Love and Lies
Chapter 1:
“They don’t know what we do best. It’s between me and you, our little secret.”
“Ughh”, I yelled as I reached for my phone,“What Layla? “
“You know, if I didn’t know you any better I would think you hated me by the way you just answered. Do not forget, we will be spending a full year together bestfriend.”
“Okay, Okay” I relented. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and mentally groaned. It was 9 in the morning. “So bestfriend, why are you waking me up at this precious hour?” I say with sarcasm dripping in my voice.
“Oh shut up! I am excited!! We are going to England! AHHHH!” she said excitedly, “Plus I’m at your door so come open it.”
“I thought you had a key?” I say as I trudge downstairs.
“Yeah well I lost it.” She says as I open the door.
“Wow” I say as I look at her outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=91974427). She can pull off being up this early. Now we all know I can’t.
“I’m trying out the new lipstick I got the other day. Does it look alright?”
“Yeah, you look good for someone who’s going to watch me sleep.”
“Hahaha, very funny. We are going to the mall. I need some last minute things for the plane ride,” she says as she starts going up the steps to my room. We practically live at each other’s houses so this is nothing out of the ordinary.
“Why at 9? The mall will still be open at 12.”
“Ella if you don’t start getting dressed in 2 minutes I will sit on you.” I stared at the back of her head for a good 30 seconds trying to gauge if she really would.
“Stop staring at me. I will sit on you. Now hurry up. We all know everyone and their mother will be at the mall for Memorial Day.”
“Ughhh fine!” I swear it’s like she could read my mind or something. Sometimes we are just too close. I walked over to my closet trying to decide what to wear. I certainly don’t have the hipster look Layla does but I do have my own style. I looked down at my pajamas (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=91975366) and thought, would it really be that bad to just go in this?
“Uh, yes it would be Els. You wore that to sleep in,” Layla said as she picked up my perfumes one by one.
“We really are too close. And actually the shirt is clean. I just grabbed it last night to throw on so yes I am wearing it today and I don’t care if its gross,” I say quite defiantly as I walk to the bathroom.
“Whatever, just come out looking smoking!” She yells as I shut the door.
“Always” I answer laughing. When I come out, she looks me up and down and nods with approval. (http://www.polyvore.com/ellas_outfit_for_mall/set?id=91973409)
We get into her car and start to leave. I absolutely love her car. She got it for her 18th birthday. (http://weheartit.com/entry/64825505/search?page=5&query=white+car&sort=best_match). I reach for the radio and began to look for something we can sing to. As soon as I hear One Direction, I stop. It’s Best Song Ever and we absolutely love it.
“Maybe it’s the way she walked, straight into my heart and stole it. Through the door and past the guards,” we both sing at the top of our lungs. These are the times I enjoy with my best friend. We take turns back and forth singing until we get to Louis’ part. At his part, we are both quiet.
“Wow,” Layla says quietly. We’ve heard this song at least 30 million times each but his part gets us each time.
“I know”, I say, “Ohh Zayn’s high note!!” and we both start squealing.
“These boys will be the death of us,” Layla says confidently as we pull up to the Woodbury premium outlets. We both live in Woodbury, which is upstate New York.
Layla opens her door and comes over to open mine. “Well thank you, peasant,” I say in a snobby tone.
“Of course, my lady. Anything for you,” She says while half bowing which makes me laugh.
“You’re stupid!” I say while laughing.
“Anything to make you laugh, bestfriend,” Layla says. As we start to walk into Coach, I get hit with a bad memory.
“Babe, I need clothes for the wedding,” my then boyfriend Alexander whined.
“Alright, I’m looking!I said as I walked over to the rack of ties. “Do you like this one?” I asked as I held up a lavender colored tie.
“If I get it will you match your dress to it? I don’t want to just wear a purple tie,” he says.
“Well obviously, babe. And it’s not purple, its lavender,” I say as I picked it up.
“Oh God, Ella. That doesn’t make it any better,” he said groaning.
“Shut up,” I said laughing.
“Ella! Hello!” Layla said while waving her hand in my face.
“What? Sorry. I was thinking of something,” I stammered.
“What were you thinking of? Oh wait”-She looks around the store, realizing where we were at. “I’m sorry. Let’s go somewhere else.”
“No, Layla. It’s okay. I’m going have to face it someday.” Alexander and I were dating for 2 years when I caught him cheating on me at his mom’s wedding in the closet with some slut. It’s scary to think him and I would have still been together when I go to London. I wonder how many people he would have slept with then.
