But we were something, don't you think so?
I bury my face into my pillow and grip the sides of it as Taylor Swift sings from my phone. The good memories and the bad memories of Simone are tangled up together.
When she would tuck my long black hair behind my ears. The time she turned her back on me when I came to school with a black eye caused by some random homophobe that saw me kiss her goodbye on her porch.
She and I were ‘best friends’ all through high school, right up to senior year. She hadn’t come to terms with...anything we were. I never tried to pressure her to. I didn’t want to scare her away.
I grumble and roll over while pulling my blanket over my shoulders. Dev says in order for me to get over this I have to stop thinking about it. He’s right of course, but I wouldn’t say that to his face.
My phone pings and I grab it, expecting a update about Ginger from Agatha. To my disappointment, it’s actually a text from Simone fucking Snow.
Simone: hey baz can we talk about our project
Me: I would prefer it if you didn’t call me Baz.
Simone: oh sure
Simone: so can we talk about our project
Simone: can i call u
I stare at my phone a slight frown on my face. I don’t think I could handle calling her...I’m finally distancing myself from her...but we do need to get the project done right?
Me: Okay.
Simone: ok hold on
My phone rings and I stare at it for awhile before sliding on the answering button, “Hello.” “Hi,” Simone says, he soft voice echoing in my ear.
Was this a bad idea? Maybe.
I clear my throat, “So, where should we start?” “Oh! Well I already have a reference photo of you...It’s one of us from last year.” “Okay...” “Right and I have a list written out for the symbolism I’m going to use.”
“Okay...can you read it for me?” “Oh,” I can hear her smile, “Of course. So, I have smoke, silk, blue and purple colors- and- and I have an idea of using like silk pieces of fabric and incorporating into the portrait.”
I can’t help but smile at her excitement, “Oh...” “So is it good?” “Yes, umh, I don’t have much for yours yet.” “Oh that’s okay.” There’s a wave of silence before she speaks again, quietly this time.
“Basil?” “Yes?” “Why did we stop being friends?” “Umh...”