I look at her, "Yeah. Are you ready to go yet?"

She nods and tosses the towel in her room, "Yep. Let's go to the beach. I think I'm gonna wear my hair wet, I mean it's only gonna get wet, right?"

I smile and nod, "Yeah, that logic is pretty good."

Kyla walks back into her room as I wait at the top of the stairs for her. My phone starts to ring and I contemplate on rather I should answer it or not. I know it won't be my parents. I look at the caller I.D and announce to Kyla, "Mrianda's calling me at 8 o'clock in the morning."

Kyla comes out of her room with her bags, "No way. Answer it."

I nod and smile, "Why are you calling me?"

"Roxy, right?" she asks.

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, you called me before. What do you want? You wanna rub kissing my girlfriend in my face? Go ahead."

"Listen," she pauses, "I'm sorry about that. She was really sad and-"

I don't wanna hear her sob story right now. I already heard it and that was bull, "And so she ran to you and decided to suck face with you? Yeah, that's so what I would've done." I roll my eyes and Kyla just smiles at me.

"It's not even like that, okay?"

I shake my head, "No, it's not okay. And you can tell her that it's not okay. That was one of the worst things that ever happened to me. And when I say that, it must be pretty horrible. And her getting you to call me is kinda immature when you're pretty much the problem. What makes her think that I even wanna talk to you? You of all people?" I say with fire burning in my belly.

"Okay, whatever, fine. I just wanted to call you because I felt that you needed to know…" she trials off.

"Look, I don't care if y'all are going out, there's nothing I can do about-"

She cuts me off, "She got in a car accident last night." I don't say anything, I just stare at Kyla, "She called me and told me that you broke up with her so I told her to come over and talk to me but she started going on about how she shouldn't even see me anymore." She stops once more, "She said she couldn't even look at me because I remind her of you…"

I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. I feel so bad now but so angry. Angry at this so-called God and mad at myself for being the cause of it all. And I feel even worse knowing that deep down somewhere I hate her for kissing Miranda.

Miranda continues talking, "While I was on the phone with her… she ran into another car. Into the back of it."

I rub my finger over my right brow, "She's gonna be okay right?"

"The doctor says she has a 65 chance of living. And out of that 65 she has a 25 chance of having brain damage."

I get confused, "What does that mean?"

Miranda sighs, "She'll have memory loss. She wouldn't remember us…"

"How long before we know if she's gonna be okay?"

"She's in a coma right now so maybe in five says, a week for sure, the doctor said."

I sigh, "I'm gonna go."

"Hey?" Miranda says.

"What?" I ask feeling, again, like the worst person in the world. I guess I'll always hold that title.

"I'm sorry for-"

"Stop. If you wanna be sorry, be sorry for Lily ever meeting me because that's what I feel sorry for." I close the phone then look down. I stare at Kyla who is looking at me with sympathy.

She places her right hand on my left shoulder, "What's up?"

I look up at her, I don't wanna cry, "I don't wanna cry in front of you again." I say timidly.

She smiles, "That's what I'm here for."

I give her a sad smile, "Lily got into a car accident, she's in a coma. There's a 65 chance of her making it. 25 chance of her making it with memory loss…" I can't bring myself to say anything else.

Kyla starts to rub my arm, "Is there anything I can do?"

"Yeah, you can give me a hug." I say with my eyes starting to tear up.

She pulls me into her with both hands and I rest my head on her shoulder, "It's gonna be okay." She says whispering in my ear. I trust her so I don't argue with her.

We decided today wasn't such a good time to go to the beach so we just stayed in until I have to go to work. Kyla thought scary movies would make everything better so she got the brilliant idea of watching the Grudge 2 on the couch, downstairs.

We get about forty minutes into the movie and by that time Kyla had already latched onto my hand a million times. She's sitting up but her legs are on the couch and my head's on her legs. She has her hand resting on my arm while I'm dozing off rubbing her calf. Just a friendly touch.