“Ughh”, I yelled as I reached for my phone,“What Layla? “
“You know, if I didn’t know you any better I would think you hated me by the way you just answered. Do not forget, we will be spending a full year together bestfriend.”
“Okay, Okay” I relented. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and mentally groaned. It was 9 in the morning. “So bestfriend, why are you waking me up at this precious hour?” I say with sarcasm dripping in my voice.
“Oh shut up! I am excited!! We are going to England! AHHHH!” she said excitedly, “Plus I’m at your door so come open it.”
“I thought you had a key?” I say as I trudge downstairs.
“Yeah well I lost it.” She says as I open the door.
“Wow” I say as I look at her outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=91974427). She can pull off being up this early. Now we all know I can’t.
“I’m trying out the new lipstick I got the other day. Does it look alright?”
“Yeah, you look good for someone who’s going to watch me sleep.”
“Hahaha, very funny. We are going to the mall. I need some last minute things for the plane ride,” she says as she starts going up the steps to my room. We practically live at each other’s houses so this is nothing out of the ordinary.
“Why at 9? The mall will still be open at 12.”
“Ella if you don’t start getting dressed in 2 minutes I will sit on you.” I stared at the back of her head for a good 30 seconds trying to gauge if she really would.
“Stop staring at me. I will sit on you. Now hurry up. We all know everyone and their mother will be at the mall for Memorial Day.”
“Ughhh fine!” I swear it’s like she could read my mind or something. Sometimes we are just too close. I walked over to my closet trying to decide what to wear. I certainly don’t have the hipster look Layla does but I do have my own style. I looked down at my pajamas (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=91975366) and thought, would it really be that bad to just go in this?
“Uh, yes it would be Els. You wore that to sleep in,” Layla said as she picked up my perfumes one by one.
“We really are too close. And actually the shirt is clean. I just grabbed it last night to throw on so yes I am wearing it today and I don’t care if its gross,” I say quite defiantly as I walk to the bathroom.
“Whatever, just come out looking smoking!” She yells as I shut the door.
“Always” I answer laughing. When I come out, she looks me up and down and nods with approval. (http://www.polyvore.com/ellas_outfit_for_mall/set?id=91973409)
We get into her car and start to leave. I absolutely love her car. She got it for her 18th birthday. (http://weheartit.com/entry/64825505/search?page=5&query=white+car&sort=best_match). I reach for the radio and began to look for something we can sing to. As soon as I hear One Direction, I stop. It’s Best Song Ever and we absolutely love it.
“Maybe it’s the way she walked, straight into my heart and stole it. Through the door and past the guards,” we both sing at the top of our lungs. These are the times I enjoy with my best friend. We take turns back and forth singing until we get to Louis’ part. At his part, we are both quiet.
“Wow,” Layla says quietly. We’ve heard this song at least 30 million times each but his part gets us each time.
“I know”, I say, “Ohh Zayn’s high note!!” and we both start squealing.
“These boys will be the death of us,” Layla says confidently as we pull up to the Woodbury premium outlets. We both live in Woodbury, which is upstate New York.
Layla opens her door and comes over to open mine. “Well thank you, peasant,” I say in a snobby tone.
“Of course, my lady. Anything for you,” She says while half bowing which makes me laugh.
“You’re stupid!” I say while laughing.
“Anything to make you laugh, bestfriend,” Layla says. As we start to walk into Coach, I get hit with a bad memory.
“Babe, I need clothes for the wedding,” my then boyfriend Alexander whined.
“Alright, I’m looking!I said as I walked over to the rack of ties. “Do you like this one?” I asked as I held up a lavender colored tie.
“If I get it will you match your dress to it? I don’t want to just wear a purple tie,” he says.
“Well obviously, babe. And it’s not purple, its lavender,” I say as I picked it up.
“Oh God, Ella. That doesn’t make it any better,” he said groaning.
“Shut up,” I said laughing.
“Ella! Hello!” Layla said while waving her hand in my face.
“What? Sorry. I was thinking of something,” I stammered.
“What were you thinking of? Oh wait”-She looks around the store, realizing where we were at. “I’m sorry. Let’s go somewhere else.”
“No, Layla. It’s okay. I’m going have to face it someday.” Alexander and I were dating for 2 years when I caught him cheating on me at his mom’s wedding in the closet with some slut. It’s scary to think him and I would have still been together when I go to London. I wonder how many people he would have slept with then.
update
1/26/14