From Enemies to Lovers

1: Pessimist

*Warning: mature content and excessive swearing*
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11 years ago

You know when you watch a romantic movie or show and you think, "Why the fuck are they living in la la land?" Or "No relationship is ever like that!" Yeah, well I'm currently sitting beside my best friend, June, watching a movie with her.

She is squeezing the life out of her pillow while sobbing like an ugly walrus, no offence to any of the walruses, while watching the movie 'The best of me'. I mean yeah it's sad what happens to the characters but like, is that ever going to happen in real life? Maybe.

But to me? Never.

You see, I'm a very pessimistic person so whenever June has these ridiculous stories about meeting 'The one', I laugh in her face.

Maybe I'm always pessimistic because I'm such a sad little shit all the time and I have no idea why. I have nothing to be sad about but I just am. Being sad always leaves a heavy feeling in my chest so I just decided to embrace it through what I say and become a little bit of a bitch...sometimes.

I was so busy with my thoughts that I forgot that the movie had ended and June had been calling me for a while.

"Rome?"
"Rome?"
"Roooooooommmmeeeeee?"
"ROOOOOMMMMEE!" by the end she was screaming my name and I quickly came out of my weird starring contest with the wall.

"Huh? What?" I ask her. "Did you like the movie?" She asked me. "Oh. Psh. Yeah... I loved it." I say unconvincingly. "Oh really? What'd you like so much about the movie?"

Crap. I barely watched the movie and now she's asking me about it.

"Uhhhh... you see, I really liked the whole plot of the story. The directors really portrayed the whole story really nicely although I think the ending was too rushed." I quickly bullshit an answer to her.

"Huh? Really? I mean I really do agree with you. The ending could've been better." She nods to herself while telling me her point of view.

Wow. I can't believe I got away with that. This is how you prove your teacher wrong when they think you weren't paying attention. Bullshit your way out. Even if you have no idea what the fuck is happening, pretend you know what you're talking about. Fake it till you make it, amirite or amirite?

I quickly wipe an invisible sweat drop from my forehead and sigh in relief. 

"So. Rome, If you ever got a boyfriend, how long do you think it'll last?" she asked me out of nowhere. "Why're you asking?" "Just cause." "Well, you see. I think it'll last for a good few months until I catch him hooking up with the girl he told me not to worry about."

"Why do you always assume the worst? What if that doesn't happen?" "What if it does? Then?" "But what if it doesn't!" She exclaimed a little too loudly.

"Fine alright. Let's bet on it. If I ever, and I mean ever date someone and they end up cheating on me, you owe me... a brand new car! Oh and I get to choose!"

"What! What do you mean a new car! I don't have that kind of money!" She exclaims loudly. "Ugh. Fine. Then you owe me... a dare!"

"How the hell did you go from me buying you a car to me owing you a dare? Well if I'm not losing a couple thousand dollars then I guess I accept." She tells me. "But if that doesn't happen, then you have to let me give you a whole wardrobe change. And I mean it." She looks at me seriously.

"Hey! I know I dress like crap but seriously? Why are you like this!" "A deal's a deal." She smirks at me smugly. I sigh heavily and rethink my options.

Should I back out now?

Nah. I won't. This time I can feel it in my large ventricles all the way to my gallbladder that I'm right.

"Ok deal."

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