Chapter 4
Cheryl’s POV
Sh*t. That’s how I feel. How did I get here? One stupid thought and one stupid night… and here I am… no Kimberley. I miss her.
I look around the room to check for any clothing she might’ve left here. Only now do I realise that my room’s a mess. The floor is covered with random DVDs, tissues, clothes from when I was forced to go to X factor auditions, plates with rotting food and empty bottles of vodka. But my most embarrassing finding are pictures of Kimberley all over my bed.
I suddenly hear Nicola’s singing voice near my bedroom door and attempt to hide the pictures. She’s been spending the week at my place, which, although I appreciate, has led to some embarrassing moments on my part. Not that she hasn’t seen me cry or be drunk before, but I know that if I was in her position right now, I’d find me pathetic.
I feel pathetic. I can’t even count the amount of times I’ve tried calling Kimberley this week. I vividly remember the last time though.
“Cheryl, I’m really sorry but Kimberley is not ready to talk to you. She wanted me to tell you to stop calling and spend the time thinking about what you want”.
“But Nadine… I know what I want… I don’t need time to think. I’ve told her that”.
“Well… then I guess she needs time to think”.
“Think about what?! There’s nothing to think about. Nadine, please let us talk to her?!”
“As much as I want to, I can’t force her to talk to you Cheryl. I only picked up the phone because I wanted to let you know… I’m sorry”.
So after a week of ‘thinking’, I’ve still not heard from Kimberley and I’m starting to get worried. At first I thought she was just p!ssed at me and needed some time to cool off, but now it seems like it’s a whole other issue.
Nicola knocks on my door and pulls me into a hug as soon as she’s jumped onto my bed.
“Gooood morning babe. How do you feel?” I usually love Nicola’s attempt at positivity but in this case it’s so far out that I can’t help raising my eyebrows at her.
“Okay… so I guess not good. But I had an idea… something that might cheer you up… shopping! We need new outfits!”
“Egh… Nic… why would that cheer me up? I hate changing rooms… with their damned lights and mirrors… and to be honest… I don’t need a new outfit”. Nicola gives me a timid smile and explains.
“Well… I know you’ve been busy… with… erm… lying around… so I wasn’t expecting you to remember the date. But it is sort of my birthday next week and I was hoping we could all still hang out for that”. Sh*t. I completely forgot my best friend’s birthday. I’m such a d*ck.
“F*ck... Nic I’m sorry! Of course we can... or… anyway… I’ll be there… I’m not sure about…”
“Kimberley said she’ll come… I called her”. As she says this, Nicola grabs my hand and squeezes it softly. To be honest, I’m completely numbed by the prospect of seeing Kimberley again. Just seeing her face and hearing her voice, that’s all I’ve been yearning for. Just to be near her is enough… for now.
