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Twenty-Six: When the Going Gets Rough, Join Facebook

No COC, this chapter's long enough anyways.

Chapter 26: When the Going Gets Tough, Join Facebook

“Uhhh,” I said awkwardly, searching for a way out of the hole I’ve dug myself into. “But at the same time, I’d want someone who’s spontaneous and romantic. Someone who’s a badass and bends the rules, you know? Someone who lives on adrenaline rushes, who jumps off of buildings and shit. And . . . someone who will buy me ponies when I’m upset. Yeah, that’s a bit gold-diggerish, but wishing on 11:11 hasn’t been really working out for me. Plus, it’ll give me a back up just in case my whole acting career is going down the drain,” I made up on the spot, hoping that Uranus’ hidden side wasn’t a BA too, cuz then things get REALLY uncomfortable.

When Uranus didn’t say anything, I started to worry that he thought I had a crush on him. But then he finally spoke, “So . . . you’re into guys like Houdini?” he confirmed, slightly amused at my fake version of a ‘perfect guy’.

Somehow I felt like he was still unconvinced, but I just wanted to drop this subject all together. “’Just be honest,’ you said. ‘You’ll help me,’ you said. Now I don’t know what to do about my nonexistent love life or my preference of tampons to pads,” I joked, hoping it’ll get him to shut up.

Uranus got that awkward look on his face again. “Okay, let’s just drop this whole thing. Apparently some things don’t hold true for everyone.”

“No, I’m just special,” I said haughtily.

“Walking into lamp posts has a tendency to make people that way.”

“Oh ha-ha,” I laughed humorlessly. “You need to get a new tune.” After I saw steam coming from the pot of vegetables, I walked over to the stove and turned it off.

I couldn’t but feel like the first part of my ‘perfect guy’ was a little bit true. I didn’t want a lot of mystery in relationships and Uranus seemed to tell me everything—whether I wanted to know it or not.

As much as I would like to declare my complete hatred towards him, I couldn’t. Somewhere deep down, I sort of like-liked him. I thought back to all the times that he had helped me—escaping my old group and Maria, comforting me about my mother’s death, doing Liam’s homework that one time. I knew something was there, but I couldn’t really place it until now.  

I knew it was wrong. Really wrong. The guy’s taken for Pete’s sake . . . by one of the sweetest and nicest person I’ve ever met. I wanted to slap myself for even thinking about Uranus in a romantic way, fully knowing that he has a girlfriend.

Anyways, it’s pretty useless even having a tiny crush. Holly and Uranus were totally in love.

I decided right there and then that I would get out of this stupid tiny crush while I can, before it grows into something ugly. I would hate to hurt Holly or Uranus in the future with something as miniscule as a crush. I knew that I would get hurt too if I kept this up. So if being social got me into it, then being unsocial will get me out, right?

“Hey, Trent?” The name felt foreign on my tongue, but I had to remove all social things, right? In a way ‘Uranus’ was a nickname and that showed some sort of socialness, therefore I had to stop using it.

Uran—Trent, Trent looked shocked that I used his legitimate name, and eyed me suspiciously. “The last time you used that name, you slammed a door in my face,” he mused. “Is there something wrong?”

“No, I’d just thought you’d prefer me to use your actual name,” I said nonchalantly as I strained the soup. “And I think after this is done, I have to leave.”