“Nice.” I choke out, through the feeling of my heart breaking.
That’s the thing about Joseph, he can break my heart, even though it’s not whole to start with.
That’s the thing about Joseph, he can break my heart, even though it’s not whole to start with.
“Yeah, she’s pretty cute. I take it you would’ve told me if we had a string.” I say.
I nod again. “No string.” I say. “What’d you say?” I ask, and I feel my heart break into a few more pieces.
“I said yes.” I say, shrugging. “We’re going to the dance on Friday.”
The Halloween dance.
I know we’ll dress up in our costume together, but it’s like a wall has been placed between us.
I think that if I didn’t see the strings I would’ve asked Joseph out by now, or maybe I would still be as scared to as I am now.
He doesn’t know it but the strings ruin a lot.
Knowing that I probably wont end up with Joseph is beyond painful, if I didn’t have them my heart might get broken but it couldn’t break my heart anymore than it’s already broken.
I know we’ll dress up in our costume together, but it’s like a wall has been placed between us.
I think that if I didn’t see the strings I would’ve asked Joseph out by now, or maybe I would still be as scared to as I am now.
He doesn’t know it but the strings ruin a lot.
Knowing that I probably wont end up with Joseph is beyond painful, if I didn’t have them my heart might get broken but it couldn’t break my heart anymore than it’s already broken.
“Nice.” I say, nodding, even though I can feel my heart fall apart just a little more, how is it not completely dust now?
“Yeah, she’s pretty awesome, smart, funny, pretty.” I say, blushing slightly at the last word.
“I don’t quite know how to respond to that.” I say, forcing a smile.
I wonder for just a moment, if he thinks I’m pretty. I study my reflection in the large window. Long dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, pink lips, my nose is kinda small.
“Something wrong?” I ask, finishing off my cinnamon roll.
That, something as simple as a smile makes me want to crumble, just fall into his arms.
It makes me wish the strings didn’t exist.
It makes me wish the strings didn’t exist.
“Hey, Charlotte.” Tim says.
Tim is my step-dad, has been since I was 10.
We aren’t exactly close, I’m not sure how many people are close to their step-parents, though.
It’s not like we hate each other or anything, we just aren’t close, things are a little awkward.
He doesn’t try to replace my dad which is nice.
Not that I really have a dad for him to replace.
My parents split when I was 7, my mom got custody of me, and a few years later she married Tim.
My dad hasn’t remarried.
Yet.
He has a fiancee though (they do have a string), I actually like her a lot. She’s an artist, she does pottery. She’s got a studio downtown and teaches at a rec-center.
My dad and I aren’t all the close.
Yet, I’m going to be a bridesmaid at the wedding.
Now had it been my dad’s idea I might be happier, I mean I probably would’ve said no if he had been the one to ask, but it would at least make it seem like he might care even a little bit about me.
No, the fiancee, Julie, asked, so I said yes.
I’m about ninety-five percent sure that the world hates me.
Like hey, as if your life won't be hard enough, what with the divorce, the remarrying, the awkward conversations at the dinner table between you and your actual dad, and the whole falling for your best friend thing, have strings that tell you if you’re meant to be!
Oh yeah, and that’ll make the the whole falling for the best friend thing even more fun!
Tim is my step-dad, has been since I was 10.
We aren’t exactly close, I’m not sure how many people are close to their step-parents, though.
It’s not like we hate each other or anything, we just aren’t close, things are a little awkward.
He doesn’t try to replace my dad which is nice.
Not that I really have a dad for him to replace.
My parents split when I was 7, my mom got custody of me, and a few years later she married Tim.
My dad hasn’t remarried.
Yet.
He has a fiancee though (they do have a string), I actually like her a lot. She’s an artist, she does pottery. She’s got a studio downtown and teaches at a rec-center.
My dad and I aren’t all the close.
Yet, I’m going to be a bridesmaid at the wedding.
Now had it been my dad’s idea I might be happier, I mean I probably would’ve said no if he had been the one to ask, but it would at least make it seem like he might care even a little bit about me.
No, the fiancee, Julie, asked, so I said yes.
I’m about ninety-five percent sure that the world hates me.
Like hey, as if your life won't be hard enough, what with the divorce, the remarrying, the awkward conversations at the dinner table between you and your actual dad, and the whole falling for your best friend thing, have strings that tell you if you’re meant to be!
Oh yeah, and that’ll make the the whole falling for the best friend thing even more fun!
Thanks universe, message received. I hate you too.
“Hey.” I say back.
I head up to my room and through my backpack onto my bed. I sit down at my desk and open my laptop. I’ve got a message, yay me.
I head up to my room and through my backpack onto my bed. I sit down at my desk and open my laptop. I’ve got a message, yay me.
Hey Charlotte, do you go by Charlie?
Oh well I guess it doesn’t really matter.