"I know how you feel," I said into the phone for the 50th time it felt like. I was laying across my bed, trying to get through yet another late night phone call. I looked over at the clock. 12:38.
"She just doesn't get it. I mean, I thought I might love her, but she always wants to fight. Plus, there is someone else that I like so much more than her, but please don't tell her that. I can't decide, because, if I left her, I know it would be for good. I would fall in love with this other girl, and that's a big commitment. It's just so hard," My best friend, Edward, said on the other side.
"I know. It sucks. I'm sorry, E." I said.
"Ya. Thanks. So, you still coming to play with us tomorrow?" He asked.
"Um, what are we playing?" I asked him, already knowing the answer.
"Soccer, of course!" He answered, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Yes. I still need some help with my Algebra 2 though. I just don't get this lesson. I will probably have the boys too," I told him.
"Ok. First, the boys are always welcome. They are to cute to say no to. Second, You come play with us, and I will help you with your Algebra 2. Deal?" He asked.
"Deal," I said smiling.
"Ok. Well I got to go. Sleep and all, you know." He laughed.
"Ya. Ok. Talk to you tomorrow. Bye."
"Bye."
With that, I hung up. I walked over to my piano, and plugged in head phones. I messed around on the keys, and words just sort of came to me.
You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset
She's going off about something that you said
She doesnt get your humor like I do
I'm in the room, its a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesnt like
And she'll never know your story like I do
But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you'll wake up and find
That what you're lookin for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me
You belong with me
I knew the song wasn't complete. It was my life, and I had no idea what happened next. I shut of the power, and un-plugged the headphones.
I lay on my bed, looking at my ceiling. Boys could be so blind sometimes. Here we were, almost 19, and they aren't any better. I had liked Edward since we met, and that was when we were 4. Him and his family were the only people that knew about my kids. Yet he still had no idea that I liked him. I was no Rachel, I guess. Rachel was Edward's girlfriend for about 2 years now. She was a cheerleader at her high school. Luckily she didn't go to our high school, but it got more complicated. Rachel was my twin sister. We were fraternal twins, and she had everything I didn't. I had always lived in her shadow. I was the girl who played sports, and made straight A's. I had brown hair and green eyes. I was so plain. Rachel had picked to go to another school, so she could be the head cheerleader. She was my best friend, but she treated Edward like trash. Just then, there was a knock on my door.
"Bella?" Rachel asked, peeking around the door. She had on short shorts and a tank top that said Head Cheerleader. Compared to me in my soccer shorts, and soccer t-shirt.
"Come in Ray." I whispered.
"Who were you talking to?" she asked, coming to sit on my bed.
"Just one of my friends." I told her. She nodded.
"Mom and Dad are fighting again. Dad left." She said, tears in her eyes. This had been going on since my kids were born. They blamed it on the stress of having to help with my kids. We all knew that wasn't it. Ray and I were almost 19, and Aiden, Jason, and Elizabeth were almost 3 now, and Mom and Dad were just helping me. Mom and Dad had never forgiven me for having them, even though it wasn't my fault. Dad left pretty much every night now. Mom has been to upset to worry about us. I had been taking care of the twins by myself.
"Ok. He will be back." I told her. Just then, two little brown haired, green eyed 2 year olds raced into the room. I was glad that they took after me. They looked like my kids, and not some stranger's for which I was thankful. The only thing different about Ray and me, and my kids was Aiden and Jason were Identical, although Lizzy wasn't of course. Only a few people could tell the boys apart, though.
"Mommy!" Aiden cried.
"Ray!" Jason joined. Aiden threw himself at me, and I laughed.
"What's wrong, kiddos?" I asked.
"To much yelling." Aiden yawned with his eyes closed. He hadn't been making eye contact much lately, and he wasn't talking as much. I was surprised he was the one to answer. I would have to remember to ask Edward when I saw him tomorrow.
"You to want to go to Edward's again?" I asked.
"Ya." Jason said, also yawning. He had become the spokes person for the two of them most the time recently.
"Ok. Let me throw some flip-flops on, and we will go." I told them. They both laid down on my bed, and dozed off.
"You go ahead. I don't want to tonight." Ray said, looking at her nails.
"Ray, maybe you should apologize. He was just trying to be funny. It was a joke." I said.
"He was making fun of my friends, and how we eat. That's not funny at all," She huffed. I sighed and gave up.
"Well at least help me get them out to the car."
"Ok."
I picked up Aiden, and Ray got Jason. I headed out of my room, and down the stairs to the front door. As I stepped out, I ran into Dad. He was obviously drunk, and not in a good mood.
"Where are you snots going?" He snarled.
"To Edward's house for the night. The boys couldn't sleep." I said, handing Aiden to Ray, not knowing where this was going. She lead them both over to the side out of the porch.
"You two and and your bratty kids are the reason your mother and I are getting a divorce. You are good for nothing brats. If we have to suffer, you do too. Your not going anywhere." He said. His breath smelled awful, and he was getting closer and closer to me.
"Yes. We are. Bye." I said, trying to side step him, knowing that we had to get out of there and fast. Next thing I knew, I was on the ground.
