P.S. I Hate You

I took another deep breath after Terrance came outside and sat down in the place where James was. Fairly close to me. If I turned a bit our knees would be touching and then if he leaned forward then we would be nose to nose. Not the best position to be at now.

“Why…?” He asked barely above a whisper.

At first I didn’t answer. At first I didn’t want to answer. But I guess that I kind of had to. “I just needed to make everything right. With my dad having brain cancer, I just thought that I would do something to make him proud. I knew he wanted me to get along with James and for us to get married and have kids. He would never approve of us even flirting. So I did the best thing possible and you know… Broke everything off.”

“You didn’t even care,” He muttered.

I sighed and put my hair behind my ear, even though it fell anyway. “Terrance I cared so much. You honestly don’t know how hard it was for me to do it. I didn’t even want to do it. But I had to, and I’m so sorry for that.”

Terrance just shook his head and looked down at the ground. I watched him twiddle his thumbs for a while then he said, “I thought we could at lease try. Have a little fun.”

“I’m sorry Terrance, but face the facts. Soon enough people were going to find out. The press would find out and then everyone would hate me. And I do mean everyone, like the whole world would go throw tomatoes at me.”

“You don’t even want this. Why are you making such a big deal from it?” He asked.

“You're right, I don’t want this. But my dad wants this, my mom does, everyone but me! I have to marry James. I have to become queen of freaking England. And I have to have children with the asshole. I have no choice. Trust me, if I did have a choice I would be back in my home town fighting with my best friend.”

Terrance sighed and ran his hand through his hair and looked up at me. “I just don’t know what I’m going to do with you…” He muttered.

I smiled and shook my head. “Well we could defiantly be friends.”

“The best of friends?” He asked, with hope in his eyes.

“The best!” I smiled and reached over to give Terrance a hug.

He hugged me back and in the hug he said, “One more kiss for your best friend?” I laughed and separated from Terrance, keeping my arms around his shoulders. I gave him a kiss on the cheek, which of course he turned his head and gave me a full on kiss. I smiled one last time into our last kiss.

He broke the kiss and dropped his hands from my face. “Now only if those kisses were frequent.” I laughed a bit, “But I understand your decision.” For some reason, there was a feeling in my gut that he didn’t understand at all. Never did, never will…

*~*~*~*~*

“Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye…” I heard a voice say. Interrupting me from my sleep. I groaned and opened one eye and saw Amber towering over me.

“What do you want?” I muttered, rubbing my eyes and opening them fully.

“Well I’m leaving and you’ve yet to say goodbye to me.” She told me, like it was something obvious. I honestly didn’t know when she was leaving. She had so much bags….

“Well goodbye.” I muttered and rolled on my side to go back to sleep.

“I don’t want some lazy ass goodbye! I want a real goodbye.” She yelled at me, making my head pound.

“I’m going to see you in two weeks for wedding arrangements and you're going to text me when you get home anyway.” I murmured in my pillow.

“Two weeks way to long!” Amber yelled and I groaned. “Fine…” She muttered. All I could think was she better not do anything to me. Then just as I was thinking all could go wrong. Something did go wrong. She threw not cold, boiling hot water on me!

I screamed and quickly sat up in my bed, “Amber! Really?” I asked her.

She placed the pot on the bed and ran over to give me hug. “I love you best friend! I’ll see you in two weeks.”

“Don’t start with the love thing again…”

“Say it!”

I knew the consequences to not, “I love you too Amber.” I muttered into her shoulder. She squeezed me again and then ran out the room.

I sighed and fell back on my bed. Then just as I was about to go back asleep in my soaking bed and pajamas the door opened again. I groaned and placed a pillow over my face.

“Ever, its past two in the afternoon. We have stuff we need to do.” I heard James shake me.

“I don’t give a flying crap in space! I want sleep.” I muttered and turned around so I was face down on the bed.

“Fine then… I guess we’ll go the hard way.” He whispered before I heard his feet go into the bathroom. He’s probably going to throw cold water on me like Amber.

Then just as I predicted. But not only cold water was poured on me, there was also ice. I wonder how he got the ice that fast…

I yelped and sat straight up in my bed. “Y-you d-d-dick.” I shivered folding my arms to try to produce more body heat.

“Be ready in ten minutes. We have to do another interview with the press.” He yelled to me going out the door.

“Ten minutes! And you decide to wake me up now?” I yelled, quickly getting out of bed and going into the bathroom.

As fast as I could I undressed, got in the shower, did my shower thing, then got out the shower. I put my still wet hair in a ponytail then looked at the time. Only five more minutes! Oh that douche is gonna get it.

I messily put on some make up and walked out the bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around my body. “Well I didn’t know you were going to tempt me so soon.” James said as I ran to my closet.

“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled and threw on some clothes and a random dress. I looked in the mirror and thought I looked somewhat presentable. I sighed and walked out the closet. “Guess we're going to go now?” I asked James, who was casually sitting on the bed reading a magazine.

“Oh right. Forgot to tell you, we actually have another hour till we have to do the interview.” He declared and went back to his magazine.

“What!” I yelled and stomped over to him. “You just made me get ready in less then ten minutes. And now you tell me we have a fucking hour?”

He slowly looked up from his magazine and said, “Yes.”

“I’m going to get you back James Jones. And you won't like it very much.” I said stomping back in the bathroom to actually do something to my hair and makeup.

“Whatever you say mate,” He muttered and continued with his magazine.

Even though I’m pissed with James. I couldn’t help but be happy that everything was back to the way it was. The way it should be.