You're My Best Friend - Queen
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I laid in my bed, staring at my ceiling fan as the blades swirled around and around.
Dried tears from the night before were plastered on my face, regret was pulsing through me.
I shouldn't have yelled at Eddie. I shouldn't have pushed him away. I should have accepted his hug. I should have drowned myself in it.
But I didn't.
I shouldn't have gone in the first place. Watching her laugh with Eddie, and Eddie laugh back seared my heart. When she kissed him, I wanted to snap her neck. I also wanted to break down an cry. I couldn't handle any of it.
Violet was a good girl, and Eddie deserved a good girl. He deserved the best girl.
Christmas was a few days away, and I didn't have any Christmas spirit at all.
I got up from my bed, coming to a conclusion that it was time to stop moping and around and take care of my guilty feeling.
I took a deep breath and made myself decent.
Trotting downstairs, my mother smiled at me.
"Hello, Dear. Where are you headed?"
"I'm going to Bev's. Be back later!" I called to her in a hurry as I sped out the door.
I started walking towards Eddie's house, planning out what I would say.
I recited the lines out loud, "hey Eds. I'm really sorry I ran off. I shouldn't have. I just... I like you so much, and-" I groaned, cursing myself for not being able to come up with any other excuse besides 'I fucking like you and don't want you to date Violet'.
"Damn it," I murmured under my breath, putting my fingers on my temples as I tried to think of a different excuse to tell Eddie.
"Wow," a voice called from a few feet away behind me. "What's this?"
I whirled around to see Richie standing there. My jaw dropped. Had he just heard me.
"D-did you just..." my sentence trailed off, but Richie got the point.
He nodded, "yup. I heard the whole thing. What a fucking dweeb. Walking through a conversation by yourself with Eddie of all people. "That's pretty pathetic," Richie said with a chuckle.
"If you fucking tell him I'll slit your fucking neck."
Richie smirked, "bet."
I rolled my eyes, "okay I'll break your glasses. No way you'll be able to see after that, Trashmouth."
"Youch! That's aggressive Miss 'I'm Way Too Cool For Eddie But Somehow Like Him Anyway.'"
"I can't fucking help it, Dickhead!"
Richie laughed at my anger, holding my wrists so I wouldn't slap him.
I would have ripped myself out of his grasp and slapped him anyway, but unfortunately, his grasp was stronger than my resistance.
"It's okay," he said comfortingly, "it'll be okay."
I tried to make an angry face at Richie. He just laughed at me.
"Don't worry, Brandy. I won't tell anyone." My resistance slacked as Richie looked down at me.
He smirked, "I fucking knew it."
"Shut up, Bitchie. Now isn't the time. I'm going over to his house to apologize."
Richie laughed once more, "he's worried about you. You know that, right?"
