Think Twice When In Love
Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're actin' like you're somebody else
Gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
You fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you get
And you turn it into
Honestly, you promised me
I'm never gonna find you fake it
No no no
Complicated by Avril Lavigne
It was Saturday morning. The day of Gina's party. And—
"I'm serious Laura! I've got nothing to wear!" I wailed.
Laura put her hands on her hips and studied the dozens of clothes on the floor and on the bed, and the heels in front of my closet. She peeked into my closet briefly before pulling out a black corset and a denim mini skirt. And then she got out a red scarf my aunt Rose had knitted for me out from my dressing table drawer. She put the whole lot on my hands. And at the last thought, got out some black fishnet stockings.
"You'll look awesome in this get up," She said, giving me a wide smile.
And I bet I will too. Laura always had a good fashion sense.
"I trust you," I told her and then went to my bathroom to change.
A few moments later, I walked out and started modeling in front of my full-length mirror. The corset fitted just nicely, even though I got it three years ago, just never having the guts to wear it. It made my bust look slightly bigger, showing a lot of cleavage. I flung the scarf around my neck and suddenly felt like a goddess.
Laura got out from my closet, and gave me the lowdown. Then she gave me two thumbs up.
"Amazing, hey," she said, taking out my favourite velvet black jacket from behind her on the bed. "Could I borrow this for tonight?"
I studied it and then looked at her. I looked into her amber eyes to see what she could have possibly wanted it for. It was my favourite, and she knew that. I mean, she knew she couldn't come to the party when I had asked Gina. It was just yesterday I had asked her when I bumped into her in the supermarket.
"I'm sorry Isabelle," Gina said, swallowing her saliva. "I've already invited loads of people, and Laura, well, people haven't exactly been saying good stuff bout her."
I had sighed, and went on to persuade her.
"But Gina, you can't possibly believe them, Laura's a nice person, I swear," I begged. Laura wanted so much to go to the party. She had made me promised to beg Gina to let her come. And right then, I sounded and felt, so desperate.
"Isabelle, it's my party, and I don't want a girl with STD's and who snorts cocaine to be there, okay?" she said, and then jogged off. I couldn't find her after that, because although she was plump, she was a great runner.
I never got the chance to tell her that yes, Laura is pregnant, but all the other stuff people had been saying about her were all bullshit.
I snapped out from the day before events and found myself being shaken by Laura. I looked at her again and then at the jacket, and then it all clicked. She had wanted to borrow it.
"What exactly will you be doing tonight?" I asked her.
Laura sat down on my window seat and looked out the window, having that faraway distant look I've seen my mother having, too many times.
And then Laura smiled a small smile and then looked at me.
"I'm going out at the club, and I'm going to have the time of my life dancing away with them hot guys."
I nodded slowly and then decided to shake it off.
"Yeah, I guess you could borrow it, but I swear if anything happens to that pretty jacket, I'm going to bury you alive," I joked and started to laugh. I expected her to join along but when she didn't, I stopped and felt like an idiot. And then, I went to sit beside her on the window seat.
What happened to her great sense of humour?
Laura started crying. I gasped and took her into my arms.
"Laura, please don't cry."
"I can't, sometimes I wish someone would kill me already. I'm already going to my third month of being pregnant, and I need that money for the abortion so badly, my future's been ruined, I screwed up, and my dad now thinks I'm a big disgrace or something, I pray to god everyday!" She took a deep breath from saying that all out without catching her breath.
I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do, so I just carried on and held her.
"Your band, 'The Broken-Hearted' sounds great," I told John, when he and the guys had just finished their fifth number practicing in John's garage.
They were going to Chicago in a few days to play for this big international competition for a music record deal. And 'The Broken-Hearted' had been practicing three hours a day wanting to be perfect.
"Hey, my friend Gina's having this party tonight over at her place," I said, when John had placed his guitar against the wall and had went to me and put his arm around my waist. "Be my date?"
"Anything for my gal," he replied and then kissed me full on the lips in front of his friends. They whistled and cheered on as I felt my heart start to flutter.
I wanted more when he pulled back.
"Hey, I've gotta meet an old friend now, why don't I pick you up at your house, at say, 7 p.m.?" He said, and I nodded sadly. I had planned to spent a bit of time with him. I just couldn't stand it when we were apart.
But then we shared one more sweet kiss and then I decided to just get a grip.
Since John had to go, and I had a couple of hours before I needed to really get ready for the party, I decided to do something I had wanted to do forever.
So I used the money I got for Christmas and got my tongue pierced.
And you know what? I don't regret it one bit even though I knew mum was going to kill me and Maribella was going to be insanely jealous.
An hour before the party, after I had changed and applied a bit of make up, I sat in front of the televisyen with mum on the couch. On dad's couch.
I think that we both felt tension as our minds wandered back to the good ol' days when we had a father who came home every Friday night for quality time with us and when one of us weren't spending a lot of time in the hospital.
"So…" I started, wanting to break the silence. We were watching the Oprah Winfrey show with the topic on why husbands cheated on their wives.
