Life's Not Fair

Chapter 8

Song for the chapter: Seasons of Love -  Glee

After the party, Danny dropped me off at my house. It was only about 10pm, but just like always, everyone in my house was already asleep.

I had texted my mom earlier, so she knew I was going to be home later that usual, though I'm sure she didn't expect nearly 10.

I made my way though the house, trying to be as quite as possible, so I didn't wake any of them. When I got to my room, I immediately closed my door behind me.

I slid down the back of my door until I was sitting on the floor. My stomach churned an it made me curl into a little ball. Why did I have to eat the ice cream?

I slowly pulled off my purse off that was slung around my torso. I took my phone out before I tossed my purse over by my desk.

I pressed the lock button on my phone, and a new message popped up. I squinted at the sudden light that came from my phone.

'I left it open' was all it said. I glanced up to see who it was from; Lance. Shit! I told him that I would come over tonight.

I wasn't really feeling the greatest, should I tell him another day? No... I couldn't... His parents would only be out of town for a few more days...

Well maybe I should just go... I mean it's not like he would make me feel worse, so what did I have to lose?

Since I already had my shoes and jacket on, I just headed over to the window. Unlocking it, pushing it open, and crawled out just like a few days ago.

I carefully shut it behind me, and headed over to the sidewalk. The streetlight still gave the street it's glow; shimmering in the moonlight.

In some ways, this night was like the last time I came over, but in other ways it was completely different. Tonight was clear, and the moon was like a spotlight in the sky.

It was also cold. The wind nipped at my skin that wasn't covered. Leaving little, frosty kisses all over my face and hands.

Since I wasn't walking through rain this time, I seemed to make better time. Only a few minutes of walking, and then I was walking up his driveway.

I stood on his front porch, and took a deep breath before reaching for the handle. I turned it, and just like he said, it was open.

Slowly, I pushed the door open. I looked around, but all of the lights were off. I made my way inside, closing the door behind me.

I made my over to where the stairs were, and sure enough there was a light on at the top of the stairs.

Smiling, I made my way up the stairs and over to the room with the light on. I turned the knob ever so carefully, and peeked inside.

Lance was lying on his bed with his computer in front of him. His phone was also plugged into a speaker that was quietly playing softer music.

I opened the door wider now, and he seemed to notice that. He glanced up and smiled at me, "I was wondering when you would get here..."

I walked over to the bed, and sat down next to him, "Well I'm here now..." He grinned back at me, "Yes you are"

I looked at his computer screen to see what he was up to. He noticed my gaze, "Research for the English paper coming up..."

It hit me then that I still wasn't feeling well, and my palms started to get sweaty. He furrowed his eyebrows at me, "You feeling alright?"

"Where's your bathroom" I replied in a shaky voice. "Last door to the right" was all I heard him say before I bolted out of his room.

I barely made it to the bathroom before I completely threw up all of that ice cream I ate at the party.

It wasn't even ten seconds later that I had run from his room, that he was knocking on the outside of the bathroom door.

After a second of him realizing that I wasn't going to answer, he came into the bathroom and sat on the floor next to me.

He reached out and held my hair with one hand and rubbed my back with the other.

I proceeded to throw up for a few more minutes. After awhile I could feel that my stomach was pretty much empty.

"What did you eat?" He asked quietly. "I-I... Umm... A pint of ice cream?" I responded. "Why did you eat a pint of ice cream? Aren't you lactose intolerant?"

I looked over at him, "Yeaaa... It was a bet" He looked at me questionably, "How much did you get paid to eat something you're allergic to?"

"Umm $200" I said shyly. He sighed standing up, letting go of my hair as he did. He didn't say anything else; he just got a glass of water and handed it to me.

Once I didn't feel sick anymore, we headed back into his room. Once we were in his room, I stopped and I looked at him. "What?" He asked.

"Why does this song sound so familiar?" I said .

The corners of his mouth twitched up ever so slightly, "Because... This was the song that was playing when we first met"

-<[ Flashback ]>-

"Come on Charlotte!!! You've gotta dance!!!" Nicole had nearly screamed in my ear. "Nah, go dance with Lilly and Chloe..." I answered back.

We had come to the party right after the first football game was over. I didn't want to come, because I hate going to stuff like this, people always end up doing stupid stuff, but my friends had begged me to come with them. Being a good friend, I came along.

I was sitting on a bench on the patio of whoever's house we were at. The back door was cracked open, so I could still hear the music, but at least out here there wasn't any bright lights, blasting speakers, or annoying teenagers.

I was looking down at the lemonade glass in my hands, so I never noticed someone else joined me outside. I only noticed when the bench moved a little when they sat down beside me.

I looked up to see a rather handsome face, with dark mysterious eyes looking at me. "Beautiful night, isn't it" he spoke. "Yea... It would be a shame to waste it" I said looking back at the cup in my hands.

He leaned back and looked around, "So what are you doing out here?" I glanced back over at him, "Just a bad day I guess... Not a bad life, just a bad day"

"I know what you mean... It's like then people keep telling you it will get better tomorrow, but the thing is, I've been through so many tomorrows, and sometimes I feel like it never changes..."

"Yea..." I breathed... How could someone I never knew, know how to say what I was feeling? The music inside softened.

He looked at me again, "Do you wanna dance with me?" I looked back at him, "Yea... Sure"

-<[ Flashback End ]>-

Here we were again, on a cold night in December, doing what we had done almost four months ago. Slow dancing to the same song. Maybe this was meant to be our song?

With my head resting on his shoulder, I sang along to the lyrics, "Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes... How do you measure, measure a year..."

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