What It's Like Being A Sunflower

Chapter 6- The Name's Bond, James Bond

Chapter 6- The Name's Bond, James Bond

"How do I look?" Vivian beamed standing in front of me, her hair curled and parted down the middle. Her blue eyeshadow matched her navy satin dress that landed just above her bare knees with spaghetti straps.

My best friend really did look stunning. Everyone also thought the same too. She had plenty of guys in her direction, but rejected most of them. There were a handful of guys that she dated. However, they didn't last more than a few of months.

"You look amazing," I gasped, sitting on her desk chair.

"Why aren't you dressed?" She asked distractedly, ignoring my compliment.

"I'm not going." I glanced down at my phone, still staring at the text I received from Nolan a couple of minutes ago.

I asked him if he was going, but as usual he said, 'not really my thing, hanging out with Lucas, I'm sorry.' I was beginning to get sick of all this, I just had to have the leftovers when he was enjoying himself.

"What?!" She shrieked, her eyes bulging out of their sockets. "Why would you even say that?"

"Vee, I'm not going," I repeated, not feeling in the mood to go anymore.

"It's that stupid boyfriend of yours, isn't it?" She asked, folding her arms over her chest.

Like I've mentioned before, Vivian never really liked Nolan. They've never quite got along, and would argue if they were located in the same area. She obviously never told me to break up with him, because that would just be selfish. Therefore, she had to embrace the fact that I was dating him and that I loved him.

I wasn't loving him right now however!

I responded by saying, "He's not stupid." But I knew she wasn't wrong, right now I thought he was.

"Um ... yeah he is," she retorted. "He did the same thing last year, bailing on you. And you went homecoming all by yourself."

"I had you." I was trying to find an excuse.

"Yeah, but I was dating Hunter back then, and while I was dancing with him, you sat at the table by yourself."

Hunter was one of her exes, which roughly had lasted for three months. He treated her well, but was bland as Spam. He rarely ever spoke, and they had nothing in common, resulting her to break up with him. Oh, and he also wasn't Elliot.

"Vee it's fine." I sighed. "Homecoming is stupid anyways, I'll make sure to go to prom or something."

"Why are you dating that jerk anyways?" she demanded for me to answer the question she had been asking for the past two years. "He hardly ever spends time with you."

"He's just busy,' I defended, yet again.

"It's always him being busy, yeah right. Fine." She groaned. "I'm not going too."

Hell no!

"What?!" I shrieked in a high pitched tone. "You've got to go. This could be your only chance going with Elliot. You're going, I don't care what you say. You've basically wanted this for soo long, and you're not sacrificing that for me. You can't just not go," I said stubbornly.

No way was she going to do all this because of me. She bought that dress for this special day, and so did I. But I'd either just return it, or hold onto it till prom.

"Watch me," she said, flopping on her bed and tying her loose curls up into a messy bun. "I'm not really feeling it anyways."

"You're only saying that. You've been looking forward to this for soo long, and I'm not letting you not go because of me. I mean a couple of minuets ago you were dancing around about how excited you are."