Frequencies [UNDER HEAVY EDITING]

February 8th - Under editing

I opened the door softly. It was late, somewhere around 3 AM, and I had no idea if Sophine would be up at this ungodly hour or not. However, when I got into the hallway, I could hear quiet voices in the living room. As I walked in, not trying to be silent now, I could see Sophine's back towards me, her long blond hair falling down over the arm on the couch. With his head on her shoulder was a brown haired boy. They were silently talking.

"Hey Soph, hey Jack." I said, causing them both to almost jump in surprise. I gave them a smile and headed upstairs instantly. Jack was sister's best friend. They'd been since the first day of kindergarten. It wasn't that weird he was here at three in the morning and frankly, I didn't care that much. Altough I did doubt whether Sophine wanted them to be only friends.

With a groan I peeled the tight black dress off, leaving it on the floor and turning on the shower. As the hot water rolled over me, I grinned thinking of the evening Luke's friends. They were mostly idiots, deceived by my looks and the fact I'm a girl, but then there were Ace and Dylan and Chaste. They were quite alright. It really was surprising how fast Luke had made it to a trustworthy friend within a month and that I even came to meet his friends. It had taken Mya three months for me to trust her properly, the band almost twenty weeks. It took Luke less than four. It must be because I feel like we're sailing the same ship, he has a kind of load similar to mine to carry around. He understood me,  and I could be my insane, messy self around him.

I wasn't in love with him. No crush, no liking,  and I didn't think that out of denial, but just because it was that way. The thought of it made me want to gag. No that he was that ugly or something, it just, we're not made for that and I hadn't even properly liked each other in over three years.

I jumped out of the shower and put on a sweat shirt and sweat pants, my favourite attire. My stomach grumbled and my feet carried me to the kitchen to make nachos with cheese when I heard a stiffled groan. On the couch was Sophine, hiding her face in a pillow with her hands in her hair. Jack was not there, he had probable gone home. I sat down beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Hey Soph, what's wrong?"

She looked up to me, smiling sadly. She didn't say something stupid like 'I'm fine' or 'nothing' but replied with, "It's a long story and probably just some teenage whining. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

I nodded instantly, not a trace of doubt on my face. "Of course Soph. If it's important to you, it matters to me. I'll go get us nachos and then you can tell me everything, alright?"

As if on que, the microwave started beeping and I went to the kitchen and took it out. The smell of melted cheese on roasted chips filled the room and normally, I would've remained standing still, just to inhalate this lifesaving scent, but now, with Sophine on the verge of crying, there was nothing else on my mind than being there for her.

With a bowl with food and two glasses of cherry coke, Soph's favourite drink, I sat down beside her again and grabbed one of her hands. "Now tell me, what's going on? Has Jack something to do with it?"

Soph bit her lip and nodded slowly. I bloody knew it. "Yeah, it's about him. Jack has a girlfriend, Laura, but she's a real bitch. She bosses him around, cheats on him, and fucking expects him to be loyal and shit." That sounded familiar, I wonder who that reminded me off. "He's been complaining about her to me for at least three fucking months, but he is just way to soft and way to nice to put an end to that hell." Sophine was the most responsible of us both and she also was fairly neat in her word use, but sometimes, at moments like this, she was foul mouthed in a way that is very similar to mine.

She gave me another sad smile. "And you know, I normally wouldn't make such a big deal out of it, I mean, his girlfriend, his trouble, but I really like Jack. And he really likes me too." She took a deep breath and looked at me with a little guilt. "We kissed...last night. After you went upstairs. And not just short. It was something I had been waiting for a very long time and, and I just can't bear him belonging to someone who doesn't even love him and treats him like shit. I can't bear him not being mine because he is too nice to break up with that bitch, Becky." She wasn't on the verge of crying anymore, she was crying. I took her in my arms and hugged her tightly, allowing her to cry as long as she wished for. For once, I felt like I was taking care of her, instead of her looking after me.