You Wrote the Book on How to Be a Liar
No Worries
“Cameron, can I please come in?” my mum asked me from outside my room.
“Go away” I cried, burying my face deeper in my sheet. I heard the door open and my mum walked in. She sat on the end of my bed.
“Cami, what’s going on?” She asked me, pulling off my blankets.
“Go away” I cried again, pulling the blankets back on me.
“Is it Dougie?” she asked. I nodded slightly,
“He’s leaving tomorrow!” I yelled, rolling off my bed and running to my bathroom, closing the door and locking it. I fell to the floor, and curled in a ball and cried. My mom walked to the door.
“I’m sorry, maybe instead of crying you should spend the last day he is here with him.” She said.
“I HATE HIM” I yelled, crying harder.
“You don’t hate him, he is your best friend. Now get showered and dressed.”
“No!” I yelled.
“Now!” My mom demanded. I groaned an got in the shower, I dried my hair, and got dressed. I walked out of my room, and into the living room.
“Sweetie, I know you don’t want to, but can you please go over to Dougie’s? You will really regret it if you never say goodbye to him.” My mum said
“Fine!” I yelled, as I stormed out of the house. My mum was right. I couldn’t live with myself if I left without ever saying goodbye. I walked over to his house, and gently knocked on the door. Mrs. Poynter answered, she smiled when she saw me,
“Why hello Cameron!” She exclaimed, “Good to see you, how are you doing?”
“I’m alright, is Dougie home?” I asked.
“Yes dear, he is up in his room, so ahead and go up” she said, opening the door for me to go in,
“Thanks” I whispered, as I ran up the stair and turned the corner and walked down the hall to Dougie’s room, Blink posters covered his door. I knocked. I heard I crash, and then Dougie opened the door. I smiled slightly when he saw me,
“Hey” he whispered
“Hey” I said, looking down
“I’m sorry” we both said at the same time. We laughed,
“Come in, I am just finishing packing my stuff.” Dougie said, as I followed him into his room. He has random books, clothes, and stuff all over his room.
“Listen, Dougie, I am so sorry I was making this about me, its not about me, its about what you want, and I am so happy for you” I started, but I stopped when Dougie’s finger was pressed against my lips.
“It’s fine. I forgive you” He said, pulling me close to him, embracing me in a tight hug. I rested my head on his shoulder. And then I knew no matter how close or far away we were everything would be fine, we have no worries at all.
“Go away” I cried, burying my face deeper in my sheet. I heard the door open and my mum walked in. She sat on the end of my bed.
“Cami, what’s going on?” She asked me, pulling off my blankets.
“Go away” I cried again, pulling the blankets back on me.
“Is it Dougie?” she asked. I nodded slightly,
“He’s leaving tomorrow!” I yelled, rolling off my bed and running to my bathroom, closing the door and locking it. I fell to the floor, and curled in a ball and cried. My mom walked to the door.
“I’m sorry, maybe instead of crying you should spend the last day he is here with him.” She said.
“I HATE HIM” I yelled, crying harder.
“You don’t hate him, he is your best friend. Now get showered and dressed.”
“No!” I yelled.
“Now!” My mom demanded. I groaned an got in the shower, I dried my hair, and got dressed. I walked out of my room, and into the living room.
“Sweetie, I know you don’t want to, but can you please go over to Dougie’s? You will really regret it if you never say goodbye to him.” My mum said
“Fine!” I yelled, as I stormed out of the house. My mum was right. I couldn’t live with myself if I left without ever saying goodbye. I walked over to his house, and gently knocked on the door. Mrs. Poynter answered, she smiled when she saw me,
“Why hello Cameron!” She exclaimed, “Good to see you, how are you doing?”
“I’m alright, is Dougie home?” I asked.
“Yes dear, he is up in his room, so ahead and go up” she said, opening the door for me to go in,
“Thanks” I whispered, as I ran up the stair and turned the corner and walked down the hall to Dougie’s room, Blink posters covered his door. I knocked. I heard I crash, and then Dougie opened the door. I smiled slightly when he saw me,
“Hey” he whispered
“Hey” I said, looking down
“I’m sorry” we both said at the same time. We laughed,
“Come in, I am just finishing packing my stuff.” Dougie said, as I followed him into his room. He has random books, clothes, and stuff all over his room.
“Listen, Dougie, I am so sorry I was making this about me, its not about me, its about what you want, and I am so happy for you” I started, but I stopped when Dougie’s finger was pressed against my lips.
“It’s fine. I forgive you” He said, pulling me close to him, embracing me in a tight hug. I rested my head on his shoulder. And then I knew no matter how close or far away we were everything would be fine, we have no worries at all.