Stretched across her bed Trisha sighed. When life takes such a perfect turn, she had come to expect something bad. She was trying to get as much relaxation in as possible, trying to prepare for whatever horror, which would inevitably face her.
Julia had begun acting like the best friend she used to be. She was even being completely respectful to all the other band mates. Her mother had gotten a promotion, and she was pretty sure her chemical imbalance was stabilizing. Then again, maybe it was just the fact that she had reached a calm point in her life. She sighed, content.
The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Trisha?" The voice on the other end was quiet, almost timid.
"Isaac?" She smiled, sunbeams radiating from the gleam in her eyes.
"Yeah!" His voice perked up immediately.
"How are you?"
"I'm not too bad, how about you?"
"Good, actually really good. A lot better than I have been for a long time."
"Really? That's great."
They were silent.
"Look, Trish. I'm sorry about that last conversation we had. I mean, I was just, I was… well, I don't know what I was."
"Jealous?"
"Okay, yeah, I was a bit jealous."
"I should have known you'd have guy friends. It was really stupid of me to think that you wouldn't want to go hang out."
"And you were right about the Chris thing."
"What Chris thing?"
"That he just wanted help with something. That something turned out to be his English homework." She laughed.
"Yeah, so I was freaking out over nothing, and I'm sorry. I should have known you wouldn't cheat on me."
"Ike, what are you talking about?" She collapsed on her bed. Now she knew, the bad thing that had to happen, this was it. Isaac thought they were together, but she was with Jeremy.
"Well, I was thinking about everything you said, and I realized that you didn't think we had a relationship because I never really defined it. But now, after that conversation, you know that I like you. You know how I feel, so, I think we should clarify it."
She gulped. "Whether or not we have a relationship?"
"Yeah."
"Isaac," She trailed off in a breath.
"Uh oh, I don't think I'm liking this. Whatever you do, don't give me the 'I just want to be friends' thing."
She sobbed into the receiver. "But that's all I want to be."
"Trisha don't do this. There's something between us, don't deny it. Please, God, don't deny it."
"Even if there is… Isaac, I'm seeing someone else." She moaned, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks.
He was silent. "I see. And were you with him while I was in town? Those nights I was kissing you, were you thinking of him? And when I'm at home thinking about kissing you, are you kissing him?" He was angry. Pure hurt, rage transmitting through the telephone.
"No. I swear. It's just been for a week. I didn't even know him when you were here. Isaac, this isn't fair. Please, we weren't even together, ever. We were never officially together."
"We were together. All the time spent with each other, that was together! I put my faith in you, and this is what you've done to it. So why should I believe everything you're telling me? You let me think you like me and then you just toss me aside. I don't mean anything to you! Why wouldn't you lie? Huh? Why wouldn't you lie to me?"
"Isaac, please. I care about you, you're my friend."
"Forget this. I don't need this shit, and I sure as hell don't need you."
"ISAAC!" She sobbed, the dial tone cruelly echoing in her ear.
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