Foster The People- Best Friend
"Agatha, I'm turning back." Tedros sighed, pushing his fingers through his hair. He took his eyes of the road and stared at me.
This stare was filled with hate. "What's the worse that can happen?" I questioned, reverting my eyes to the road.
He adjusted his sunglasses. "There are just some things I don't want to share with other people." I bit my lip. "Even me?"
He sighed, looking at the road again, before turning back. "Even you." I frowned, not knowing what to do.
"You need help. You're an alcoholic!" I pointed out, causing him to shoot daggers at me with his eyes. "I'm not an alcoholic, Agatha. I can control myself properly."
"That's not what you did this morning..." I recalled, causing him to stop the car. He parked the car before waiting for me to continue. "What?"
"You've never seen a tape of you drunk or anything?" He shook his head, flabbergasted. "Trust me, Tedros. I know what I'm doing..."
He rolled his eyes. "The last time you said you knew what you were doing you nearly got yourself killed!" He defended stubbornly.
"I never said I knew what I was doing. All I did was tag along!" I shot back, my voice raising.
He stayed calm. "Do you know the reason why I lost that fight, Agatha?" He asked, his voice uneasy. I shook my head, waiting for him to continue.
"I lost because you were there." I forrowed my eyebrows. "So?"
"I was so shocked I just stopped." He rubbed the bruise he had on the right side of his forehead. "I caused that?"
I stared out of the window, resting my head on it. "Pretty much." I sighed, noticing the awkward silence.
"I'm going home." He spoke up. I raised my hand, slapping it on the wheel. "We're not going home, Tedros. " He groaned, still calm.
"Agatha, I'm going home."
I took my seatbelt off. "Not if I have anything to do with it." I shot back, grabbing onto the wheel.
"Agatha, you don't know how to drive!" I ignored him, slamming my other hand onto the wheel. "Take us to the AA before I crash this car into the one in front and run away."
Tedros smirked. "Are you black mailing me, Aggie?" He chuckled, watching me climb onto his seat. "I'm doing what I have to do."
He sighed. "If I go to the AA, will you stop attempting to kill us both?" He asked. I nodded. "Alright," He sighed. "Let's go."
I smiled. "So, Oliver said he signed you up last year." I said, starting a conversation. "Its alcoholic anonymous. We don't get signed in or checked out. They don't actually keep a record for your attendance."
"Why did you stop?" I asked. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Because it was stupid. Nobody there had a real reason for their problem. They just-it was ridiculous."
"For example?" I pressured. "Like, this guy. He started at 16, underaged because his friends told him too. Peer pressure. Another girl, she started because it was cool and she soon became an alcoholic! There was no real reason, like pain."
I stared at him, his calm face changing every second. "Did you start drinking because of pain?" I asked.
"I don't want to talk about this, Agatha." He grumbled, speeding up. "But you're gonna have to talk to strangers about it. Why not tell me?"
"I would tell anyone but you." He shot back, quite bitterly. "Why?" I questioned, quite upset. "Why else?! Because you're the reason I drink!"
I gaped, quite set back. "Excuse me?" He shook his head, adjusting his glasses. "Sorry, I don't know where that came from. Let's not talk about it."
"No, tell me how I'm the reason you drink." I pestered. He sighed, shaking his head. "I should have never brought that up...just leave it."
"Well you did, now tell me!"
He took his glasses off, rubbing his eyes before putting them back on. "Actually, I um... To be honest, Agatha, after you left...you messed me up. You messed everybody up."
I frowned, listening to him speak. "I was just so miserable and everybody could see it. I tried to find someone new, but I couldn't find anyone better than you...because you were my true love and you can't go better than that," I smiled weakly, but he didn't return it. "I isolated myself, I never spoke to anyone, until I left with Oliver. We built ourselves up and I ran away from the past, leaving the school and you behind. But I was never happy."
"But I'm back now...happy?" He shook his head. "I've learnt that I can live without a girl."
I sighed, my breath getting caught in my throat. "I can live without you." He chuckled to himself.
"You don't love me anymore?" I bit my lip, waiting for his answer. He stared at me in the eye before shaking his head. "No."
"Oh..." I sat back in my seat, not knowing how I was meant to react to this. I had moved on also, but I never thought we'd ever be having this conversation.
"We're still friends, right?" I asked, unable to look at him. Tedros smirked, staring at me. "Don't worry about it."
I stopped myself from saying anything more. The awkward silence and confessions were all because I kept on opening my mouth to speak.
It took four years for us to finally break up like we should have a long time ago. We were tied down and we weren't allowed to do anything or see other people because we still hadn't let go of what we had four years ago.
We sat in silence on the way to the AA meeting, listening to 'Kings of Leon'.
"We're here." Tedros rasped, clearing his throat. "Are you coming with?" He asked. I shook my head. "I'll wait in the car."
"Don't try and drive without me." He joked, stepping out. He slammed the door shut, causing me to jump. "I won't. Trust me on that one."
I sighed, watching him disappear into the building. He was my true love and I just lost him...but yet, I'm not surprised or sad nor anxious. I feel no emotion because I know this was for the best at the moment. Feelings are better expressed than bottled up.
I guess he changed more than I thought he did.
(´･_･`) What did I just do? Do you hate me?
What will happen next? I won't tell you of course, but what I will do is keep updating. I can't update on Monday and Tuesday and maybe Wednesday because I'll be going on a trip.
July is a very exciting month for me: GO BOOK 3!
KEEP REVIEWING, BUBZ(*˘︶˘*)