"C'mon, please? Let's go out tonightttt," Hal whined. She made that stupid puppydog face that was always supposed to make me give in- but I never did. Her light blue eyes twinkled in fascination of my expression. Her painted dark purple lips stayed pursued in suspense of my response.
"No," I responded. "I'm really fucking tired tonight, Hal." I threw myself on the couch and gave a big sigh as I propped my feet up.
"Luke, you're no goddamn fun!" She sounded so disappointed. Her dark eyesbrows knitted together as her face crumpled up into a scowl.
"I know," I said casually.
"Please? Just one club. One." She appeared right next to me and sat on the edge of the couch near my head. She always smelled like roses because of her strange perfume obsession, and I could smell her right now.
"Hal," I started.
"Luke," she threw back.
"Hal, I-" I glanced up at her angelic face. Ok fine, I thought. Besides, what harm would a little extra partying do tonight? I was in need of some of that, anyways. Especially if it was with her, Haleigha, my overall best friend. "Fine," I finally gave in.
"Yay, yay, yay!" She got up to jump around. I watched her with no sign of amusement as she danced into the kitchen in her high, clunky black boots. Her curled dark brown hair bounced with her every step.What a fuckin dork she was though.
"You're a dork!" I called to her.
"So are you!" she called back from the kitchen.
It was around 9:30 at night and we were at her dad's apartment. He wasn't in town at the time, (he's usually not) so most of these kinds of nights I just stayed over here with her. I know, I know. I know exactly what you're thinking. But Hal and I aren't like that. We're just friends. . . acquaintances. . .whatever the fuck you want to call us- just anything but lovers. Besides, we've been friends for the past two years- since grade 10. But that's all.
"Do you want anything to eat before we go out?" Her voice boomed from the other room.
I closed my eyes, knowing this would be the only real amount of shut eye I'd be getting for a while. Hal loved to go out partying. And to be honest, so did I. But not as much as her. I always had to prepare myself. "No," I told her.
The next thing I knew, she was waking me up. "Wake up, you little shit," she shook me intensely. My eyes shot open.
"Jesus, Hal! Let loose, I'm awake!" I shot.
"Well, c'mon then, let's get out of here!" She threw me my coat as I got up.
"How long was I out?" I silently hoped for her to say a decent amount of time since that was the only amount of sleep I'd be getting in a while. But she spat out, "Eh, thirty, forty minutes." Ugh. Good enough.
We took the stairs down to the parking garage of the dingy apartment. I could only use elevators when I wasn't with her. Did I mention Hal has a strange, undying fear of elevators? Well, she does.
"Where'd you park, Hemmo?" she asked as I pulled out my keys.
"1D," I answered as I found my car and unlocked the door.
"Henry!" Hal screamed, running towards the car.
"Oh my god, Haleigha. For the last fucking time, my car does not have a name," I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, he does and it's Henry," she retorted. See, this is the kind of shit we are all about, Haleigha and I. We fight over stupid shit that doesn't matter. Anyone else would call it flirting, but I would just say that's how our personalities go. Like peanut butter and mayonnaise or Skittles and M&Ms.
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the promise ➳ hemmings
Fanfiction| Promises are just very sincere lies. We make them thinking that we'll keep them. But in time, our motivation to keep them fades-- just like the hope and trust others had in us that they wouldn't. It's just sad to think that's what our relationship...
