Shit, I'm so bad at improvising. Last time I forgot the lyrics to "This is Me" I ended up saying a sexual phrase. That was by far the worst day of my life, but im ready to break that record.
"Come on it's a simple question."- She looks at me attentively. She should change her name to Aphrodite, she is gorgeous. Then again, she'd probably beat her. Nobody is prettier than Mikayla because she's beautiful any time of the day. When I wake up to her looking like shit, the sun gladly reflects her beauty, that time we showered in the rain she looked so…well, hot actually. I always feel a little ugly when I'm next to her. I don't even know why she'd be friends with such and ugly bitch like me, all I do is opaque her splendor. I can't believe I have the guts to even fall in love with her. She'll NEVER ever, not in a million, bazillion years to the power of infinity, fall in love with me. I'm lucky she can look at my face without puking. What a brave girl. "There you go again. ARE YOU THERE???"-She waves her hand in front of my face, playful with a hint of concern in her eyes.
"Yeah."- I feel bad because I'm hiding something so important from her. She deserves to know. She's always told me every secret she's had. I'm the worst friend ever, another reason why I don't deserve to be with her. I look up at her and I see her frown, her gaze hasn't left me for a second. Sometimes I hate when she knows everything. It kind of made me feel like Chelsea from That's So Raven. Why can't I always know what's on her mind?
"Are you still having problems with your dad?"- Wait isn't the camera still on? I'd tell her but I don't even feel like talking. My mind is too occupied thinking of an excuse as of why I've been so distant. What is I tell her I have a terrible disease? No, sounds dumb. "Mitchie"- she held my hand and scooted closer to me, our pants rubbing slightly but enough to make me shudder. I guess she took it as if I was to start crying and threw her arms around my waist.
I did not move one bit. I know she hates it when I don't tell her stuff but… What do you want me to do? 'Mikayla, guess what? I'm in love with you!' No, I doesn't work that way. In the real world when you say that the other person usually look at you like you're an alien.
"I thought you guys were set. Did you tell him how much you wanted to be in the show?"-Oh wow, she still thinks that I'm like this because of that deutchbag. He's the farthest thing from my mind right now. Well, not literally because I'm thinking about him right now so, WHATEVER, you know what I mean. Looks like she doesn't always know what's on my mind.
About five minutes pass and she keeps on trying to get me to talk about my dad and I. I reply dryly to her questions. She lets go of our embrace and I feel the same emptiness I do when she leaves me. Mikayla puts her slippers on.
"I think you want to be alone."- she murmured and I looked at her as if she'd gone crazy. She's been on tour for 2 and a half months, why in the world would I like to be alone after I cried myself to sleep every Tuesday (Tuesday is my official Emo day where I think about my parents and all dumb stuff that make me sad.)
"I don't"- she turns to me and I rest my head on her shoulder.
"Then why are you so quiet? You've always told me everything on your mind. Was it that bad?"-
"What? "- I yawn a bit, gum almost falling out of my mouth.
"Whatever. You're not even paying attention."- She made a move to leave but I stopped her.
"It's not about my dad, Mikayla."- She nodded signaling me to continue. "it's really hard to explain. I just don't want to, umm, "-her gazed pierces through my brain. I can't even speak correctly.- "I don't want to change anything between us. I don't want you to feel disgusted."
"Why would I feel disgusted? You know I'll never judge you no matter what."-That is true. A couple of years ago I told her that I cut myself and instead of telling me how dumb it is she helped me get through that phase.
"Because…"-My effin eyes scrolled down to her lips as she licked them and my brain went on vacation. Soft, cushiony, pink lips that always made me ponder upon their taste. I angled my face towards her lips and pressed my lips on hers. No offense to Tristan but, this is so much better than kissing my pillow. I think she's going to call the ambulance, I sense a cardiac arrest; either that or my heart was dancing to a T-Paine song, very hardcore. I closed my eyes enjoying the last seconds of our friendship for Mr. Brain just came back, after it was too late. My hands on either side on her face I pecked her once, twice, and she failed to move. Well, all good things come to an end right? This was too good to be true. As I tried to pull away and jump off the roof she laced her hands around my neck and I pressed my lips on hers a little rougher this time, OMFG, She's kissing me back!
"I like you."