Yeah, not exactly the show to take our minds off the memories.
"Hush, I wanna see this," mum said and leaned closer, with her elbows on her thighs.
I rolled my eyes and got up to get a glass of milk from the kitchen, when I heard my mum gasped.
"We interrupt with some breaking news," the sound of the reporter on the t.v. said.
I turned around and saw that Alfredo's, the pizza place where John, Michael(the guy I had a one time fling on the dance floor), and his brother Adam worked had been robbed. I took a deep breath when I remembered that John only worked on the weekdays.
"Fortunately, no one was hurt, except for the assistant manager, Michael Skyes, who was shot in the arm," the blond reporter who's name was Ally Stewart said. I was taken aback when I saw Michael's picture flash across the screen.
He didn't look so hot lying on the ground, with a few people around him and his brother, Adam crowding around him, clutching his bloody arm. His shirt was soaked with blood. I felt my heart fall as I saw that Michael tried hard to keep conscious.
"All this trouble," Ally started to say, and then pictures of my favourite pizza place flashed across the screen. It was a mess, and the cash register had been broken, with money splattering everywhere. "Had been caused by a teenage girl, who was caught on the camera's."
And then they showed a short video of a girl storming into the place(you knew she was a girl with her size D boobs), dressed all in black, wearing a black scarf that covered her head and half her face. You could see some blond strands tugging out.
Michael refused to open the cash register and give the girl the money, and by then all the customers had fell to the floor following her instructions. The second time Michael refused, the girl took a gun out of the front pocket of her, wait! My velvet jacket, as she had showed her side, and when I saw the clear silver print, I.R., the abbreviations of my name inscripted on the pocket.
I narrowed my eyes and was speechless, as the girl shot Michael and jumped over the counter and threw the cash register to the wall until it crashed open and the money came out. She took all she could take and ran out of the restaurant, but not before I could stare into her scared amber eyes.
As the Oprah Winfrey show came back on, all I could think of was, how the girl was going to get out of the trouble that was obviously going to head her way and would she be able, would she have the courage, to pay for her actions?
At 7.00 p.m. sharp, the phone rang.
"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"Hey, baby, it's me John, look, I'm sorry I can't go to the party with you tonight, I'm at the hospital, Michael's been hurt."
I took a deep breath and let it out.
"Its okay, I saw the news, I was thinking of not going to the party anyway," I said.
"No, baby, Bella, I know how much it meant to you, so Harry's coming over your house in his father's Ferrari and picking you up and he's going to put a smile on your pretty face," John said.
Oh my god.
"I love you, John."
"I love you more."
I felt my knees start to weaken and it was almost like I could feel his arms around me again.
"So how's it going?" he asked.
I looked over at the t.v., still remembering seeing my jacket being showed off on t.v. by a girl who robbed a pizza place and shot a guy in the arm just to pay for her own shit. And that girl being a person I was closely acquinted with.
"Well, it's sort of complicated. Too complicated than you'll ever be able to understand, baby."
As promised, Harry was waiting outside in his dad's black Ferrari with the top down, honking the horn. He had always been a rich fella.
And being the cute lil' gentlemen he was, he got out of the driver's seat to open the door for me. He gave me a small hug and kissed me on the cheek.
"John wanted me to sent you his best regards," he started saying in a fake British accent. Then he chuckled that childish laugh of his. "You look just like the sluttiest princess, Isabelle."
I hit him in the head with my purse.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm supposed to be cheering you up."
"Harry, may I ask, DO you even have a driver's license," I asked, looking his 5 feet self up and down. Man, he must have been at least, 3 inches more shorter than me.
"Well, I've got my dad's I.D., and god knows he looks exactly like me."
I heard him sigh. He was right. His dad wasn't exactly lucky growing up to a height like every other guy teenager. And to be honest, I don't think he exactly sounds like a man.
Harry helped me into the car and we started to ride in silence.
He turned on the radio and 'Confessions Of a Broken Heart' by Lindsay Lohan started playing. It was the first time I had ever heard it, and Laura had told me she could relate to it so much. And I couldn't help feeling too, that I could relate to it too, as I started thinking about my father.
to father, daughter to father
I don't know you, but I still want to
Daughter to father, daughter to father
Tell me the truth, did you ever love me
Cause these are, these are
The confessions, of a broken heart"
I blinked back the tears. And as we passed Laura's house, I looked up at her room and saw that the lights were on. She stopped changing out of her black clothes and we shared a moment staring into each other's eyes, each wanting to know how much the other knew about them.
Oh my god, this story is really heating up yeah? I know I have been putting off talking about Gina's party, but I swear, the next chapter, the party IS going to happen and some pretty amazing stuff is going to happen.
Like what happens when John and Joey meet again? Will Joey tell him he had kissed his girlfriend? And what is up with Belle's dad? And….last but not least, will Isabella ever confess that she knew Laura was the one, who shot Michael and robbed the pizza place?
Reviews, reviews, reviews. God knows I need them. And hopefully the next chapter will be up pretty quick too. Well, again, see ya later people!
Love, Cool Ruzz ♦