Installment three

Charlie stood there. “Hi.” I said numbly, stepping inside.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked politely.

“Err, nothing much, hey-“ I was about to say something and then Ashley ran up extremely happy.

“Hi babe!” She smiled at Charlie. She wrapped his arms around him.

“Anna, this is my super hot date, Charlie. Charlie, this is Anna.” She squealed fakely. My heart shattered into a million pieces. My face was hot and I could feel the tears coming.

“Excuse me.” I managed, before running to the problem and bawling my eyes out. I slid down the wall and sat on the floor blowing my nose and wiping my eyes.

Who was I to think I would ever have a chance with Charlie? No, it just hurt so bad that Ashley was with him. I felt as if I could die on the spot and then there was a knock on the door.

“Hello?” I heard the familiar sexy voice of Charlie.

“Sorry, could you go to another bathroom?” I cried. He slid in and frowned at me.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. I semi-smiled, if only he knew how many times his voice replayed in my head. If only he knew I’d carry him in my heart till I’m dead.

“Sorry, it wouldn’t interest you.” I laughed sadly. He slid down next to me and grabbed a box of tissues from under the sink.

“No, it would interest me.” He said softly looking deeply in my eyes. I could have stayed there forever.

“Well, I like this guy I don’t know much and he apparently is with someone else. Someone very far and yet so close to me.” I laughed trying to hide the true essence of the problem.

“Well, that guy is very stupid. You’re beautiful, nice, and you have a real soul unlike some of those other girls out there.” He said looking at the soap collection.

“Huh?” I said, disbelieving.

“Ashley, no offense, is soulless. All she cares about is hair and make up. She’s hot, yeah she is, but then there’s natural beauty, like yours. Now that’s priceless.” He said. I smiled.

Charlie looked at his watch. “Well, my dad is going to pick up soon, so I gotta go.” He looked down at me. “Don’t cry over him.” Were his last words before leaving.

There I was, on the floors covered in tissues and smiling my head off. What a loser…

I replayed the night in my head over and over again until I fell asleep that night…

In the morning I woke up to sunshine and I rolled out of bed. I went into the kitchen to find my lovely sister, Jill eating fruit loops.

Now, Jill I liked, Ashley I didn’t. Jill was helpful, creative, and fun. Sometimes she would have a bad day, like when her hamster George died, but, most of the time she was great. Jill knew when to take a hint and leave you alone and last but not least, Jill had a life of her own.

Ashley was a nosy, mean, and slutty girl. She was a horrible sister, daughter, and friend. She gossiped, she made out with guys, she rarely ate, and then she spent her time “improving her physical facade”. She was also an actress, which got her out of many things. The worst part was her life was mingled with mine.

I would have been fine if Ashley went to a different school, interacted with different people, and hung out in different places. She didn’t. Ashley was in all of my classes and hung out in all of my favorite places. She went out with all my guy friends and broke their hearts, it was sickening.

I smiled at Jill, who waved. “Hey Anna, fruit loops?”

“Nah, not hungry.” I said, sitting in the stool next to her. I noticed the lighting of the room, perfect for sketching. I thought of all the wonderful living room objects to sketch and perhaps even sketch Jill.

“You have that artist look on your face.” Jill laughed, interrupting my thoughts.

“You know me too well.” I said quietly. I cleaned the dirt out from under my nails, yet I could still feel Jill’s piercing green eyes on me.

“I also know when you have something new in your life from the look in your eyes.” She added, peering at me through thin glasses. That is when all the memories of last night flooded in my mind and for a brief second it felt like I was there. “Anna?” Jill said softly in my ear. I jumped and settled back into the present time.

“Well, I talked to a guy last night. His name was Charlie, really nice, really cute.” I said mysteriously, trying not to give anything important away.

“Charlie…. Charlie Myerson right? He’s in your grade? He’s in Y.A.H.T. with me.” Jill remembered smiling. “Cool kid.”

I frowned, Ashley went on a date with him and Jill does extra curricular activities with him? What the hell is going on??

“Oh, that’s cool.” I said, before leaving to get my sketchbook.

It was only Saturday and I had two days of freedom left. What was I going to do with myself? I would probably just draw like I normally did.

On the bottom of my closet were stacks of sketchbooks from when I was ten filled with up drawings of whatever you could imagine and even some you can’t. I guess I’m more anti-social because I find drawing as my only comfortable zone, so I stay in it as long as I can. Pretty safe huh?

I found my sketchbook on my nightstand and sat on my bed, not ready to face Jill again. I closed my eyes and imagine my victim, ahem, subject to draw. I couldn’t think of anyone so I let my hand dance across the paper, pencil in hand. When I was finished at first I was shocked, then, not at all. I drew Charlie.