Emmie POV -
I couldn't sleep that night. I lie awake, so many thoughts running rampant throughout my head I could not discern one from the next. I squeezed my eyes closed, a tear leaking from one corner and trickling over the bridge of my nose before slowly dripping to my pillow.
I struggled to think of what could possibly be going wrong. His parents were nice! Would they really go berserk for him being home a little late?
And it's all your fault. My conscience spat the words, and they went through me like a knife through butter. I pulled my legs to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, feeling like my heart was about to explode.
I hadn't known at the time, but I had already made up my mind to find out why he was acting so strange last night. I would call him tomorrow.
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I rolled over to see sunlight streaming through my open curtains, momentarily blinding me. I had been lying awake all night, and I hadn't noticed when it was morning. The chirping of the birds outside seemed oddly out of place, given my current mood.
I glanced at the clock: 9:28. Late enough that he'd be awake. To not let him think I was up all night thinking about him.
I reached over to my desk, pulling the phone off the receiver and dialing his number quickly.
Brrring.
Brrring.
Brrring.
The number you've dialed is no longer in service, please check the number and dial aga-
"Damnit!" I yelled, throwing the phone at my wall.
I needed to talk to him. No, more than that. I needed to see him. But where was he? I couldn't really barge in to his house at nine in the morning (though, in all actuality, I was considering it).
Suddenly, a thought struck me (and by struck me, I mean I felt like I'd just had the wind knocked out of me).
He didn't really like me.
He was just being a guy. Playing with my feelings.
I hugged my legs tighter, trying to stop the heavy breathing that had come with that thought.
No, I thought, he wouldn't do that to me. He's my best friend
Or maybe you don't know him as well as you think you do, my conscience sneered. He may be your best friend, but to him you'll only ever be a friend. A pathetic, needy, little girl. All you do is hold him back.
My eyes widened, and tears spilled down my cheeks. No, no. I was his best friend. He'd told me so many times.
"I don't want you to forget how much I care about you."
An act, my mind said hautily.
I shook my head in denial.
No.
I may not know where he is, or what he's thinking, but I will not let him down now.
I won't give up on him.
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inner conflict? xD or maybe she's just insane. ;)
either way, i'm not exactly sure which path i'm going to take for the next chapter (i have quite a few alternatives)
thanks to all my awesome reviewers! love you guys! :)