A/N: My first fanfic :) I hope you like it, advice / tips / comments; anything is welcome. :) Oh, I do not own anything Degrassi Related. One last thing: This story is told from 3 differen't peoples point of view's. Each chapter is someone else's. Enjoy!
Sinclair.
"After graduation we go our separate ways. Shake hands and walk away."
I didn't think about how hard that actually could be after months of this. I don't even know what this is, I'd call it a relationship but technically it wasn't. How do you end something that was nothing to begin with? That is going to be the hardest part. If you would have asked me at the Hoedown if I was going to fall for him I would have said 'No, I'll never fall for him." Ask me now if I had fallen for him I would lie right through my teeth and tell you I hadn't. I'm trying to convince other people because I can't convince myself.
I opened the door to Fiona's apartment; we never knocked or rang to door bell to each other's living spaces anymore, we were best friends there was no need to be formal or have manners. It was some unspoken rule in the 'how to be best friends' book I assumed.
I walked in, looking around there wasn't anyone from what I could see but there were some bags. Fiona must have gone shopping, that's why she called me, and she wanted to have a mini fashion show. Oh how I loved Fiona's silliness. "Fiona, I'm here." I called out into the empty space, my voice filling the room. Fiona came skipping down the stairs. She was happy; definitely shopping.
"Oh you are here!" Fiona said sarcastically, "I thought you would be too busy playing tonsil hockey with the student body president?" She raised one eyebrow. I couldn't exactly tell if Fiona was being funny or serious. I'm going to assume she is being funny until I'm given a reason not to.
That's when everything went sour. Something must have been wrong in the world, some catastrophic event must have happened. Or maybe this was karma getting back at me for all those years of being a bitch or maybe this was karma teaching me a lesson about getting involved in these types of situations. This couldn't be happening. It was happening. I was prepared for this moment to happen at graduation, not now. I was more than caught off guard, I was shocked. I must have been seeing double, this, this isn't real.
"So who's playing tonsil hockey with whom?" A male's voice echoed in my ears. Even though my back was facing the hallway opening I didn't need to turn around to see who it was, I knew. How couldn't I? That voice was distinguishable from miles away. But for some stupid reason, I still turned around. Maybe it wasn't who I thought it was. Big mistake because it was exactly who I thought it was; I shouldn't have turned around. He wasn't expecting me to be there, I could tell. When his eyes met mine, he turned a little paler and couldn't speak. I could tell he wanted to say something. In my own way I wanted to say something; I was shocked and also speechless. For what felt like hours, really one seconds, we stared at each other. Talk about awkward.
"Hi Declan." I managed to push my lips together and squeeze out two words and then turned around. It was less uncomfortable not looking at him, still he was in the room, he was in Toronto, he was in Fiona's apartment, and he was less than 20 feet from me. You know what was the worst part of all of this? Fiona didn't even tell me he was here. I shot Fiona a glare; she deserved every last bit of it.
"Hi uh Holly J." He said mumbled quietly. He was dumbfounded this was the first time I had ever seen him at a loss for words. After all, he is Declan Coyne.
"So who is kissing whom?" He asked again. Dang, I was hoping after the current events he would forget what Fiona had said. Nope, nothing ever goes my way. Never.
"Hey, who wants to see what I got from my online shopping last week?" Fiona interjected. Thank goodness, I was about to die from the awkwardness choking my neck. And Declan didn't need to know about Sav, he wasn't my boyfriend and he definitely didn't come back to fight for me when he wasn't.
Declan rolled his eyes, he scoffed "I'm going to go call mother, and possibly take a nap. I am jet lagged I haven't been on a plane in a while." He left the hallway entrance; I heard the pitter-patter of his feet walking up the stairs. Crisis avoided for now.
"I'd love to see Fiona." I smiled. I hope she didn't forget I was mad at her, because believe me I was mad. She didn't tell me he was coming. That's when it occurred to me, maybe he didn't tell her he was coming. That would be a bigger problem than her not telling me, which would have meant he was here for a reason other than Fiona dragging him down here to see her. I'm not going to rattle my brain to figure this out, I didn't care. I shouldn't care.