I remember the last time we hung out together as friends. It was a Friday. September Fourteenth I think? I'm probably wrong. I remember I was wearing a cranberry colored t-shirt and jean shorts and you were wearing a white tank-top and black shorts. I remember we just chilled out, trolled on people on 4-chan, did a few You Tube tags and listened to "Safe and Sound" by Taylor Swift.
I remember the color you painted my nails. Black, but when it dried it looked like there were crack marks in it. I painted your nails blue with sparkly French tips. I fucked them up really bad, but you didn't care. I remember while we were waiting for our nails to dry Carl came up and gave us milkshakes and how by the time our nails were dry enough to pick them up, they were just melted chocolate messes.
I remember how much fun we had laughing at the twelve-year-old girls who were attempting to cuss us out after we went trolling on a One Direction fan forum. I remember this one girl called us "fukin c u nxt 2sedaiz ho dnt no wat real muzic iz & sould just fukin DIEEEEE!" and that just cracked you up. I remember you were in freaking hysterics screaming "FUCKIN' TWELVE-YEAR OLD BITCH DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO SPELL!" I remember how much I was cracking up myself.
I especially remember the last conversation I had with you before I left. I remember, the song had changed to "Jar of Hearts" by Christina Perri.
"OMG!" I said still laughing about that little twelve-year-old who called us "c u nxt 2sedais". "I can't believe some little twelve-year-old was actually dumb enough to reply to us. I mean, all we said was 'The Wanted is better than One Direction'. You didn't have to take it that far."
"Well," You said, still laughing a little yourself. "I guess that's one more One Direction fan site we're banned from."
"I know, right." I said. "So hey, you free on Sunday? That new movie with Kristen Stewart is out and I wanna go heckle it."
"Um…" You said, laughing fit completely ceased. "I don't think Sunday would work…"
"Monday then?" I asked.
"No…" You said. "Monday's not good either…"
"Well, is there any time next week where you're free?" I asked.
"You know what." You said. "If I'm suddenly free, I'll call you."
"Okay." I said. That's a little weird. I thought. Usually unless we're going to a party we always plan what we're gonna do the next time we see each other when one of us has to leave. But I just brushed it off as you being busy with school or something.
As I walked out the door, I said "Bye, Sarah."
And you said: "Bye, Marceline." But as I was shutting the door, I could have sworn I heard you mutter something in Romanian.
"Îmi pare rău pentru ceea ce trebuie să fac ..."
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