Girl Heart Boy- Time Runs Out

Sarah and Ash are best friends. But none of them could have ever predicted the events that would occur.

Joe's on his way home, and although she tries to hide it, Sarah is ecstatic.

But even that could spell trouble.


5. Guilt

It took me two hours to get ready after Ashley insisted on nothing less than perfection for the night. She started with my make up- something that I was not accustomed to wearing- that seemed to create a whole new level of confidence within me. The foundation made my skin look perfect and delicate, and my eyes were dusted and decorated for a 'smoky eye' look. And she didn't fall shy on the mascara either- making my lashes long and deep in colour. 

The experiment that followed involved my hair- Ash had obviously carefully planned my look. My hair was curled then styled into a pretty decoration that danced down my back. I couldn't believe my eyes when she finally gave me the mirror to inspect her works. There was a completely new me standing where my reflection should have been. My mouth dropped open in surprise before my head frantically turned to face her. She had a smug and triumphant look spread across her face- she was just as impressed with her works as I was. "You're insane Ashley, how have you done this?!" My question was my instinctive reaction to what I had witnessed and I still couldn't get my head around it. Her reply nearly made me cry.

"No Sarah. This isn't me, this is you. You're the most beautiful girl ever and it has just taken a new light to let you see that. Joe's insane to ever have left- and him seeing you like this on your date tonight is going to make him realise." 

"It's not a date!" The emotional words were so pleasing, but all I got from it was the reference to our meal. She could not just accept that I didn't want, or expect, any more than a nice catch up over dinner- not as a date. Joe wouldn't want that and neither did I. My anger was now rising as her constant mention of dates and boyfriends burned rage through my soul. She was never going to accept the truth- I wasn't like her and, no matter how much of a good friend she was, I didn't particularly want to be.

"Sarah you're such and old romantic! Get back down to reality, guys don't want you unless you sell it. You're never going to have anyone sat in the corner daydreaming about a 'Titanic' love-at-first-sight, fall-into-each-other's-arms moment. That's probably why Joe didn't stick around!" My fury had overflowed and I couldn't hold it any more- how dare she! My face fell as the joy I was just experiencing evaporated.

"You have no right to lecture me about what I do. I don't care that you're my best friend- no one tells me how to feel!" That was the first time I had ever really shouted at Ashley- and she was just as shocked as I was. 

Her reaction to my outburst was calm for what I expected: she just grabbed her bag from my bed and was evidently making her way out. But I felt too bad to just let her leave. "Ash, wait, where're going?" My voice was timid and strained as my guilt poured through every syllable.

"Don't 'Ash' me, you quite clearly have your mind made up about all of this, so I'm just going to go." Her monotone and mumbled reply made me feel worse. This was the worst start of an evening ever. And the worst part is- I probably would love it to be a date.

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