My Best Friend
AN: Here it is, another chapter. I know it's really short, but I just wanted something for you all to read so you know I haven't quit. Hope you like it, and thanks in advance for reading.
Chapter 11:
Mom woke me up at six o'clock in the morning that Sunday, probably the earliest I've ever woken up on a weekend. She and my father were getting ready to go to church, which they attended every Sunday. I didn't really believe in God or Heaven or Hell, so I stopped going to church with them when I was fourteen. Lucky for me, my parents accepted it and didn't force me to go anyway. They were good parents in that way; letting me have my space and what not.
I walked down our small hallway and into the tiny green-tiled bathroom. Jake said he would be picking me up at eight, so I wanted to make sure I would be up and ready on time. I looked in the mirror and studied my face. A few pimples on my jawline, freckles dominating my cheeks and nose⦠Oh boy, I really need to get a tan, too. I was so pale that you could almost see through me. I splashed some cold water on my face and lathered it up with soap, then rinsed.
I continued with my morning routine, while wondering what the day would have in store for me. It was so strange to think that I was about to spend the day with a Soc. A Greaser and a Soc being friendly, now that's just something you don't see around here too much. As I brushed my teeth and combed my hair and pulled it into a ponytail, I wondered what kind of people would be at the lake. Would it be a bunch of rich Socs? Would I be out of place? Inside, I felt my stomach twisting into knots. In the mirror, all I saw was a tough girl with empty eyes.
My father knocked on the door, "You almost done in there, honey?"
I gave up on the staring contest with the girl in the mirror and pried open the door.
"She's all yours, dad."
I returned to my room, getting out of my night shirt and changing into the only swimsuit that I own. It was a blue two-piece with small, white polka dots. It was at least two years old, but I never really went swimming anyway. I threw on a pair of worn out jean shorts and a white tank top, and I was pretty much ready.
I went out to the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal with milk. My parents said good-bye, and that they hoped I had fun, and then they were on their way to church. I took my time eating my cereal, which caused it to quickly become soggy and mushy. Although I knew I was hungry, the knots in my stomach did not allow me to finish my breakfast. I felt that if I ate one more spoonful, I was going to heave all over the kitchen table. I dumped the remainder of my cereal in the toilet and flushed it down the drain. As I placed the bowl in the sink, I looked at the clock. 7:25.
I started to become antsy and nervous. What if we didn't have anything to talk about? What if it's really boring? What if he doesn't even show up? I started pacing back and forth from the kitchen to the living room. I stopped after a while, flicked on the T.V. sat on the arm of the couch. There was a cartoon on, but I didn't pay attention to it much, because I kept glancing out the window every few minutes. I turned off the T.V. and walked back into the bathroom, grabbing a beach towel. As I slipped my feet into my beat-up Chucks, I heard a horn honk. I rushed to the living room window and saw Jake's car parked outside.
My heart started beating quickly as I locked the door and walked down the steps toward his car. I opened up the car door and hopped in. As I went to fasten my seatbelt, I could have sworn I saw Two-Bit looking out his window at me, but Jake spoke and I turned my attention to him, completely forgetting about Two-Bit Matthews.
