"But... I can't. We can't be anymore." Just as he said that a single tear slipped down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away.
"What..? What happened? Did I do something?" We were so happy just now.
"No. You didn't do anything."
"Why?" I dare not let a...
I called in sick at work today. Judging from my voice they probably thought it was better if I stay home. I cried myself to sleep yesterday. The last person I loved was now gone. I'm a mess right now.
Andrea called me yesterday. After Marvin left me broken into a million little pieces. I somehow managed to convince her to stay. Tomorrow her parents were throwing their anniversary party. I wanted her here but I can't call her here for my self. Not when she should be celebrating with her family.
Family.
How I wish my mum was here with me. I miss her every day. I still remember how she was an independent woman. But I lost her. Right now if I get my father I will gladly be with him. But her left me and mum a long time ago.
Whenever I'm finally happy a 'But' comes out of nowhere and everything is destroyed. I just want to be happy. But one or the other thing won't let me.
Suddenly my phone starts to ring. Clay is calling. I hesitantly pick up.
"Guess what? Lemme tell you! I SCORED A DATE WITH BRANDON!!"
A chuckle escapes from me. "I know."
"YOU KN- You have been crying?"
"No?"
There is silence for a while before he says anything. "What happened?"
"It's nothing"
"Is Andrea with you? Never mind she's with her parents."
"I'm okay. Really."
"Uh-huh. And I poop rainbows."
For some reason the last statement makes me laugh.
"Look! I made you laugh!"
"Thanks."
"Oh honey, thank me later." With that, he hung up.
The way he hung up all of a sudden was weird but I decided to ignore it.
___
There was a tapping sound on my window and a silhouette of a man. Then he lifted the window and rolled in. Just as I'm about to scream he speaks up.
"Don't scream!" What the hell is Clay doing here?
"Clay? You scared the shit out of me!"
"Oops...?" It sounded more like a question than an exclamation.
"Why didn't you just use the door as a normal, sane person would?"
"Well, I did try using the door. I was ringing the bell for five minutes straight, then when nobody answered the door I tried walking past it like a ghost. I failed."
I didn't want to get out of my bed so I didn't answer the door. I'm not gonna tell him that. It will just confirm his theory of me being sad and lonely. Which I am.
"I did not hear the bell ringing." I lied.
"LIAR! You're playing with your fingers. You always do that when you are lying."
Damn it. "Whaaaaaat? What are you talking about?" I tried to play dumb. Failing miserably.
"Yeah, sure." He is not buying it. "Get out of your bed and go take a shower."
"But I don't want to."
He gave me a look which I can't deny. I huffed. "Fine."
"Good."
___
Once I'm done with my shower I get in my bathrobe and tie my hair in a towel. Walking in my room I see Clay lying comfortably under my covers using his phone with a dress on top of the sheets.
"What's all this about?" I asked gesturing to the dress.
"We are going out of this house." He gets out of the bed and walks towards the door. "Oh, and the shoes are near the bathroom door. Get ready and come down I'll blow dry your hair." He was out the second he finished his sentence.
Okay so, I don't really see a way out of this and I this the distraction might prove out to be good after all.
Keeping that in mind I quickly change into the dress. It is a simple black knee-length dress with lace petals on top. Paired with black high heels.
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Wearing the dress and heels with the towel still wrapped around my head I go down the stairs. To find Clay on my couch with my hair dryer in his hands.
"Where do I plug it?" He asked me looking around with a confused face.
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"'Rock Hard'? Seriously? Couldn't they come up with something better?" I asked incuriously.
"There's nothing in names. Let's go. And by the way, if anyone asks you tell then I'm seeing someone or just plain ol' 'he's taken'" Clay told me. Adding a wink to the last statement.
I rolled my eyes at that. "Whatever."
Hooking his hand through mine he pulled me in the club.
"Let's go chat about hot guys!" He said in a fake, high pitched, girly voice.
I laughed at that. "What the hell was that?"
"Isn't that what girls chat about most of the time?"
"Noooo..." I replied back like a toddler. That just made him grin wider than before if that was even possible.
He is my other best friend now. I'm really lucky to have best friends like them. I don't know and don't know what I will be doing now with Clay and Andrea.
"Let's go get drunk!"
"Of course Clay. Why not. I've got nothing to lose."
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It's been a looooong while. Clay and I had a looooooot of shots. Like a looot. We were completely wasted. It's a good thing we came here by cab and not my bike.
I was barely standing straight. If I didn't have experience of being in heels as much as I do I would have probably would have fallen face-first by now.
Or I would not be smiling if I was not had any experience of being drunk with high heels on and having a broken heart because of losing an important person.
My eyes locked with another drunk person with familiar sky blue eyes and dark brown hairs.
