I arrive home at 7:45 pm. I cried the entire time on my way home after I dropped Selena off at her house. The guilt inside eats me up real bad.

I know this is not about me, but I can't control my emotions.

Christian is lying on his couch watching TV when I walk in. He's probably waiting for me to come home.

"Yelle? Are you crying?" He asks and walks towards me.

"No I'm not" I deny.

"Honey what happened?"

"Chris I'm such a terrible person and I'm so ashamed of myself" I cry. He puts his arms around my body.

"No Yelle. You're not. You're one of the most amazing people I know. Why would you think otherwise?"

"No, I'm not Chris. Don't say that"
"It's okay honey. Do you wanna talk? You wanna tell me what happened?"

"No.... Not now"

"Okay honey. Please stop crying. It hurts"

He guides me to the couch to sit and takes my shoes of, before he gently pushes me back to lay down.

He sits down on the floor next to the couch, in front of me and gently rubs my head.
I calm down a little, before I start telling him about my time with Selena and what she told me.

"You know. Apart from that drama at the party you didn't really do anything to her except not liking her. I can't remember you saying or doing something to hurt her while the others were at it. She just assumed that you were the one telling them to say hurtful things to her"

"That's what she said too. But.. then why do I feel guilty?"

"Maybe it's cause you didn't try to stop them. I know you wouldn't hurt anyone just like that if they didn't do you wrong. You care about people in a..... strange way. Your own way"

"But I never cared about her. I actually wished she'd disappear"

Chris chuckles and says "You've always cared for her, you just didn't admit it to yourself. Just think. Why did you always try to help her after she got insulted or something? Even when you didn't go after her, you always felt bad. Tell me if I'm wrong"

"No, you're right. I did feel bad sometimes, but how would you know that?"

"I don't listen to your conversations in your sleep for nothing"

"Christian!! Those conversations are supposed to be private" I swat his arm and he laughs.

"You're not a bad person Yelle, even tho you like to think you are. People don't fear you like you think they do, they respect your confidence in standing up for yourself and the people you care for. You defend people subconsciously. You help people whenever and however you can and that's why I love you. You are human and you make mistakes sometimes, you may get angry at the wrong person sometimes and you lash your anger out on the wrong people sometimes, but that's called humanity. Don't ever think that that makes you a terrible person, cause you're an extraordinary and amazing person"

He kisses me on my forehead and smiles at me.

"Thank you Chris. What would my life be without you?"

"Trust me it would be shit" he jokes and laughs before he continues "No.... It would simply be life without me"

"Right. Before I forget. Someone has been texting Selena, pretending to be me. The person got her to do all these stupid shit she's been doing, probably to piss me off"

"Wow. OK. That's weird. Why would anybody want to do something like that and besides, even if it was you who was telling her to do these stuff. Why would she stand so low to even do them?"

"I guess I'm super special and she was desperate enough to do anything to be my friend?" I ask finding it weird that she actually did all that just to be my friend.

"Don't you think it's kinda weird that someone would try so hard just for the friendship of one person, while there's a whole college of students who would give their friendships for nothing?" Chris asks.

"Yeah. It actually creeps me out. Like for real. I wouldn't even wear a shirt saying 'Christian is my best friend'. It's just stupid"

"So you're saying you wouldn't promote our friendship? After all we've been through. This is how you pay me back. You would rather keep your best friend a secret?" He says with a fake sad voice.

"Oh please. Seriously? Who else needs to know after that drama on TV when I thought you fell into the wishing well . It was breaking news" I laugh remembering the day.

"You were so loud and dramatic. I remember coming back with the ice cream and all I saw were people and camera's and police cars. You we're like..." he gets up and starts running and jumping around like I did that day
"Oh my fucking God! He's my bestest friend in the whole wide world and if he dies I die, we all die!! Somebody get him the fuck out of the well! He is not a penny! Why are you people looking at me like I'm crazy?! Huhh? I ain't crazy! My best friend just fell into the damn wishing well! Get him out!"

"Stop it!" I say dying of laughter. "I was not that dramatic!"

"Oh yes you we're. I stood right in front of you and you never saw me. You stuck your head into the well and you were like: I'm coming Christian! Hold on! I'm gonna get a rope! Can you hear me or are you death?! Answer me!"he says in a high pitched voice.

"The cops we're so confused, cause they were actually looking at the person who, according to me, was in the well. Then you were like: Uum Yelle? What's going on? I'm right here" I laugh.

"You made it look like you didn't just cause such a big scene"

"Yeah!!! I said um: Oh. There you are. And you're not in the well. Wow. False alarm people!"

"I was so confused myself. And the best part is that that well was not a wishing well. The video has millions of views on YouTube"

"And people created mimes plus a Facebook page. I made us famous" I laugh.

"Sure you did. That was a hell of a time. It's gonna make a good bedtime story for our kids, don't you think?"

"Yeah it sure will"

When we fully recover from all that laughing he asks "Now about that person texting Selena. Did you take the number from her?"

"Oh shoot! I forgot. I'll get it tomorrow. I just remembered that she didn't take all of her shopping bags" I say and yawn.

"Oke cool. You should go to bed. It's late"

"Yeah. You're right"

We get up and walk up the stairs to his room. I get into bed and he pulls the covers over me, but doesn't get in.

"Won't you come to bed?" I ask him.

"Yeah. I'll be right back. I'll just go grab a glass of water"

"Okay. Can you please get me some?"

"Sure"

He walks out of the room and shortly after that, I fall asleep. But he doesn't come to bed with me like he said he would.
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