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Pretty In Pink
I wish I had a guy as good as the ones I see buying their girls gifts, hugging them, freezing their
asses off for them, messing with them. if only that was me. But instead, I'm a 3rd wheel. Sitting
there watching them get closer having Hollywood moments while I get further while sitting there
watching just like the director would. Because that's all I am. I am the director. Imagining how it
would be, how it would happen, but never experiencing it. i watch everyone else do it while I sit
back and observe, only being able to imagine the feeling but never being good enough to let it
happen to me.
TRINA. It popped up on my cell phone like nothing new. As soon as I saw it I grabbed my keys and
started walking towards the door.
"Katrina?" my grandmother asked.
"Who else?" I said with a sigh as I opened the door and answered my cell phone. Same as
every Weekend, party in the background with a guy she doesn't know calling saying she needs a ride
home. How it came to this? I barely know. Seems like this has been going on since the day I moved in
across the street in 3rd grade. I know that she hasn't been using me that long. I remember it like
it was just last month. I was carrying in the kite I made with some help from my dad. She was
jumping rope. My uncle was helping me get everything into the house.
"Did you make that ALL by yourself?"
"Of course, well, all except the tail, that was my father's idea."
"Wow. That's pretty neat. Was that your dad there?"
I snapped out of it. I was too busy staring at her beutiful face to relize anything around me. I
looked over to see it was only my uncle and that was when it hit me. Dad.
"Oh my gosh! Im so sorry! Your parents aren't alive are they? It's okay. I know how you feel.
It's okay to be upset, not exactly something you forget." And she gave me one of the most
comforting things I'd felt in the past 3 months, a hug. Maybe it was faith that brought us together,
or just coincidence.
"Yeah, they were killed in a fire about 3 months ago. I was at a friend's house when it
happened. I have to live with my grandmother now." I smiled at her and put out my hand,
"Im Katrina," she said as she grabbed my hand and shook it while smiling back at me,
"So are we going to fly this kite or what?"
I remember that kite. The kite on the wall in my room. The kite which was the last memory of my
father and the first memory of my best friend and love of my life.
"Dude, you can not keep doing this. It is getting really old."
"I know, I know, but what am I suppose to do? You have no idea what all she has been through
and what all-"
"She has to endure each day from everyone and blahblahblah," he finished my sentence like
a fan who repeats lyrics, "I really don't care. I mean, I know she is your best friend and all,
but just dump her already. She is never going to stop."
"Okay, I know I say that alot, but you literally don't know. And yes, she has told me alot
that even her best girlfriends do not know. And well, dude, you will never know how much this means
to her that I am here and have stuck with her through all these years." I look back over to
where Brendon was sitting to find only air. In the next room I can hear Guitar Hero being set up and
him messing with the guitar controller.
"Of course.." I sigh. He never understands anything I tell him. Then again, he has a
pretty short attention span so it's not his fault he can't understand anything deep, let alone think
about it. I don't think he has even been able to just sit still and think.
My phone. I get up to go get it from my room.
"Hello? Yes, hold on. GEORGE!!! It's the step on the phone."
"Hi. Umm, Ryan, I'm guessing Katrina is at your house? Please tell me I'm correct." It
was Katrina's step-father. He sounded worried. Then again, he always is. He knows about everything
and is pretty understanding. You see, her father was killed when she was three and so her
mother,Kathrine, remarried her step-dad, Frank. Her mom wasn't exactly the best rolemodel. She did
drugs and was an excessive drinker. She left Katrina and Frank when she was eight. They were on
their own for awhile and when Frank was about to send her to live with her aunt a few months later,
they got a call saying that Kathrine overdosed and is now dead. Frank couldn't bear sending Katrina
off by herself to only grow up just like her mother so he made sure he got custody. Now, he keeps a
close eye on her and helps her through everything. Oh yeah, did I mention Frank is bisexual. He is
constantly rating all of Katrina's friends of both gender. He thinks I'm a cutie and always urges
Trina to give me a chance. I don't go over there much anymore.
"Yes, Mr. Swain, she is. And she is okay, just needs a little rest. I'll be sure to get her
home and have her call as soon as she is feeling better."
"Thank you Ryan. Please call me Frank. You are such a good friend to her. Please, don't let
her become too much of a burden to you. She really does care about you. Don't let her ever get in
the way of anything. I can take perfectly good care of her and should probally be the one picking
her up all the time. Okay? So, please, just try to live a little. I know it is both of your last
years in high school. I want you both to suceed."
"Oh, well It is okay, really, erm.. Frank. I really have no problem with it. I usually have no
better to do on a weekend other then studies and the occasional internet surfing." I really
didn't. I never was much of a weekend person.
"Okay, well if you ever need me to, just call and I will. And I know how hard it must be for
you to have nobody to talk to, you know, about guy stuff. So, just to let you know, I see you as a
second child to me. I want you to know that if you ever need me I can be a father to you too. I know
your grandmother does enough for Katrina, " he just never shuts up. Every weekend I get this.
"Thank you. Don't worry, if I ever need advice you would be the first I'd go to. I need to get
back to Katrina now. I think she is waking up, I'll be sure to let her know you called. Bye."
After I hung up, I put my phone in my pocket and grabbed my spiral sitting on my bed. I went back
out into the main room and sat on the floor looking at Trina. She had dark brown hair, just past her
shoulders. She was wearing a Puddle Of Mudd t-shirt. Mine, I rememberletting her borrow it. Her eyes
were closed but I could still imagine them. Gorgeous, big, and dark brown. At times, they seemed
black, but I knew they weren't.
I turned on the TV to see what was on. Nothing as always. I look through the movies on. Pretty In
Pink. Classic and one of Katrina's favorites. She's always been wanting me to watch it but never
have. I guess I could finally give it a chance. It was just beginning. From the look's of it she was
getting her bum of a father up. But where's the mother? Eh, I guess I'll find out. I kept watching
and it wasn't really half bad. I was getting pretty absorbed into it not to notice Trina behind me
"Ah, finally watching it?"
"Oh hey! You're awake. And yeah, not too bad. I kind of feel bad for Duckie though. That girl
is a real ditz not to relize how much he loves her."
"Yeah, he kind of remind me of someone though. Guess?"
"Haha, nice try, but never. Try again."
"Jake Ryan? I don't know, I give up," How was I suppose to know? I really have no clue.
"What? No! Totally wrong movie dear. That's so sixteen candles! It's you silly." Now that
I didn't think of, but now that I think of it, it does sound like me. But wait, does that mean she
has it figured out?
You say that you're over it. You think that that's it. But what you don't know is that it isn't.
You can't just forget. There was something there always. You just never saw it. It's as if you were
my snuffalufagus, I was the only one who could see you. The only one who believed in you and then
you proved me wrong. You disappeared. I couldn't see you anymore. You left just because nobody else
could see you. They all didn't believe me. They only wanted to believe what I didn't. You did too.
You denied everything I realized. You only read the cliff notes, while I read the whole thing. You
took the shortcut and I took the long way. You cheated your way out while I played by the rules.
Maybe we are two different people. And just maybe, we really weren't made to be.
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