Kimi's World

Chapter 3

Helena was accompanied by a guy who looked exactly like a darker version of Shayne Ward. My word, so cute. Helena on the other hand was a short, chubby girl with the cutest face imaginable. Sometimes I had the urge to pull her cheeks and coo her but I resisted because I knew I’d get a blue eye in exchange.

“This is my friend, whose name is really not important right now but I have to ask you something.”

I lifted my eyebrows. Wow, who dismisses cute guys like that? “Sure, go ahead.”

“Can guys and girls really be friends without developing any feelings for each other?”

“Good question. Well, yes and no. Yes, because the more time you spend with each other, the more one is likely to develop feelings for the other. No, because the more time you spend apart, the more feelings won’t develop.”

“You see? I told you she was the love doctor!” Helena said to her cute friend.

“Neither one of us were right. That’s your problem. You keep disagreeing with what I say.”

“I do not.” They completely forgot about us and left. I had to leave before she realized the fate of her assignment was still in my hands.

“Have you noticed how everybody keeps coming to me for advice?” Ever since high school, people have been asking me about their boyfriends or girlfriends and most of the time the answers were quite simple. Questions like: ‘my boyfriend has two girlfriends, what should I do?’ or ‘how do I know my crush is into me?’ Funny how I found it easy to solve other people’s problems but never my own.

“You’re the reason why some relationships are still standing, Kimi.”

Was that true? Romiley and I gave each other hugs and good wishes then parted ways. With a sigh, I caught a cab and rushed to our home in Pioneerspark. It was a pretty cool neighbourhood, I guess. Fancy and quiet... okay fine. It was way too quiet and not too fancy but livable. People didn’t walk around the streets after four (or maybe I was too busy watching Cartoon Network, uh uhm...) but still! Oh my gosh, why didn't I have a life?? Better yet, why don't I have a boyfriend?

I sulked all the way to the bedroom and forced myself not to look at the television. I was tempted to watch TV because Supernatural was about to go on in a few minutes but with the current dilemma I was in, there was seriously no hope.

The stupid PC was still frozen and I was tempted to smash it with my fist but miraculously, it switched on after about an hour of pleading and crocodile tearing. Yes! Before something happened, I saved the document on my memory stick as a backup and quickly sent the e-mail with my phone. Ah, dilemma officially over!!

“Kimi?” My mom entered my room and closed the door behind her. “We need to have a talk.” I hate that sentence. It should be banned!

“Mom, if it’s about the whole ‘get a boyfriend before you die’ thing—“

“Kimi, are you a lesbian? If you are, there is no reason to be ashamed—“

I froze. My mom thought I was a lesbian because I couldn’t get a boyfriend? Okay, something had to change around here. The Friend Zone was stupid! I had to find a way to claw myself out of it before my mom started giving me teen magazines on the best places find a great boyfriend. And apparently the places I went to were not on that list.

“Mom, I’m not a lesbian. Like I said in the car, I need to take it one day at a time.”

At that moment, my sister Kelly strode in way happier than normal. Suspicious…

“What’s up with you?” I asked, curious to know.

“I just passed my test with ninety two percent.”

Mom got all ecstatic and gave her kisses and many congratulations. (Sticking finger in mouth). Lame.

“We’ll continue this talk later, Kimi. All right?”

“Whatever.” I muttered under my breath and buried my head in the fluffy pillow. Ugh, my life sucks.

“Guess what?”

“What?”

“Chicken butt!” Kelly burst into unnecessarily loud laughter and I threw a pillow at her.

“Are you on drugs?”

“No! I just got my first boyfriend!”

My sixteen year old sister got a boyfriend before I did? And I was in varsity? Wait, was I dreaming? Tell me I’m dreaming! Oh, fate, please tell me that my life did not turn out like this! I don’t want to die an old bachelorette! Please, please, please! Crocodile tears, I need you again!

“Arlette and I were sitting at the stairs at lunch and then Julio came out of the library…” Kelly went on but I was no longer listening. My thoughts drifted into a completely different universe where only lonely people existed because everyone else was too happy to be there. At that moment, I felt like a wilting flower. Somebody bring in the Drama Club…

Location: Kimi’s room

Characters: Kimi and Kelly

Objects: A pillow + tears = a pillow soaked in tears

Scene: Kimi’s jealousy over her younger sister getting a boyfriend before she does.

“I just got my first boyfriend!” She jumped up and down excitedly and squealed in excitement which made me burn even more.

“You’re not supposed to have any boyfriends.”

“You’re not going to tell Mom, are you?” Her happiness vanished into the thick of the air and I suddenly felt bad for spoiling her good mood. Oh my gosh, I’m such a bad sister…

“I’m kidding! Of course I won’t say anything but I need you to be responsible, Kell. You’re grown up and you’re beautiful. Boys are not all about kisses and romance anymore.”

“I know. I told that to Julio before I agreed to anything.”

“And he was totally okay with it?”

“Yeah. Isn’t that great?”

“Awesome.” I said unenthusiastically as I turned away and pretended not to hear the last part. Pretty depressing, right? This seriously had to stop. I refused to sit back and watch my little sister have all the fun. I wanted to be a rebel. I wanted to sneak out, meet up with my boyfriend in a secret location and make out as he pushed me against the wall meanwhile his hands forcefully grabbed my hair in furious passion… I wanted him to text me after midnight and whisk me away on his motorbike to a club. After dancing all night, he would bring me back safely and kiss me in front of my house like he meant it. I wanted a self-destructive love affair. It had my name all over it! Kimi Lawrence and the sexy Spanish guy with the tattoo on his neck… It had to happen and this girl right here wasn’t going to stop until it did.