Independent Writing #4 (part two of three)

Just a continuation of the prior. Nothing else I can say.


I guess he cared more than he said he did, Jon that is. It had always been him that I called every night to talk to and, eventually, fall asleep to. Now it was Chuck, his best friend. I guess I just didn’t understand the depth of the betrayal.

One night Chuck wasn’t answering the phone and I really needed him. I still wasn’t healed from the hurt Sean lovingly bestowed upon me and had just discovered that he had a girlfriend. One whom he had a picture of them making out on his myspace. He posted it shamelessly with no consideration for my feelings. To make matters worse, he blew me off on my birthday to go out with her and then LIED to me about it.

So I called Jon instead. He happened to be on the other line with his friend Frankie.

Now Frankie is nothing at all like Chuck. He was a “hit it and quit it” guy. Which, of course, Jon just happened to fail to tell me. Once again Jon connected our calls, thinking Frankie would help me. Didn’t he learn the first time?

Being a fragile, desperate little girl, Frankie saw an easy target and quickly began to flirt with me. It didn’t take long for me to begin to imagine us together. He got my number from Jon the nest day and called me immediately. He knew what he wanted and knew how to get it and went for it.

After awhile Chuck started to disappear from my mind. He’d call me as usual but I’d be on the phone with Frankie and would blow him off telling him I’d call him back later, and than never did. He stopped calling after awhile.

It went on for months. I was becoming increasingly depressed because he still hadn’t asked me out. I called Chuck. I needed him.

He refused to talk to me at first, saying I had dug myself into this hole and only I could dig myself out. But being the kind person he was he couldn’t leave me out in the cold for long.

I disconnected myself from Frankie and began to put my life and heart back together. I saw Chuck all the time. He was, at the risk of being cliché, my knight in shining armor. But still I thought us to be friends and nothing more, though I wanted more. I was still afraid. Afraid to let him know how I really felt. I never thought that he could feel the same. Until he kissed me.

We all met up at the movies, me, Chuck, Jon, Eli, Bree, and Gabie. We walked to Jon’s house about a 15 minute walk. While we walking he wrapped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me close, saying he heard me shivering. Soon we fell in step behind the group. He stopped walking which stopped me. I turned to him to ask what was the matter. Instead of answering he looked at me for what seemed like hours, leaned in and connected. I was in heaven.

Until the next morning.

Jon called me with a story about how Chuck said that he would get me into bed before the month was out. I never cried so hard in my life. But he was still my best friend so I called him saying we should be friends, no more, no less.

He agreed.