Chapter 2; I'm Sorry! Yeah, I'm Sorry I Won't Be Forgiving You…
"Hello?"
"Lydia! Oh thank g---"
I heard giggling on the other line…What the…Lydia never giggles…Only when I make her laugh with my lame jokes…What the…
"Shh…" It was a familiar shush too…NATE! WHAT THE!
"Lydia? Are you still there?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Listen, I'm sorry…I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry I ignored you, I'm sorry for insulting you…I'm sorry for being such a crappy friend…I'm sorry for---" She cut me off. I mean, usually I wouldn't mind but this time…It just wasn't the time…Especially not what I wanted to hear.
"Listen, Shane, I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry I can't be with you."
"What? Wait, what do you mean?"
"She's with me, build a bridge and get over it buddy. Oh here, I'm gonna send you a Christmas card!" There was a pause and then the line cut off. He hung up…I was about to call again to ask what the heck was going on. I mean, he was dating Anna for crying out loud…Right? I should so tell---My phone started buzzing. A text…From Nate? I opened it.
There was a picture of Lydia and my backstabbing brother. He was kissing her cheek and she was grinning like crazy…The grin I used to always get everyday I saw her…I haven't seen her in a week and it felt like my whole life just went by during that time.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!!!
I groaned, smacking my alarm clock across the room and it hit the wall with a loud thud. Why did I set that thing again? I looked around and saw nothing. What the…I grabbed my phone which was in my hand from holding it all night and checked my messages…1 unread message(s).
I hesitated but opened it anyway.
From: Lydia. I held my breath while I read it.
-Shane, we really need to talk…Meet me at the park in 10.
She…I…It was only a dream…We…Park…SHE TEXTED ME! SHE---GASP! NO AIR!!! I let out the breath I held in for the longest I've ever gone, thank god it was only a dream, and checked the time that she sent the text and looked at the actual time. "OH SNAP! I ONLY HAVE---OH SNAP!" I jumped out of bed, brushing my teeth, changing my clothes, putting on my shoes and ran downstairs, ignoring all the strange looks I got from my family and ran to the park with only 3 minutes to spare…the park 5 minutes away if I walked. She's gonna think I bailed on her…Not good, not good…
I kept repeating that, running faster, my hair looking more and more like hell but I didn't care and I finally stopped, looking around at our usual place where we go to 'just talk.' I sighed and ran my hand through my hair for the millionth and one time and plopped myself on the bench, putting my head in my hands. I felt someone sitting down next to me…Unusually close, too…I was too exhausted to even look to see who it was. I did have a guess though…
"Whoa…What happened to you?" L-Lydia? I looked at her and blinked back tears before she could really see them.
"W-what?" I touched her cheek to make sure I wasn't dreaming and I got a weird look from her in return and I quickly pulled my hand away, looking down at my shoes. "I was uh…In a rush…" I glanced at her to see her nodding slowly.
"Look, if I'm keeping you from something, you can go ahead and go."
"No, I meant I was in a rush…to see you…" I let my eyes wander back to my shoes, not wanting to see the expression on her face which was probably something with a mix of anger and grossed-out-ness.
"Me?" Her voice was still the same and angelic as ever…So soft…It felt like she was singing a perfect melody every time she talked…Even if it was just one word…
I looked at her and nodded, surprised that her eyes were still on me.
"So…What'd you wanna talk about?" I kept my eyes on her.
"Well…" She broke the gaze and looked down at her hand in her lap. "I just…I don't even know…I thought about what I said and I, I really didn't mean it the way it came out…"
(Lydia's POV)
"So…You don't love me?…Or…at least…didn't…" He asked. His voice was no longer cold. His face was as soft as ever…I, I really missed it and that was really the only reason why I sent that text to h---Did he just ask me---
"T-that part was true…I did…" I kept my eyes on my hands.
"So…You don't anymore…"
I looked up at him to see only confusion on his face…wait…were those tears in his eyes?…Whoa, this is weird…
"N-no…I do. I, I lied to you when I said I 'loved' you…Well…half lied to you. I did…but I, I still do…" I looked back down at my hands.
"Did Anna tell you?"
"Yeah…"
"Lydia, I don't want you to think you have to come up with a reply because I said something that I actually meant…I just…I wanted you to know that I---"
I finally looked up at him.
"Shane, I never said that I just came up with it as a reply to you…I…it's true…I just…I never wanted to tell you about it unless I knew that you weren't gonna act all weird afterwards…" I don't even know what I meant about the last part….I'm so confused…
We talked for hours. By the time we came back to Earth, it was nearly dinner time and Anna was in my room, waiting for the details. Shane walked me home and kissed my cheek and walked to his house…Which was across the street…I walked into my room, not even knowing that Anna was there and took off my sweater.
"HOW'D IT GO?!" Anna shouted, right in my ear.
I jumped, nearly halfway up the air.
"ANNA! Don't you dare do that again!"
She laughed. I don't see what's so funny about someone getting scared right out of their pants!
"You're funny, Lydia. Now spill!"
I sighed. She will never let this subject die unless I told her so I told her every single detail and at the end of my story, she was grinning like a mad-woman.
"What?" I asked, looking at her scared.
"HE. KISSED. YOU!" She finally blurted out.
"SHH!"
"Oh come on, it's not like he can hear!"
"Still…Come on, I'm hungry. I'm pretty sure you are too."
"Well……"
"Oh boy…what?"
"Well, Nate came over and we sorta…"
"ANNA!"
She burst out laughing while I stared at her as if she had grown three heads in a blink of an eye.
"I'm kidding. But seriously, he came over and we talked for a bit and came up with an idea!"
I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, Anna following.
"An idea for what?" I asked, grabbing a water bottle and taking a drink…Note to self; NEVER take a drink of water before Anna tells you one of her 'ideas.'
"YOU. SHANE. SEXY DRESS. PROM!"
My eyes bulged and I spit out my water, but luckily for me, I spit it out into the sink.
"SEXY WHAT?!" I will NEVER wear a 'sexy' ANYTHING in front of Shane! He wouldn't even catch me dead in one of those long SKIRTS!
Anna rolled her eyes.
"Seriously, Lydia. You've never gone to any of the dances in your whole life! For once, can't you go to the prom? For me? Please?" She used that puppy-dog face and she knew I couldn't resist…Come on, Lydia, be stronger than this! You can't c---
"FINE!" Oh…too late…
Anna grinned at my caving and ran upstairs. I followed, walking, and saw her already on my laptop. I sat down on my bed next to her and looked over her shoulder. "What're you doing?!" I shouted. She was looking at some fancy dress website.
"Looking for a dress."
"For you, I hope."
"Yep." I let out a sigh of relief before she added, "And you." I looked at her as if she'd literally lost her head.
"ANNA!"
"What? You agreed, remember?"
I rolled my eyes and cursed myself under my breath and this time, and this time ONLY, had I cursed the person who invented the internet. Or…At least the person who invented dresses and skirts and all those frilly little things. I wonder now…was the person who invented skirts a girl, or a boy? 'Cause guys in Scotland wear skirts! It's weird! (AN: I'M REALLY SORRY IF I OFFENDED YOU WITH THIS COMMENT! IT WAS THE ONLY EXAMPLE I HAD OF GUYS WHO WORE "SKIRTS"! MY APOLOGIES!)