The Movies Make It Look Easy

Chapter 72

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Chapter 72

 

Shannon’s P.O.V:

 

I raised my hand to knock on the door for the third time, beginning to wonder with more than a little exasperation if anyone was even home. I cursed under my breath, knowing I probably should have called first. Spontaneity and I had never been the best of friends.

While I waited for a response, I leant against the doorframe and closed my eyes, thinking back over the last twenty four hours. It all seemed slightly surreal, but I still got a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach when I thought of Nick. An involuntary smile tugged at my lips when I remembered all that had happened between us. Sometimes I forgot that we’d only known each other for a few months – it felt like a lot longer. But weren’t those the best friendships? When it felt like you’d known someone your whole life. They were the friendships that lasted.

As I waited, I couldn’t help but reflect on the fact that I’d once rolled my eyes at girls that were so fixated on their boyfriends, they thought of little else, and I’d told myself I’d never be one of them. But now, the butterflies I got at the mere thought of Nick being my boyfriend made me realise that not only was I one of those girls, I had been for a long time. Without me realising it, he had woven himself so tightly into my life that I couldn’t imagine not seeing him every day. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do next year but I quickly buried the thought before I could dwell on it.

Ever since Ryan’s death, I’d been plagued with anxiety. I’d suffered a few minor panic attacks; when the world seemed to close in around me, my throat constricting until I found it hard to breathe. Thankfully, they lasted no more than a minute or two, but I felt totally out of my depth. I knew I should tell someone, but I still had this irrational feeling that I was unnecessarily burdening others with my problems. So I pushed my friends and family away, hating myself for hurting them.

Hopefully, things would change now that Nick and I had reconciled; wiping the slate clean completely. I sighed, my thoughts, as usual, drifting back to the one person I wished I could talk to, the one person I’d never be able to confide in again. Some days were better than others. Some days, though, it was a struggle to even get out of bed. I couldn’t help but feel that things could only get better. After all, Nick and I seemed to be doing better than ever.

I shook my head to myself, raising my hand to rap once more on the door. Finally, I heard the muffled sounds of footsteps approaching. The door opened a little and Nikki poked her head around the gap. Her eyes widened when she saw me and I figured out her reluctance to open the door when she threw her arms around me. She was wearing only a towel.

“Shannon! Oh my God, you’re here! I’m so, so sorry for keeping you waiting. I was in the shower, as you can probably guess.” She giggled shrilly in my ear and I gently disengaged myself from her tight embrace.

“It’s fine. I should have called.”

She grabbed my hand and dragged me into the apartment, babbling away at such a speed that I had a hard time understanding her.