I've Never Been More Sure

It's was raining. I was sitting on the couch, watching tv.
'Thank you, Andy,' the weather girl said, 'It's not going to get any better, unluckily. It probably gets worse, resulting in heavy rain and strong wind. If you can stay at home, then make sure you won't leave, and if you really need to go out, only go when it's an emergencies, because of whirlwinds and lots of hailing. In the South..-'
I turned it off. It's only worrying me more. It's 7 pm. Maybe her bike broke? Right? That could've happened. I looked around the room and sighed. I would never admit it, and I would never tell her because I'll get a "I know. You just never seem to listen to me, do you?", but it's really a mess. It's not my fault though. She's just always gone. I'm not good with living on my own. I'm trying. It's just hard, ya know? On your own. I get it, ballet is important, but I am important as-
I'm getting jealous. Great, I'm getting jealous. Jealous of what, ballet? Ha..
I mean.. I could clean the house. A bit. Before she's home. Then she doesn't need to do it. She's probably tired because of ballet anyways. Just imagine how surprised she would be.
"What's this? You cleaned the house? It's so neat! I'm so glad to share this house with you, I love you so incredibly much!" And she'll hug me and we will look into each other's eyes and then we'll kiss. Yes. That's definitely going to happen. I started smiling. I'm so dumb.
I quickly got off the couch, grabbed my phone and put on some playlist I've made a while ago, which now is filled with a lot of dumb love songs I didn't like before, but I now know them by heart. I put it as loud as possible and started replacing some stuff, throwing stuff away, and I actually cleaned the house while screaming every song that came up. The moments of realizations are the best. Realizing what you're actually doing. Why you're doing it. "Cleaning the house while screaming stupid love songs, just to impress her."
Gotta love it.
It was nearly an hour later when I heard noises from outside. I started smiling. I quickly sat down on the couch again, turned the tv on and "casually" started watching it. I heard the key opening the door, some footsteps, a jacket being thrown on the ground just like a bag, shoes were kicked off and I heard irritated sighing. She walked into the living room, not even surprised I was sitting on the couch. I could tell why she was so irritated. Not to make it sound weird, but she was wet. Her hairs, clothing, she left footsteps on the ground and looked at me like she could kill the first person who will piss her off.
'Hey, P.' I said carefully, 'Everything alright?'
'Surely looks like it, doesn't it, Amethyst?' Pearl asked, clearly being sarcastic, 'The rain just really needed to be on it's freaking worst when I need to go home.'
'Shouldn't ya..-'
'What happened to the room?' she suddenly asked and she looked around.
'Oh. Well.. Eh.. I..'
'Did you finally let someone clean it?' she asked, and her irritation was partly gone.
'Yes. Wait. No. No, I did it.'
'You did?' she asked, not really believing it.
'Yes. Yes, I did.'
'Wow, Amethyst, I'm impressed.' She chuckled and walked towards the kitchen. I smiled. I impressed her.
'Don't you need to, I dunno, need to change or something?' I asked, 'I mean, you're clothes are pretty wet. You could catch a cold.'
'Sounds like something I would say.'
'Well, that's true, because you said it to me, like, a couple times. So if I have to do it, you should too.'
'I will, Amethyst, I'll just make tea first.'
'Yeah alright.'
I could hear she was exhausted. She wasn't as cheerful as usual. I don't blame her. Her life is exhausting. After a while, she walked back to me with a cup of tea and a glass filled with some sort of soda.
'Ya know me too well.' I said and I grinned.
'Of course I do.' Pearl said and she sat down next to me, also with a small grin on her face.
'Your clothes are wet. You'll make the couch wet.' I said.
'I really don't care about that now.' Pearl said, 'I'm tired. I'll drink tea and go to bed.'
'Yeah, okay.'
There was a silence. Start a conversation, Amethyst, my god, it's not that-
'So you cleaned the house, huh?' Pearl suddenly asked.
'Yes, yes! Well, ha, yes, I did.'
'I didn't know you were capable of that.' Her small and playful smirk made me blush.
'Haha, well, ya know.. I can do that stuff too.'
There was actually a pretty nice ambience. I should flirt with her. Should I? "You know, the couch isn't the only thing you're making wet".
'How was ballet?' I asked.
'Oh, please, don't talk about ballet.' she said, 'Home should be the only place where I don't need to think about ballet.'
Home.
'I'm just being interested. I mean, you're always gone. I don't want ya to, ya know, overwork and stuff.'
'Ballet is hard, Amethyst.' Pearl said, 'You need to give everything for it. You can't suddenly quit because "it's exhausting". I'm dancing on a high level. Of course it's exhausting. But that doesn't mean I don't enjoy it, though. Ballet is still my greatest passion.'
I smiled. Pearl's eyes always twinkle when she talks about ballet like that. It's beautiful.
'This may sound weird,' I started, 'But I think you're really..-'
'Shit! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for interrupting but-' She didn't even finish her sentence and rushed towards her bag.
'W-What's wrong?' I asked and I got worried. Pearl threw all her stuff out of her bag.
'I'm.. Supposed.. To have.. A text.' she said, 'About the play?' I nodded.
There's this big ballet play coming up, and Pearl even dreams about it. I heard her talk. I, eh, I sometimes sit in front of her room, listening to her while she's sleeping. It's pretty impressive she still doesn't know.
'Where is it?!' she asked madly and she checked everywhere, 'What if it's still at ballet? Oh no, what if it's still there?!'
'Ya want me to help you?' I asked carefully.
'I.. I.. Yes, please.'
I could hear she had trouble with asking me to help her. She doesn't like to get helped, most of the time she's just like "I don't need your help, Amethyst, I am doing perfectly fine."
She never is doing perfectly fine when she says that.
'I'll look upstairs.'
'That's useless. I'm positive it's not there.'
'What do I get if it's still there?'
'Amethyst, please, I'm not in the mood for..-'
'I'm sorry. I understand. I'll be back in five seconds.'
I had a quick glare at Pearl who already lost her shit. I could comfort her. But she will get mad at me. I should be looking, not wasting time. I rushed upstairs and walked into Pearl's room. I finally had a good reason go into it and look everywhere. My room is way different, ha. Everything in Pearl's room seems organized and neat. It's a pretty, room, yes. I walked over to her bed, softly brushed it. I smiled. Pearl always sleeps here. I sat down. Laid down. Looked at the ceiling. I should be looking for her phone. Yes, I should be looking. I looked around, to her nightstand, opened some drawers and instead of a phone, I found a pink book with some glitters and cheerful stickers of flowers, stars, and little hearts. I hold it and looked at it, carefully opened it and saw pages filled with words written with Pearl's handwriting. It's a diary. Pearl has a diary? I didn't know she had one.. I should put it back. I mean, it would be really rude if I read it. Right? But she wouldn't notice. She's tired. She'll go upstairs and sleep immediately. I closed the drawers and kept holding the book close. I threw the pillows and blankets off the bed and while I did that I heard something being thrown against the wall. Fuck. I carefully replaced the blanket again and saw Pearl's phone. Oh fuck, I threw it against the wall. What if it's broken? That worry quickly went away when the phone suddenly began ringing. It was being called. It said I was calling her. I started smiling and answered.
'Hey there.' I said.
'Amethyst!' Pearl almost screamed through the phone.
'I told ya I could find it.'
'You never said that.'
'Are you sure?'
'Come down, this instant. Please.' And she hung up. I looked at the phone and the pink book, which turns out to be Pearl's diary. Then I quickly got up, went to my room, hid the diary and rushed downstairs.