And One Brit...

Chapter Three

That night went by in a haze, you're not completely sure but your pretty sure you didn't sleep at all night just sat there on the edge of your bed thinking about everything and you finally realized that it was close to morning and you hadn't done anything "damn" you say under your breath crawling back into bed but it seemed like an eternity before the sun actually rose.

you finally sit up feeling just as terrible as you did a few hours ago "you need to do something" you silently told yourself but you didn't move you just sat there. after awhile there was a know on the door and Andrew pops his head in.

"What happened to you? you look like you've been hit with a truck" he says sitting beside you on the bed "thanks Andy" "don't call me that it reminds me of toy story" he says making you giggle "but seriously what have you been doing?" he asks now looking concerned "I was just thinking" "about what? and if its Chris again I swear-" you sigh and he hangs his head "look if I could help you I would but really I have talked to him about you and" you look over at him "he doesn't have feelings for you I'm sorry" he finishes and you hold your breath.

he's joking he has too right? no. wishful thinking everything he has ever done that you thought was him trying to flirt with you was all just him being friendly. "oh" you say simply and you bite your lip trying to hold back the tears, the one person in the world that you thought you could see a future with isn't even phased by you and you're merely his  friends little sister.

the hurt inside wasn't anything like you had ever felt just a dull pain that felt like it would never go away, you just looked back up at the ceiling wishing that the world would just swallow you up and you would disappear. "come here" Andrew says wrapping his arms around you but you just sit there not returning the gesture just sitting like stone.

"do you not want to go to the concert?" Andrew asks quietly but you shake your head "no I'll be fine" you shake him off you you and you walk to the bathroom silently then you break down, it wasn't like those people who cry in the movies I mean this was an ugly cry with freaky noises coming from your mouth and what was left of your makeup running down your face. "hey I'm going to leave you alone for awhile" you hear Andrew say from the other side of their door.

you didn't say anything but despite that fact that he's the one that told you Chris didn't feel the same, you weren't mad at him or Chris, you were mad at yourself you felt like it was your fault that he didn't like you that you weren't good enough for him.

you look into the mirror of course he didn't feel the same. you play with the ends of your hair "I hate you" you say silently to yourself while looking in the mirror "you're ugly and of course he doesn't like you" you mumble with tears running down your cheeks once more. "why would anyone like you" you continue "you're weak and you never have been the cute popular girl and you never will be" you keep on tearing yourself down. finally you give up and slide down and sit on the floor tears still streaming down your face, when you hear a knock on the door "Yes?" you ask and Andrew walks in quietly he doesn't say anything he just wraps you in his arms and let's you cry in his chest.