Chapter 8
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I knock tentatively on her bedroom door, hoping I can say the right things. There is no reply, so I choose to trespass inside.
"Hey," I say, standing awkwardly in the doorway. She's sprawled out on her floor, which looks uncomfortable, so I take the bed. Her wavy caramel hair is spread messily around her shoulders, but the kind of messy which is absolutely fucking adorable. Her pink lips are really attractive too. And fuck, so are her brown eyes.
"What do you want, Michael?" She snaps.
"Uh..." Wow. This whole 'saying the right things' thing is proving to be harder than I initially thought. "I'm sorry Scarlett. I didn't mean to do anything, and if I hurt you I'm sorry. It was unintentional, and I'm actually a psycho. I hope it's okay with you."
We sit in absolute silence for a minute, before I say,
"If you accept my apology, I'll take you out to Starbucks."
She's silent. I'm silent. Finally, after decades, the beautiful girl speaks up, running her slender fingers through her golden locks.
"Fine. But it's not even a friendly date. I'm doing it for coffee."
Scarlett and I actually end up having a pretty good time. It seems that caffeine perks her up a bit, which I will have to bear in mind. We are on the receiving end of several funny looks from passers by, though it is understandable why; two teenagers slurping coffee, sprawled out on the leather armchairs, not to mention the fluffy christmas pyjamas we are both wearing.
Once we get back, which is quite late considering the only reason we left was because the shop closed, we simply agree on a film to watch and lie down, entwined on the sofa. There is not even a discussion about the movie - I want to watch Tangled, Scarlett wants to watch Tangled, so of course we watch the cute Disney film.
"Jesus Christ, Flynn Rider is so fucking hot!" Scarlett exclaims, shoving a handful of popcorn in her mouth.
"Not as hot as me, right?" I joke back.
"Oh no, way hotter." She scoffs.
"Seriously?" I whine. "He's a cartoon character!"
"Aw Mikey, I was joking. You're just as cute." She cooes.
A couple of hours later, Scarlett falls asleep to the gentle murmur of the television. I look down at her, her head gently resting on my shoulder and her tiny hands wrapped around her waist, and I feel something stir in my stomach... Probably moths with cannibalistic tendencies. But then I realise something which makes me sick to the stomach. She fancies my best friend.
Fuck you, Ashton. I hate the fact the girl I practically - most likely do - love, has a thing for my best friend. It sucks, and it fucking hurts. Knowing that she's just that little bit out of my limit is painful. And I can continuously keep trying, but the exhausting attempts are going to break me eventually.
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