My Girl

The weather is conveniently very rainy

Of course, Lucy isn't talking to me. My life is basically a shitty teen movie, so of course she isn't talking to me. We're in the post-kiss-awkward-fight part of the best-friends-in-love story. 

Except, that would mean that she likes me back and just doesn't want to admit it.

That's not impossible, right? I never thought I'd say this, but I think it's actually fairly likely. She kissed me back. She kissed me back! That has to mean something. 

And that is how I ended up at Lucy's doorstep in the pouring rain. 

"Lucy," I say, trying and probably failing to not sound desperate, "you have to talk to me at some point."

She turns and looks at me. Well, actually she looks right past my shoulder. "I have homework to do," she says, and I try to read her tone. Is she angry? Tired? Sad? For the first time, my best friend is showing no emotion at all. 

She turns away and closes the door. As much as it pains me to do so, I don't stop her. But I can't bring myself to leave. I stand there on her doorstep, thinking and thinking, thinking about how she kissed me back, which means she probably likes me, but she is also obsessed with every boy she sees, so does that mean she doesn't like me?

And if she likes me, why does she keep slamming doors in my face?

I walk away from her door and down her driveway, and I'm halfway down the block when I hear pounding footsteps behind me. 

I turn and there she is, her cheeks flushed, her face frantic. She says, her breath laboured, "Cameron." 

And I say, "Lucy."

And she says, "I love you."

And I say, "I lo—"

But she cuts me off, and she makes the face, the face she makes when she is about to start ranting. And she says, "I only wanted to go out with Luke and all those other boys because I thought you'd never like me. They were a distraction. Making everything so much of a bigger deal than it actually is is a distraction. Because the only thing that's actually a big deal is how much I like you. Like like. Love. And I get that it's unfair to just dump it all on you, when you probably don't even like me back, and you probably don't even want to be my friend anymore, which I completely understand, but I just had to tell you, yeah?"

"Lucy. I love you too, okay?"

As I may or may not have mentioned multiple times, it's raining. That's because, as I said, my life is basically a shitty teen movie. 

And that is when Lucy kisses me. And it's wonderful, because I knew she was going to. Her hands are clasped around my face, stroking the hair at the base of my neck, and mine are pulling her waist close into me. And that's it. That's the end. We kiss and kiss as the world fades into shades of grey around us. We don't say a word. We just let the heat of the moment and the chill of the wind cancel each other out, leaving us kissing on the sidewalk in a perfect little bubble of love. 

Author's Note: Thanks so much for reading my story! Sorry this chapter took so long, I'm sure you all wanted to find out what happens to Cam and Lucy. This is the right place for me to end "My Girl," but I'm going to keep on writing similar stories set in Brookside (so you'll get lots of Cam x Lucy cameos!)

If you have an OC or anything else you'd like me to integrate into my writing, please let me know! I want my stories to mean as much to you as they do to me.