The Wrong Best Friend

Chapter Thirty Eight: Not Really A Fan Of Slobby Kisses

CHAPTER 38: Not Really A Fan of  Slobby Kisses.

"And it's warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted
All at once everything is different."
-Tangled.

Relationships are rocky little things. Its willingly giving someone the power to make or break you. It has the immense power to make you smile, to make you laugh, to be comforted in times of need, it makes you feel like you belong. Sometimes watching them smile over a distance at you makes your heart go crazy, the soft crinkles around their eyes when they laugh at something you said. Its a flutter of emotions that don't really need a reason to come alive.

But there's also a not-so-good side of a relationship. Its a commitment, sometimes its being strong for both when the other person lacks, its being forgiving, its being aware of how much on a string your heart is hanging. Sometimes they treasure it, sometimes you get nothing but disappointment in return.

I've seen my mum, the nights she spent crying over her heart, it was hard to watch her, the pain was unforgiving, relentless, but she made it. She may never forget the way my Dad made her feel entirely, but that doesn't stop her from cherishing the good times, the fact she hasn't turned down their wedding picture that stands proud on her bedstand is proof enough.

Watching Kelly last night was somewhat like watching my Mum. She was unravelling and I had such an urge to call up Mason cause let's be honest, he's the only one who could have calmed her down, and because it was partially his fault and the boy who is miles apart, probably trying to mend his own heart.

She left early this morning no matter how much I persuaded her not to, but I get it, sometimes all you want is your own company to heal your broken self.

I sleepily walk down to the kitchen, still in my pyjamas, yawning and rubbing my eyes. Will is already scarfing down his breakfast, dressed in a blue button down and chinos, hair perfectly tousled up. When realisation sweeps over me, I let out a loud squeal which makes him jump and curse under his breath.

“You're going on a date! What the hell Will? How come I don't know about this?”

He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, a small blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Uh—I um..”

“And you're stuttering! Is it the same girl from the wedding and the party? What about her boyfriend?” I take a seat across from his and steal his coffee to take a sip. He glares at me but the look of total awe returns.

Aw.

“Uh yeah. They're not together anymore. And it's not a date-date, we're just hanging out.” he looks everywhere but at me.

I point at him. “You clearly didn't get the memo.”

He looks down and his eyes turn panicked. “What do you mean? Is this too much? Should I change? Shit. I don't have time, I have to pick her up and I don't wanna be late. She'll probably think I'm not serious or something.” he rambles and I chuckle.

“Chill. You look adorable.”

“Not exactly the look I was going for.” he pouts.

I give him a flat stare in return. “You're my brother, I'm not calling you hot.”

He climbs out of his seat and nervously smoothens his pants. “Wish me luck.”