Clichéd Story of all Clichés (NaNoWriMo 2012)

3. Secrets and fighting are so stressful, and ignorance will always be bliss.

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-Secrets and fighting are so stressful, and ignorance will always be bliss-

What to do. What to do, Coca thought to herself. She didn't really believe Lindsey, but she didn't want to sound rude when she told her that.

Her phone buzzed where it lay on the bed next to her. Glancing at it, she saw she had another message from Lindsey. “Hello?! Did you get my texts?! My parents are trying to force me into an arranged marriage! I don't know what to do! I really need to talk to my best friend right now! ARE YOU THERE?!”

It had only been a few minutes from when Lindsey first dropped the (fake) news, but Coca hadn't replied to any of the texts since then.

She was a little frustrated that Lindsey was trying to trick her like this. Her and Nick always said she was gullible, but there was no way she was going to fall for this. It was obviously just a ruse.

Her phone went off again, notifying her of another text. She didn't bother checking it because she knew it would be just like every other one she'd gotten from Lindsey in the last few minutes.

She was obviously really trying to make this believable, but that's what actually solidified Coca's belief that it was fake

Lindsey never acted like this. She never got nervous or freaked out or didn't know what to do or needed someone else to help her. The fact that she had mentioned every one of those things in the texts she was sending just proved that she was trying too hard to make Coca believe her.

Now, Coca just had to figure out how to respond.

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Lindsey was in her room, pacing the floor and waiting for Coca to answer her texts. She needed to know what she was thinking. Why is she not answering me? Did she not believe me? she wondered to herself.

“No. Coca trusts me, and she always believes what I tell her,” she assured herself out loud in an attempt to reinforce the thought in her mind.

But she hasn't answered. If she believed you, she would be texting you in a frenzy trying to get all the details figured out, her mind countered.

“No. No, that's not true,” she whispered as she tried to convince herself. “Oh my God! I'm going crazy!” she whisper shouted to herself. “I'm talking to myself and hearing a voice in my head. What's next? A one stop hop to the looney bin?” she wondered aloud.

“Lindsey! You're not on the phone are you?! You know we told you not to call anyone!” her mom yelled to her from the kitchen after hearing her talking.

“No, I'm not!” she shouted back and added, “you crazy monster,” in a whisper at the end.

“Excuse me?! What was that?!” her mom called out.

“I said I'm not on the phone, mom!” she repeated, shouting even louder than she had before and letting her frustration come through, blatantly.

“Uh huh. Okay! Dinner's almost ready, honey! Why don't you come set the table?” Her mom requested of her while still yelling from the kitchen.

“Cause I don't want to see your face,” Lindsey mumbled to herself.

“Hurry up!” her mom barked out with her irritation lacing the words.

Lindsey still stalled, trying to wait for a response from Coca. For what seemed like the hundredth time, she looked at her phone for a message from her best friend.

She tried sending her one last plea before she had to go set the table for dinner. “Please. Please, answer me. I swear I'm telling the truth. I don't know what to do...”