Black is Prettier //Pretty In Pink

Chapter 4

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"Oh."

'Oh' can mean alot of things. 'Oh' can mean you're disappointed at something, and words can't describe how displeased you are with persay, a present given to you, or a moment in time which was so unpleasant that you're left with no choice but to let out that two letter word. In this case, that's exactly what 'Oh' meant. And 'Oh' was right. Andie's voice echoed in my mind as if I was inside a cave or a really empty room instead of a crowded place that was nearly impossible to tell each voice apart. 'Oh' was all she said, as she stared with dead eyes at the two 'happy couple' who were holding each other's hands across the table. I was behind Andie, barely seeing the two stare at her with guilt in their eyes, especially Blane, as she stood like a mountain hovering both of them. A spark hit me, filled me with both disappointment and rage. And I yelled at Blane from behind Andie, pulling her slightly away to reveal my presence saying,

"Oh great. This is JUST great! I do everything I could to keep Andie from seeing you two snobs, and you blew it by opening your mouth! I, I give up. I give up!"

Suddenly I couldn't take it, I blew up a like a bomb as if I was even a huge part of their relationship. I said my speech, waved my hands in the air, then sat down on the booth that we were in earlier and sighed so loud they could've probably heard it. I couldn't hear anything come out from either parties. Not from Andie, nor Blane, even the girl he was with sat there speechless, as if she knew he had a girlfriend.

"Andie, baby, this is NOT what it looks like...!"

Blane spoke up first, hearing him let go of the girl's hand across the table and heard it slid to reach for Andie's. I was certain Andie pulled away her hand out of Blane's reach; hearing the sound of skin being touched then snached away as she said to him,

"I'm not your 'baby' Blane. I think, I never was."

She spoke in a very composed way, as if she knew from a mile away, this would happen and had prepared herself for the impact. I turned around to watch Andie while the divider blocked my view of both Blane and the girl.

"Please, let me explain, Andie."

Blane begged as he stood up from their box and reached out for Andie's hand once more, with regret in his eyes. Andie pulled away again, then said,

"You know, the other day I saw you with her, as I walked to school. I saw you two walking, being all pals in the time square. Then a few days after that I saw you two again, laughing and being all happy in this very diner. I thought, I was suddenly not good enough for you anymore, that I was being replaced with another girl, whose social status was better than mine. But Duckie made me think, maybe they were just friends hanging out, maybe I was over thinking something that could have been nothing more than friendship. Maybe I was just insecure with myself, how you're so perfect and that trully I don't deserve you. So I, changed my mind, and forgave you in the back of my head. After all, you can have girl friends as much as I have guy friends.

I saw Andie's eyes filling up with tears now, and her voice started to tremble softly as she continued on, courageously telling them how she felt.

"But then I saw you earlier today. Getting out of your perfect car which we had special moments in, with the same girl I saw the previous days. You were holding hands, and looking at each other like you were made for one other. And then I realized, I was right. And I've never felt so wrong for being right."