"What's wrong with us?" He muttered, his head up against mine through the wooden door.
"We are the broken ones" I reply, my heart sinking just at the thought "And I never love in the first place".
I was right. Love was a stranger to me, that wore di...
I opened my eyes and quickly picked it up, praying it was flashing Mums number across the screen. But to no surprise, it didn't. I picked up the phone and put it to my ear.
"Hey Sarah"
"Hey! How is your new home!?" I could hear her smirk through the phone.
"Yeah. It's good actually. Nice and Spacey. And the best part is no Martha, or her snoring" I smile and I hear her giggle in the other side
I twirl a strand of hair around in my finger.
"Well, I'm glad you're happy Char"
I sit up and let go of my hair
"What did you call?" I say unintentionally aggressively
"Uh... Char?..." She repeats and I sit at the foot of my bed in shock
I hadn't heard someone call me Char in years. Its been Carmen for a longtime.
"I'm... Sorry. I just thought you would like a... Nickname" She speaks quietly down the phone
"No! I... I do like it. I just haven't heard someone call me that in a long time" I say smiling through the phone at her
Hearing someone call me that name again gave me comfort and made me feel so normal.
"Ok? Well I gotta go. I'm going on a date with Kobe!" She says excitedly through the phone and I smile
I was happy for her.
I hadn't had a crush since Primary school. And Will ruined that so...
"Haha ok Sarah. Have a good time" I say before hanging up the phone.
I stand up and chuck my phone over by my pillow. I slip off my pajamas and into some clothes.
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I look in the mirror and adjust my jacket.
I smile as I tug at my clothes. I remember when I was 14 years old and I asked Dad for a pair of ripped jeans.
*Carmen's Memory*
"What are they good for Char? Looks like you couldn't afford new jeans" Dad giggles as we stand in the middle of the shop
I laugh and playfully shove him.
"No! They're supposed to be like that!" I giggle
"Useless! They don't even keep your knees warm" he says, poking his tongue out at me
"It's called fashion" I pout my lips and through a pair of jeans over my shoulder like a fancy woman's scarf, as though I was disgusted
