today!
Hitting reply, I sent one back telling her I couldn't wait. I was dieing of boredom without her. I know she would laugh when she read it and say what she always did. "You can't die of boredom." And that would start the whole thing over once more. Our little conversation/argument about being able to die of boredom.
Minutes felt like hours as I waited impatiently for Lindsey to arrive home. It was only three in the afternoon, and she wouldn't be home till six or so. Three hours, which would feel like three days. "I need to find something to do before I lose what little sanity I have left," I said to myself, flopping down on my bed and letting my face sink into my pillow.
A familiar song echoed through the room, but I couldn't remember what it was called. When my phone rang and I heard another familiar song, I thought it was on the radio. There was no way she could really be calling me. After a few seconds, I rolled over and looked at my phone, the five letter name showing on the screen.
Sarah.
It was then my heart seemed to stop and I felt my blood turn to ice. Should I answer it, or let it go to voicemail? Taking a deep breath, I flipped it open and put it up to my ear right before it went to voicemail. "Hello?" I said, my voice shaky.
So many different scenarios were running through my mind. Some turned out good, others bad, and the rest just never seemed to end. I know it was just a second or two, but it felt like an eternity before she answered. Her familiar voice was like a wave of fresh air washing over me after being locked in a cellar for days. "Um, hey, Casey. It's Sarah," she replied, her voice a little unsure.
"Oh, hey," I said, trying to think of something better to come up with, but she beat me to it.
"Can you meet me down under the pier at four? Where we used to always go and hang out. I need to talk to you."
"Um, sure. I'll be there," I replied, millions of thoughts swirling in my mind.
"Ok, thanks. I'll see you then."
"Yea. Cya."
I waited for her to hang up first, just in case she wanted to add anything. Once I heard the line go dead, I shut my phone and stared at it in my hand. Sarah hadn't talked to me in almost four days, and now she wanted to meet me under the pier. Was it going to be something good, or bad? Was she going to tell me she hated my guts and never wanted to see me again, or that she was sorry for overreacting and getting so upset before and just wanted to be friends again? Whatever happened, it was better than sitting here wondering.
The next half hour went by quicker than I had expected. Most of the time I was laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling and into space. Sitting up, I looked at the clock and took a deep breath. It was time to get going so I could meet her. The last thing I wanted was to be late.
Grabbing a drink out of the fridge, I headed out the door and down the street. Glancing up at the sky, I noticed the dark clouds rolling in and the roar of thunder in the distance. "Guess we're gonna get a storm later," I said to myself as I continued walking.
Twenty minutes later I arrived at the pier where Sarah had told me. She wasn't there yet, which meant I wasn't late. Or maybe she wouldn't show up at all? What if she just wanted to mess with me? What if... I looked over as I heard something and seen the distinct figure walk around the corner and towards me.
My heart began beating faster the closer she got and I was sure anyone within a mile could hear it. She was wearing her pink bikini with the blue and green swirls on it and her dark brown hair was pulled up into a bun. She had put bluish-purple mascara on and eyeliner, which made her amber eyes seem to burn into me like lasers even more than normal. "I'm glad you came, Casey," she said as she stopped about three feet in front of me.
I could smell the cherry perfume she loved to wear as the wind blew my blonde hair out behind me. The air had already cooled off, which meant the storm was closing in. No doubt, by the time I go home I'd be soaked. "Of course. I mean, we're friends, right?" I replied, hoping she hadn't brought me here to tell me she never wanted to see me again.
It was quiet for a few tense moments, which made my heart start to sink. She didn't want to be friends anymore, all because of what had happened. How stupid could I be? One stupid, idiotic mistake and I lost my best friend forever.
Somewhere along the line, I had closed my eyes and looked away without even knowing it. The only reason I knew I had was because I felt cool fingers on my chin as they pulled it back around and my eyes opened as warm lips pressed against mine. But a second later they closed again and everything else seemed to melt away.
Seconds ticked by, stretching into forever. The warmth pulled away far too quickly, but we both needed to breathe. Opening my eyes, I found Sarah's staring into mine and it was quiet again, with only the sound of the waves crashing against the sand and the distant thunder.
I had no idea what to say right then. Every thought I had had, every word I could have said had all just disappeared into nothing. My mind was blank. All I could do was stare into Sarah's eyes. I looked down as I felt her cool hand take mine, then looked back up at her. "Casey, I'm sorry for how I acted and that I've been so mean to you the past couple days. It's just, I felt like my whole world had come crashing down. That I had lost any chance of ever being able to happy again. Of ever being able to be with you," said Sarah, her voice calm and sincere.
"It's ok. I can't really blame you. I mean, I would probably have done the same thing. And I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I never meant to hurt you or anything. It all just kinda, happened. Sorry," I replied.
Sarah smiled, which caused me to smiled. "Let's just leave it in the past. We're here together now, and I'm never going to let you go again," she said and pulled me to her, pressing her lips against mine again as she held my hand.
I closed my eyes once more and kissed back, letting all the worries I had had fade away. Right now, nothing could mess this up. I was happier than I had ever been, as far as I could remember.
But I was wrong. There was one thing that could mess the moment up. Something only I knew, could hear, could see. Something that would seem like such a small thing, but also one of the biggest of my life.
Lindsey.
