"Lanes come out of your room." Corey begged for the umpteenth time.
"No." I shouted. I hated that I had to avoid him. But it was so awkward to think of how he would react.
"It is not that bad." he lied. "besides, you have done way more embarrassing things than that." he pointed out.
"Great pep talk." I said sarcastically.
"Lanes, are you decent in there?" he asked
"Sure, whatever." Corey unlocked the door from the other side with a toothpick and opened the door. "I knew I shouldn't have taught you that."
"C'mon." Corey said as he grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the suite. We went for a walk. It was our favorite thing to do without the guys when we were kids. We went inside the mueseum. Big mistake. A riptide of girls shot towards us while we were in the food court. He dragged me as we ran away from the mob of girls.
My newest song I'm sorry I love you started playing. A single rose in your garden dwells
Like any rose it's not itself
It is my love in your garden grows
but let's pretend it's just a rose
Well I'm sorry that I love you
It's a phase that I'm going through
There is nothing that I can do
and I'm sorry that I love you
Do not listen to my song
Don't remember it, don't sing along
Let's pretend it's a work of art
Let's pretend it's not my heart...
The rose will fade when summer's gone
The song will fade and I'll be gone
because my heart is dying too
and it's all the same to you
By the time the song stopped, we had gotten outside. We collapsed in a fit of laughter. Well, bad things were going to continue to happen, but at least I had my best friend back.