Between The Lines

twenty three

        Three words. One Breathe. Eight Words. And about seven hours i didn't get because of it. I was in utter awe, there was no possible way for me to respond without sounds like some sort of alien thing. So you know what i did?

        I ran.

        fast.

        Hearing him say he loved me didnt scare me, per say, just made me feel very nervous. No one other then my friends and family had ever said they loved me before. I didn't know how to react, so i just ran. I know it probably make me look insane but i didn't know what else to think, i was numb. 

        So i did the one thing i knew would make it all better. So here i am, sitting in my car, singing along to Meghan Trainor's 'Dear Future Husband' and tapping my fingers on the wheel. Grace had called me after the whole Noah thing and asked me to come over, so i am.

        I take out the key i have to her apartment and walk in.

        "Hello?" I call.

        "In here" Grace yells, i follow the sound into her bathroom. I find her sitting on her toliet with her leg on the ledge, painting them red.

        "Hey bae" I greet.

        "Hey" She says, her voice muffled by her knee as she looks down on her toes.

        "How was work?" She asks,

        "It was.." I trail, "Okay"

        "Okay" She says, "Spill"

        "What?"

        "Soph" She says, "I've known you since the sixth grade, pretty sure i know when something is wrong with you"

        I sigh and lean against the ledge of her sink, "Okay fine"

        "You can sit if you wanna" She says, pointing to the ledge of the sink, the bun on the top of her head bouncing. 

        I slide on the counter top and cross my ankles. "Noah and I talked"

        "Okay.. and?"

        "Well" I clear my throat, suddenly nervous. "I guess while i was home, Britt and Cynthia, the girl from the club, they went over to his house and... yeah?"

        "And what?" Grace asks, confused.

        "It"

        "It?" Grace asks, then her eyes widen, "OH"

        "Yeah" I sigh.

        "Girl when these nails dry, you know whats gonna happen? I'm gonna get a knife and cut of his-"

        "Grace" I laugh, "Theres more"

        She stays silent.

        "When i was trying to leave and get away from him, he said something... to me"

        "What did he say?"

        "He loved me"

        Grace just blinks at me, then blinks again.  "I don't really know how to react to that Soph"

        "I know right" I smile a little, "I just turned and ran to my car"

        "So what are you gonna do?" Grace asks, running her thumb nail along the sides of her toe, getting the extra polish.

        "I was planning on going home after i was done here and maybe order some chinese food-"

        "No" She laughs, "I mean with Noah, he loves you Soph"

        "I know" I sigh, "But he slept with someone. Well, two girls.. at one time"

        "Britt really is desperate if she's willing to not only sleep with a guy who has someone, but it's not even real sex, it's like some group thing" Grace shakes her head, "It's gross"

        "I dont know what to do Gracie" I groan, hanging my head back.

        "Well" She starts, "If you just go to him he isnt getting punished for sleeping with Cynthia and Britt, you need to make him pay for it, in a sense. If you go back and act like everything is okay, then he might actually begin to think sleeping with girls like that is okay and he might even do it again. So i guess what im trying to say is,make him work for it" 

        "And you think this will work?" I ask, "Like for real?"

        "I know it will" Grace says, screwing the top of the polish back on the bottle, "Guys are just dumb asses like that"

        I giggle, "Amen sister"

        "Knock Knock" The bathroom door opens and Thomas sticks his head in, giving us his cute little grin. This guy is like a small child.

        "Babe!" Grace smiles, standing, minding her toes and grabs a hold of his tie and kisses his lips. 

        "You look wonderful this evening" He smiles, she blushes.

        "Stop" She giggles, "I'm in sweat pants"

        "How are you Soph?" He asks.

        "Alright" I answer, "You?"

        "Good" 

        "Oh!" Grace yells, "Babe, will you go grab my phone off the charger?"

        "Sure"

        "Thanks" She smiles, then turns to me, "Give that Peter guy from home a call, make Noah jealous maybe even put him in your place"

        "I'll think about it" I smile

        "Good girl"

        "I gotta go and feed Buffy" I say, sliding off the counter.

        "Okay Soph" Grace smiles, "Call me if you need anything"

        "I shall"