Take A Chance

Our Thing

We hobble on outside and this time honey pulls up a cab. I didn't pay attention to the driver and she payed. The driver didn't say anything to me.

The trip felt like it was a quiz. Why did this happen? When did this happen? Questions being shot at me. I told her everything how me met, how he acted, how the boys acted, that they don't like me, everything. The quiz took up the whole car trip because I went into such detail.

Sometimes when I talk, not often but I hear a slight echo repeating what I said. That happened in the taxi, I didn't take much notice of the repetition. We finally got out at my apartment black. We say our thank you's and slide out of the cab. Honey hasn't been to the apartment in so long.

"I hope you have looked after all my furniture," she says knowing that I did.

"Of course I did my little honey bear," I say poking her cheeks and making fun of her height.

She just laughs, it used to bother her but I think she has matured. We walk I through the door, into to elevator, go to my floor and wa la. We are here.

"It's like nothing has changed," she says walking through the door.

"That's because nothing has," I say laughing. Oh I missed her so much I'm so glad she is with me because now I don't have to struggle through life by myself. Just because I'm the older sister doesn't mean I'm the most confident and stunning. She has ticked those boxes and I fill in the rest.

"Sunna what is this?" She says picking up the papers off my table. Oh I forgot to move them.

"Yeah well I'm kinda."

"In debt! Do you need my help?"

"Uhh, well."

"Okay I'm your new room mate, even though I hate renting places," she says cutting me off.

'Thank you' I mouth to her. She is a great sister because she knows how to fix everything.

"Can I have your phone?" She questions to me and of corse I give it to her I trust her with my life. I chuck her the phone and she catches it.

"I'm going to text Luke about tomorrow," she says to me.

"Ok but say it's from you."

"Will do."

I sit down on the couch and breath out. I might have a boyfriend, I know I'm not very good under pressure but I have been doing well for the past few days.

I have only just met him and I like him.

He likes me and he just met me.

I'm not sure if this is the right decision, he could be an axe murder, but the probability of that is very low.

I think.

He's famous will I be able to cope with it, constant interviews, always having to look my best.

I always look my best anyway.

I'm kind of scared what if he doesn't have enough time for me.

What if he expects me to do everything for him, I can barley survive on my own.

What if he doesn't like Honey, well the others don't like me anyway.

I'm going to get the boys to like me.

They haven't actually said that they don't like me they just don't know me.

They are going to get to know me and love me, well I hope so.

I swear my little Honey Bear is a mind reader because she sits next to me and says "he likes you, it will all work out. Don't worry."

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

DON'T WORRY!

Is that all she can say. I'm freaking out!

Saying 'don't worry ' makes me worry. It does nothing for my self-esteem. But I try to forget it anyway.

"Okay, let's get your room ready," I say but she's already half way to the spear room. She put her bags on the ground and she opens the closet. There a few hangers in this empty closet.

"Oh I almost forgot," I say walking into my room. "These don't fit anymore," I say as I dump about 60 pieces of clothing on her bed. "You can go through it and pick the ones you like, the ones you don't will just get reused somehow."

"Thank you, this is why I love coming to see you, there is always free clothing," we both laugh and then start to get serious.

We go through the shorts, skirts, dresses, belts, scarfs, hats, pants, play suits and shoes. There are so many clothes, it's like a mini mall in her size.

Honey's POV

Every time there is a long period of time from when I see Sunna to when I do, she gets loads of clothes for me. I never have to shop. I'm set for life. It's a bit cold in LA but not too cold. We start to go through the clothes and I carefully pick what I'm going to wear tomorrow. I want to make a good impression this might be Sunna's first boyfriend. I don't want him to think I have no style and my older sister does. She's so perfect I can't believe she hasn't had a boyfriend. She's everything I'm not and I envy her.

"So what should I wear?"

"Well you could wear this black and white stripped shirt with these black high waisted shorts. You need a bit of colour." She says rummaging through the clothes. "This blue jacket with the same tone blue heels, you will look stunning. Black, white and blue. Perfect with your skin," she says getting all expert like around me. I can just understand her.

"What about accessories?" I say joining in on the expertise train.

"This white belt. Done it's perfect." She says putting it all on a hanger or two.

"This is why I love you," I yawn.

"I love you too, but you are going to bed right now. Right this second."

"Okay, okay. Night."

"Night night honey bear, look for the sunshine in the early morning." I love what she said, that's what our parents used to say to us when we went to bed. Our two names in one. Sunshine is what I call her and she calls me Honey bear. That's our thing.