Becoming Hers

9

*LEXI'S POV*
"I've always wondered what my life would be like if I hadn't grown up the same way." I said, blandly explaining my thoughts to Gracie over the phone.

"What do you mean?" She asked, most likely scrunching her face up in confusion like she usually did when I said something that she didn't completely understand.

Exactly eight days had passed since the incident and the mini argument with Gracie. We hadn't spoke of it since then and honestly, we hadn't spoke as much as we usually did that last week. Our phone calls had decreased to about two a day, considering how we usually talked on the phone constantly and most nights we were up till 2am holding conversations with each other. However, that night it felt like we were back to normal, she rung me at eight and we'd been talking for nearly an hour. We didn't talk for the first ten minuter but I was just listening to her steady breathing and she was silent on the other line, probably thinking of what to say. She had to think about everything before she talked, she was always worried she'd say the wrong thing. But me on the other hand, I wasn't like that. I just said whatever came to my mind. I guess that was why I always fuck everything up all of the time.

I almost forgot we were on the phone, until she said my name.

"If I didn't have the same parents, lived in America instead of here-" I started but she jumped in.

"But then you wouldn't be you, you wouldn't be Lexi Jones." Gracie gasped, like it was actually possible for me just to become someone else over night. I wished that were true.

"That could be a good thing." I sighed, but I was only joking for her sake.

"No it isn't Lexi, your mum may be a dick but just because she made you, that doesn't mean she made you, you." I didn't think of it like that. You see, with Gracie, she always saw everything with a different perspective, always saw the best of an ugly person.

"So you're blaming me for fucking myself up?" I uttered, trying to piece things together, anything that could change the person who I had become.

"What? No of course, God no!" Gracie spluttered, obviously believing that I was serious about the situation. I knew she didn't mean that, she always said that I wasn't fucked up, but she didn't know everything I knew about myself.

"It's okay, I know what you meant." But did I actually? "I mean at least I wouldn't be as complicated," I laughed flatly.

"I like complicated." She laughed nervously joining in.

"No one ever likes complicated," I exclaimed, pointing out the obvious.

"Well maybe I'm a little complicated myself," Gracie suggested, but I immediately brushed it off. She was far from complicated, or so I thought. Just like me, she probably hadn't told me everything about herself.

"What do you mean? You're perfect." I mumbled. She really was perfect in my eyes, she achieved straight A grades and was seriously talented. She had extremely attractive features that overbalanced the few flaws she had. Of course she had flaws, because she was human, but that only made her even more perfect. She was probably seen that way by so many other people as well.

"I'm so not perfect." She squeaked, then released a sigh that mirrored some of mine. I could hear the crack in her voice which only made me more certain that there was something about her that I didn't already know.