My Best Friend's Girlfriend

Chapter 6

     After a while I really had to use the bathroom, so I slipped out of the bedroom. I was sneaky, or so I thought. I had my eyes to the floor, quickly tip-toeing to the bathroom, when I smacked right into Connor.

     "Lil, what's wrong?" He held my shoulders and wore a concerned look. He must have noticed my red, puffy eyes and the faint mascara streaks streaming down my face.

     I looked away, unable to hold his fixed stare. "Nothing," I answered, quietly. He put his finger under my chin and gently lifted it to meet his gaze.

     "You know you're going to tell me sometime, so why not say it now?" Damn. Why did he know me so well?

     Mustering up as much courage as I could, I forced my lips into a smile and looked into his eyes. "I'm fine. I was just reading a sad story, that's all."

    

"Okay. Well, you can always talk to me" he murmured, the look of disbelief plainly shown on his face.

"Thanks" I muttered quickly and hurried away. As soon as I was out of sight, my face twisted into a frown. How could I lie to my best friend like that? Only after I'd made it to the bathroom and locked the door, did the the first tear fall. I splashed some water on my face and looked in the mirror. I really did look horrid. My eyes were puffy and my mascara had run down my cheeks, just as I'd expected. I took some water in my hand and ran it on my arms. The frigid water was refreshing against my warm skin. After a while, I completely gave up and decided upon taking a shower. I could finally cry, as the beating of water drowned out my sobs.

     After I'd felt like I could cry no more tears, I shakily stepped out of the shower. I avoided looking at myself as I wrapped a towel around my body. I looked around for the extra clothes that I brought and then realized that I hadn't even planned on taking a shower. Wonderful. So I either had to wear the same clothes, or go out in my towel. Seeing as I was extremely anal about putting dirty clothes back on after showering, I stepped through the door, clingling the towel to my body. Cautiously looking both ways, I tip toed once again into the bedroom. Seeing as Connor wasn't anywhere in sight, I took my time putting my clothes on. After I was completely clothed, I slumped down on the bed and closed my eyes. Deep in thought, I must not have noticed the slight click of the door opening, and soon enough, Connor was whispering in my ear.

"Lil. What's wrong. You can tell me anything. You know you're my best friend."

I lifted my head up and looked at him through teary eyes. "Connor. Don't worry about it, seriously. I'm just not having the greatest day." I sounded slightly stronger now that I'd taken some time to think about things. I'd come up with the conclusion that to like my best friend in a romantic way, was completely absurd. Therefore, there was absolutely nothing to be concerned about. I could still see the disbelief coloring his face, but I ignored it. If he doesn't believe me, then so be it. I just needed to get out. Out of the house and out in to town for a day. Rolling over to face Connor, I looked into his eyes and assured him once more that I was okay. Then I stood up and walked out the bedroom, grabbing my purse on the way to the front door. It was when I got out the door that I realized I didn't have a car, nor was I going to go back inside and ask Connor for a ride. I was trying to get away, not feed my suffication in his presence. Instead of turning around and running right back into the house, I ventured on toward the town, leaving my worries and pain behind for the moment.