Spin The Bottle

22: Show Me What I'm Looking For

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, kicking sticks and other things as I walked along the side walk back home.

"Who needs Noah? I can do what I want! I don't need him! I never have, and I never will!" I shook my head and tucked the locket in my pocket, away from view. I don't even really know why I wanted to keep it. He is such a jerk! What kind of guy turns his back on his own best friend, for some low life loser named Ian? Oh that's right. Noah. Noah does things like that.

"Yeah. So, I don't need No-" I shrieked, covering my mouth, and looked around. Then I started walking again. "I'm not even gonna say his name anymore." I huffed. Then came to a halt when I realized... I'm talking to myself. I am talking to myself! Why? I shook my head profusely and then walked faster.

I stopped in front of the door, opening it and walking into the house. It was awfully quiet down stairs, so I figured Ashlyn was still up stairs. I made my way back to my room, and blinked at the realization that everything was exactly the same.

"Oh. My. God. My room looks like a tornado, and where is she? No where in sight." I rolled my eyes, and sighed. My life is hell. I swear.

At this point all I wanted to do was sleep. So I brushed all of the stuff off of my bed and onto the floor. I sat on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes. Just as I was about to untie them, Ashlyn burst through the door.

"Emma! Where were you!? I looked all over the place! There was no one here to help me pick my outfit." I rolled my eyes, taking my shoes off. My one and only friend basically just told me to "fuck off" the last thing on my mind is her outfit.

"Boo fucking hoo. Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get. Over it," I said sarcastically, and she gasped.

"Well!" She huffed loudly, stomping over to the closet. "If that's how you feel."

"Yeah," I spat sarcastically, lying down under the cover. "that's how I feel." I have no idea why she's being such a drama queen. I'm in a really horrible mood! Can't she tell?

I closed my eyes, pulling the blanket over my head. You know what I'd like to feel? Nothing. What a beautiful thing it would be to feel nothing.

~•~

"Emma! I hope your hungry! 'cause I ordered. A feast!" I groaned and opened my eyes to a beaming Ashlyn.

"What time is it?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

"A little over eight."

"I've been sleep for that long?" She nodded.

"Yes! Now GET UP! I don't want to eat all this fattening food alone." I squinted and for the very first time realized that she had burgers, fries, Oreos, and milk shakes. I gave her a "what the hell" look and she shrugged, sitting on my bed and handed me my half.

"Who delivers Oreos?" I asked curiously and her eyes widened.

"I know a guy! Now eat." I blinked twice and then shook my head dismissively. "So..." She said nonchalantly, biting into her burger. "Where'd you go today?"

"A walk." I said, playing with my shake.

"You were gone for quite a while. Are you sure it was just l... A walk?" I cocked a brow and chuckled. This girl is a piece of work I tell you.

"Yeah. It was just a walk. Now can we drop it?"

"I take it your still having a rough week. Even after the nap."

"Yeah. A very... What-what's the word?" I asked mostly to myself then stared at the ceiling. "Eventful week."

"Want me to give you an easy solution?" She beamed, and I smiled sarcastically.