Summer: Day Two

The following day was very uneventful. Since it was a Thursday, all I did was just go to the City with my grandparents to get fish, visited my mom at work, and went home. Currently, I'm just talking on the phone with my friend Dani.

Dani has been my friend ever since I was ten and she was nine. We're both of Turkish decent, but she's full Turkish and actually came from Turkey. She used to have a funny accent when we were younger, which people used to make fun of. My friend Ivy and I were the only ones who didn't laugh at her, since we used to have the funny accent as well. I didn't come from Turkey; I was actually born in the states and have lived here my whole life, Ivy as well. It's just that our parents and grandparents only spoke Turkish when we were younger, not English so we had to learn English. I grew out of my accent when I was around eight and Ivy grew hers out only a few years ago. Dani, on the other hand, took from the time we met, to now to have her accent diminished. We still understood and spoke Turkish from time to time, though.

"And, that's it?" She screeched, "He just," she snapped her fingers on the line, "said it like that?" She can over exaggerate a lot, somewhat like me.

I rolled my eyes, although she couldn't see it. "Yeah." My voice croaked a little, "It doesn't bother me, though." I could imagine what she looked like right now. Ponytail high up on her hair that reached up to her butt, Gray spaghetti-strapped tank top, and flannel pajama bottoms. "I mean, why should it? We weren't really anything."

She groaned and I heard a small smack; I think she just facepalmed. "Well, you liked him and he said he liked you too," she took a deep breath as she said that quickly, "how can you not be hurt by that?"

Once again, even though she can't see me, I rolled my eyes. "Well, it's not like he and I had sex or anything, so it's fine." I bite my bottom lip after that. I for one try not to mention sex. When I was younger, I used to say it a lot, since of all the hormones and stuff, which I'm still trying to figure out. The last time I had mention sex was when I was still with my ex Adrian Ivashkov.

He's this older guy that I had befriended and we had a relationship. I'm actually glad it had ended, since it didn't seem like it was something worth fighting for, and I really don't like mentioning him as I regret everything about him.

My thoughts were interrupted by a scoff. "Well, you guys should have with the way he said he liked you."

Now, it was my turn to scoff. "And, what is that supposed to mean?" I snapped.

"Well…" She trailed off, probably thinking of examples, "for one thing, when I texted him, he said he wanted to 'bend you over and make you scream until you lose your voice.'"

I sighed. Okay, I have to give her that. Then again, a lot of guys say that and it was no different coming from him. "Give me at least five more examples." I demanded, actually trying to remember all the negative things about him.

"Let's see," I could imagine her bubbly eyes lighting up as she began saying the list, "He wanted a picture of your boobs, he asked if you were into group sex, he asked if you wanted a 'facial,'" And with that, she droned on and on about all the innuendos that he had made. I groaned loudly as she said: "Also, he wanted to try that sex challenge for some reason." God, that is just horrid!

"Okay, that's enough!" I shouted into the phone and I think I heard a crash on the other side. Oopsie! "Uh, are you okay?" I asked.

"Well, is falling backwards on a kitchen chair 'okay'?" Being an author, I imagined that quite easily and kind of exaggerated more than how she actually said it, and laughed. "Hey, it's not funny!" She cried and I could have sworn I could imagine her 'hurt baby' face. "It hurt!"

My chuckling softened and I nodded, if you haven't caught on, I tend to do actions even though no one can see them, "Well, it just sounded really funny, how you said it." I smiled to myself, "God, I needed that laugh."

Although I couldn't see it, I could almost hear her smiling through the phone. "Well, I'm glad that my pain can make you laugh." I rolled my eyes, again. Not like she doesn't laugh when I fall or anything, which is almost every day.

"Well, you laugh too, so…" I let my voice trailed and she scoffed. I just had to chuckle again. She was so easily dismayed, somewhat like how I would, which made it even funnier.

"Okay, back to the subject." She said firmly, "how do you honestly feel about it?"

I sighed softly, thinking for a moment. I really did like him, but I don't see why I should hurt over it, since I didn't want to and I already knew something like that would happen. With that thought, I shrugged my shoulders, "Well, I don't want to dwell on something I knew wouldn't happen," I stated, "It'll only hurt me more."

Now, she sighed. "Rose, I know it hurts," I could hear the 'but' in her voice, "but," see, "why are you trying to just not say how you really feel? I know you always do that, but I'm worried that one day, all of that might blow up and it would hurt you." I internally groaned. She worried way too much about my feelings, which is a good thing, I guess in a friend. In that way, that's how she's one of my true best friends. She understands how I feel and why, even when I don't and even though she does something bad later, I would forgive her because she would forgive me too. She isn't really a backstabber, just hard to understand.

"Well, I don't think I really liked him, if I don't feel that," I said mostly to myself, "Besides, why should I? It's not like I 'gave him my heart.'" In all honesty, I was pretty glad I didn't give him my heart. If I did, I don't know what I would have done.

She was silently but there was a small crackling sound on her end, which usually happened when she nods and holds the phone at the same time, "Well, that's good. You're too pretty for him, anyway."

I think my face just dropped into irritated frown. "And, what does looks have to do with it?"

"Well, for starters, your looks don't match with his." She started but I stopped her.

"Dani, don't go there, please." I groaned, "Looks don't have anything to deal with how you like someone, I know. But, I am not pretty or anything. I'm average." Which is basically true. Dani, Ivy, and I have the same traits as a lot of Turkish females do. Long black/brown hair, mine being more on dark brown when the sun hits it, dark brown eyes, and tanned skin, although I'm a shade darker than they are. Dani and Ivy are pretty much tall and thin, with Dani having more of a fuller figure and longer hair, though. While I'm a bit more chubby and curvy and they are, but it doesn't really show because the clothing I use aren't as tight as theirs and doesn't show them; which is how I'm more tomboyish than they are, but Dani is a bit of a tomboy.

She sighed, hopefully admitting defeat, "Okay, you're right," works for me, "but still, you could do way better than him."

I mumbled a small agreement before I said, "Well, I'll just keep that in mind next time I like someone. Anyway, I've got to go. Mom is calling." Before she could respond, I hung up right away. If I had stayed on the line a little longer, she would have asked me if I am going with her and the others to the movie theatre tomorrow to watch some movie, to which I would have said no.

It's not that I don't like them or hanging out with them, I just refuse to see movies with them. They are so disrespectful in the theatre, too loud, don't even watch the movie, and scream and talk too much. I love the movie theatre and I love just watching the movie while eating popcorn, which is all I want to do when watching a movie. Any other place, I would have said yes.

I placed my cell phone down then walked out of my room to the kitchen where my mom is sitting on the kitchen table, with a grim look on her face. I arched a brow at her; something must be up.

"You called?" I asked and she nodded. "Okay."

"I talked to your dad," she said, "and… well…"

I groaned, "Mom, what is it?"

"He didn't fix your child support, so, it's not going be coming in anymore." Oh God, "Which means… We don't have the money to send you to Japan."

Can things get any worse?