Loves Me Not

Chapter 1: Alice

Choking back emotion

I try to keep on hoping for a way

A reason for a softer, coming close

I long for you to hold me, like your boyfriend does.

"Oi. You bloody yank, look what you've done!" I yelled to my so-called American friend, Emily. The short haired girl looked ashamed staring at the shards of broken glass on the floor. That idiot had just dropped my mum's favorite vase. I glared over to Emily but she just stared at the shards. Then, out of nowhere, I heard her giggle.

"You twit! Why are you laughing! Help me clean this up!" I yelled to her. Her giggles turned into a laugh and soon she fell onto the ground laughing. I snarled at her but tried ignoring her and cleaning up the shards.

"Sorry Alice! But come on! You have to admit, my cowgirl hat knocking it over makes it funny!" How does it make it funny? Its not funny at all! I glared upat her and finally saw her get up and reach over to help. Sighing, I picked up the rest of the glass.

"Ouch! Blasted sharp ass glass!" Emily had cut her finger on a piece of the glass. I rolled my eyes, "What are we gonna do with you, Emily."

"Hey! Don't call me Emily! It's Em. Em!"

"Emily, hold still," I muttered to the annoying yankee girl while pulling out my first aid kit. I walked over to her and placed a band aid over the small cut.

"Kiss it, make it better?" she asked me with a puppy dog face. I scoffed and glared, "Emily…"

"Oh whatever!" she pouted. I couldn't help but start laughing at her odd expression. She looked back over at me and started laughing too. Why must this girl be so complicated?

"Sorry again, Alice. Maybe I can get the money by working overtime."

"You work at McDonalds, Emily. You'd get better money at the school library," I retorted. Emily sighed and remained quiet for the moment. For 3 years now, Emily had been working at that bloody restaurant. I've told her countless times to quit and get a better paying job but she always refused. Emily apparently liked the idea of free food, and unfortunately it showed on her slightly chubby body, but at least it wasn't for that even more horrid French man.

"At least let me find a way, Alice," I looked back up to Emily and she had that usual sorry expression. I winced a bit but gave up. I leaned over opening my arms for a hug. She grinned and hugged back, only she made it into a bear hug.

"E-Emily," I choked out. Emily let out an 'Oh!' and let go.

"So will ya be goin' to my party?" Emily asked. I shook my head and head to my desk to grab my books. "Why not?"

"Because unlike you, I have college preparations to work on. And you should focus on school more as well, I mean you are barely passing." I said. Emily looked a bit hurt but gave me her talk-to-the-hand motion.

Then Emily's phone began to ring that bloody 'Tik Tok' song. "Oops it's Margaret! Hold on a sec, Alice."

I sighed. Margaret was Emily's half sister, yet unfortunately Francine's cousin. She was away in Canada for the year because people kept forgetting she was even alive up until she left. Even the teachers would ignore her. So Emily's mother, Margaret's mother as well, sent her to live with her father up in Ottawa.

"Yeah….Yeah I understand, it's fine. Yeah, bye," Emily walked back over to me and put away her iPhone. Her sorrow expression on her face told me something was wrong. "Emily?"

"Margaret isn't coming. Actually, she isn't coming to America this year."

"I'm sorry, Emily," I replied back to my American friend. She had really hoped for Margaret to come this year, but something must've come up. Or perhaps Margaret—Nah. Margaret wouldn't avoid coming. I mean she must at least want to see her sister. Right?

"Eh, its fine I guess. I mean, maybe next year!" If there's one thing I love about Emily, it's how positive she is.

So for the rest of the Sunday we worked on our homework and I even helped Emily a bit with Math, since she had to repeat it 3 times. I mean seriously, Algebra isn't that hard, you know. Afterwards I decided to read a bit while Emily was texting Ivanna, and I have a feeling they were arguing again since every time her phone rang she winced a bit. When it came time for her to go, I was happy yet a bit saddened since we don't really speak much at school. Usually I am with the school council while she's off with Maria (Mexico OC) and Yong Soo.

I continued my reading for another hour or so until there was a knock on my bedroom door. I opened it to find Abigail, my Irish cousin. I was confused because usually she hated me. I opened the door wider and stepped back a bit to let her in, "A-Abigail? Why are you here?"

"I really don't want to," she sighed, "But me mummy told me to talk to yea."

Talk to me? What for? Giving her a puzzled look, I asked her, "Something wrong?"

"Not exactly. Yea see, me mummy told meh to come and tell yea I'mma be movin' to America soon. I need a place to stay, if that's alright with yea."

Was she asking to live with me? After all of our fights she wants to stay with me? Oh bloody hell no. But then again, perhaps it could give us a chance to make up. I-I mean I won't expect anything but then again, there is a good possibility that we could be close friends or at least act decently to each other. "Hmm, yes that's alright. But when will you move in?"

"I was wondering if I could today," she answered. Today? It wasn't even 'today' anymore. It's ten past seven!

"Depends on how much stuff you have to move in and where you wish to stay," I replied sweetly, trying to avoid any arguments.

"Oh I didn't bring anything. I figured I could just stay in yea'r room and borrow yea'r clothes since we are about the same weight." I winced at her. Was she that selfish? No. It must be her hatred torwards me that's asking for so much. I might as well let her, I really didn't want to fight with her.

Before I could answer, she walked in and sat on my bed, "Oh how soft. This'll do."

"Th-that's my bed, Abigail!" I shouted at her. As soon as she glared at me, I shut my mouth. Pretty soon she grinned and walked to my closet. I bit my tongue from saying anything. Abigail opened the doors of it and pulled out my spring uniform.

"I wonder if yea'r clothes can fit meh," she muttered while taking herself and the garments into the bathroom. I sighed and wandered over to my bed. Luckily, I remembered that I still had the fold-out bed. If I couldn't use my own bed, at least I could sleep here, right?

"Well looky looky here. I look better than yea in this!" Abigail stepped out of the bathroom, wearing my favorite spring uniform. I had to admit, she was the prettier twin. With her long wavy red hair and deep green eyes, she was a babe! The only flaw was her tons of freckles that covered her face. Wait. She's wearing my outfit! First my bed and now my clothes! No. Bloody hell no.

"Abigail, that's my uniform. I can buy you one tomorrow at school," I snapped at her. She raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"Why would I want a new one when this one fits perfectly? I mean, yea already worn it in for meh. I don't want a new one."

Why did I ever agree to this?

A/N: Sweet. I finished Chapter 1! Haha random I know, anyways, the next chapter I promise should be longer. So basically, you can sorta tell it's a yuri story. It is. But it's boyxgirl too so don't worry. Also, I am basing this off of 'Loves Me Not' by t.A.T.u. and you'll see why later on.

Please R&R and chapter 2 is practically done, I was seriously bored this weekend.

OCs:

Abigail –Republic of Ireland

Maria – Mexico