My Messed Up Life - Part 2

“Where the hell were you? I was worried sick!” she screamed at me.

“I...” I began, wondering whether I should tell the truth, “I went for a walk and then I sat down to get my bearings but I fell asleep. An old friend of mine found me this morning and helped me find my way home.

“You’re only seventeen! You shouldn’t be wandering around so late!”

“I am so sorry, my phone had lost battery and I just didn’t know I was so tired.” She sighed.

“Keep your phone charged. Go to your room and get more sleep,” she said. She seemed too exhausted and stressed to argue with me. It confused me because usually I’d get a giant lecture. But obviously, something was up.

I ignored it because I couldn't be bothered to make her angrier. It could sound a bit rude of me maybe. So I just walked slowly to my room which was painted pale purple and white. I remember picking the colours when I was three because I thought the fairies would like it. Never bothered to change it. I took the charging plug for my phone and pushed it into the socket on the wall. My phone vibrated to show it was charging and I lay in bed holding it. I played games on it all day and guessed Mum didn’t want me to leave the room today. I decided I’d call Nathan and ask him why he left so quickly. One ring, two rings, three rings. He picked up. We talked for two hours. He had just been annoyed about Xander so he ran off. The rest of our conversation meant nothing, it was normal, but it never became awkward. Suddenly, things began to change. It was about eleven at night and I really should have been sleeping, considering the lack of sleep I had yesterday. He said something very interesting.

“Why did you bother to help me?” I asked. It was then when our conversation started to get interesting.

“I could not just ignore you, that would be incredibly rude of me,” he replied.

“But still, most people wouldn't care."

“I care, I love you,” he told me. He said it as if it was normal. But someone to actually say they love you is big, because that means something.

“Do you?” I asked, not quite believing him.

“Yes, please can we move on from the subject? I do not want this to get awkward.” his words stumbled. He seemed to stutter a lot.

“I think I should be getting some sleep anyway, and so should you. Try and figure out what sort of rubbish you just said to me.” I was unintentionally harsh.

“Rubbish? Do you think what I said was rubbish?” he seemed hurt and it was then when I realised how uncaring I must have sounded. But, for some reason, I let the words continue to poor out of my mouth.

“Yes. As if you love me, we haven’t talked in months and as soon as you see me again you tell me you love me. Think about what you said.” I was becoming crueller each time I opened my stupid mouth.

“I know how I feel. And if you think that I am stupid for it then go ahead and laugh. But I thought that I had finally met someone who cared about me. Obviously I am still the posh weirdo who no one wants to be standing next to.” When he said this, I didn’t even feel sorry for him. I genuinely thought he was stupid. Now I know that I shouldn’t have said anything.

“Yes, you are,” I answered. I didn’t even hesitate to reply. But as I said it, he hung up.

“Hey I need to speak to Nathan, I’m Skylar,” I explained to her.

“Oh, Nathan has mentioned you. He was on the phone to you, right?” she asked, her voice almost as posh as Nathan’s. She was glaring at me though.

“Yes, please could I come in?” I was hopeful.

“Let us hope you will apologise,” she muttered under her breath as she let me through. 

I asked where he was and she said that he was in his room as she guided me up to him. I thanked her, but was instantly nervous. What if he didn’t forgive me? Or he tried to get rid of me? And I remembered that I had called him a posh weirdo. How could I take that back easily? I don’t know. I opened his door slowly and walked in saying hello to him. He looked up to see me and then just turned back to his book, not in an immature way though. There was a lot of orange in his room and his bookshelf was literally overflowing with books.

“I’m sorry,” I began, praying that this would all be over soon and we could just get back to normal.

“Do not start, you already told me what you think.” I felt like the worst person ever to walk on the Earth.

“No I haven’t. I haven’t even begun,” I said, waiting for a positive response.

“Just tell me then.” His words were sharp and seemed to cut into me like a sushi knife.

“I never meant what I’d said. You aren’t a posh weirdo at all, I’m sorry that I was harsh about you loving me. I was just confused. I take it all back, please forgive me,” I pleaded.

“Why should I believe you?” he snapped. I blinked slowly, knowing this would be harder than I had guessed.

“I ran barefooted all the way down here despite Mum shouting at me and gathering a big collection of reasons why she should kill me when I get back, all because I needed to know I could fix everything between us.” I wouldn’t give up until forgiveness. He looked down at my feet and noticed they had no shoes or socks.

“Well,” he sighed. He stood up and walked close to me before tucking a bit of hair behind my ear, “I found you, comforted you, helped you home, told you I love you and you insult me for it. You said I was speaking rubbish, but how about you, darling?” Was it good he was calling me darling?

“But...” I protested. He interrupted me by putting his index finger to my lips and he shushed me, now really close to me. My heart started to beat faster.

“Just think about it, love,” and he walked back to his bed.

“I’ve thought, and I want you to forgive me,” I said, following him and then I sat next to him. He sat thinking for a few minutes. Then he sighed.

“Fine.” He turned to me and rested his hand against my cheek. “Why do you care anyway?”

“Because I do.” I couldn't let him leave. Not now. It was almost hard to think of what I'd done. And then to know he gave up on me because I was stupid, even after he saved me from Xander. We stayed like that for ages, staring into each other’s eyes, his hand not moving. I liked it.

“Darling,” he finally broke the silence, “your eyes are gorgeous.”

“Thanks, yours are too.” We both smiled, “I better get going now.”

“Goodbye,” he said. I smiled again as I walked towards the door.

“Skylar?” I turned back to him as he said it, “I love you.”

It seemed to be a hell of a lot better that time he said it. Instead of feeling anger, I felt happiness. For once.