She squeezes my arm again, "My, god Kyla, I think you're cutting off my circulation, you wimp."

She keeps her eyes on the screen, "This movie is scary, I don't know what you're talking about. That Asian girl would scare the hell out of me."

I smile and laugh, "What the hell? All you have is heaven in you."

"Either that's a compliment or you're insulting me and calling me a goody two shoes." I wait to see what she thinks it is, "It's a compliment."

I laugh and slowly rub her calf. She doesn't say anything, she just stares at the T.V screen. I'm sure Kyla would tell me if I were making her uncomfortable. I'm sure with Ashley and how much of lesbian she is she has no problem with this kinda stuff.

The movie is almost over by now and I'm almost completely sleep and Kyla's completely interested in the movie. The door opens and Ashley walks in the room, "Uh, are you guys on a date or something?"

I roll my eyes and keep on rubbing Kyla's calf, "No."

I see Ashley look at me hand on Kyla's leg, "Are you gay, Kyla? Something you wanna tell me."

Kyla doesn't pay attention until the movie goes off, "What'd you say, Ash?" Kyla says looking over at Ashley.

Ashley shakes her head and walks closer, "Nothing. Why are y'all here? Came back from the beach early?"

"We didn't go." Kyla says rubbing my hair.

Ashley raises her eyebrows, "Okay, seriously, are you gay, Ky?"

Kyla shakes her head, "Shut up, Ash."

Ashley smiles and looks at me, "Don' you have somewhere to be?" she asks trying to be an asshole.

I roll my eyes and sit up, "Yeah. I better go, its almost time for my first day." I smile at Kyla and stand up.

Kyla stands up and hugs me, "Have a good day at work, I might come visit you to see how you're doing."

I wrap my arms around her and then we stop, "Well, I better go before I'm late." I smile then walk to the door.

Before I walk past Ashley, she stops me, "What were you and Spencer talking about? Spencer's a horrible liar."

I shake my head, "Nope. Later." I continue out the door and to my car.

I call Darryl to see if I'm suppose to come in at four still. "Hello, Pac Sun. This is Darryl."

"Hey, Darryl, it's Roxy."

He sounds excited, "Hey, Roxy. What's up? Still coming in today?"

I nod while driving, "Yeah, that's actually why I was calling. I wanted to make sure you still wanted me to work there. I mean it's kinda weird for your first day of work to be on a Wednesday."

He laughs, "Yeah, it is. Sorry if that's an inconvenience but it's so crazy here."

"No, no that's totally okay. I just wanted to make sure I was working still. I really want this job." I say being sincere… big discount and my own money. I'm tired of having to explain to mom why I need to go to a show and why I really want something. Can't she just say yes or no, jesus, put me out of my misery or make me the happiest dame in the world.

"And this job really wants you. You should be a model instead of working in the shop."

I smile because, well, duh, it makes me feel gorgeous, "Thanks, Darryl. But hey, I'll see you when I get there. So do I just where anything?"

"Uh," he pauses to think, "Do you have anything that got from here?"

"Yeah, Yeah." I say. That place is like my life.

He coughs a little, "Well, then just where that. We give you clothes from off the shelves to wear during work."

I smile big as I turn, "All right. I'll see you when I get in okay?"

"Okay, talk to you later kid. Bye."

"Bye." I say then hang up my phone.

This is great. I can do this, I mean, I don't have anything to worry about at school. It's my senior year so I can just slide by.

I make all the necessary turns and stops to get to Pac Sun. And on my way there I couldn't think about anything but Lily. I was just thinking that she was probably listening to this exact song before she got into the car accident. Misery business by Paramore. I'm in the business of making everyone else around me miserable. I don't understand why Kyla insists on hanging out with me. She doesn't, like, like me or anything. But she didn't answer Ashley's question. I shake my head to my stupid thoughts and myself. No, no, Kyla is not queer. But I did think the same about Spencer and look at her now…