Luke Stone was that boy who all of the parents liked. He got good grades, was involved in all of the extra school programs, volunteered at homeless shelters, and if you didn’t know him in the way that Jocelyn did, you would be more than happy with the idea of him being your daughter’s boyfriend. Parents loved him. Kids loved him. Teachers loved him. And so did someone else...
Nadine Hart was in love with Luke Stone. And as soon as she had realized that, she immediately called Jocelyn.
Thirty minutes prior to Nadine’s decision, Jocelyn had woken up late. The girls were supposed to have had a cleaning job at the trailer park that day, but it had been canceled.
Jocelyn got out of bed, grabbed her slippers, and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. She was thirsty.
Once the water had been sipped, she walked back into her bedroom and checked Facebook to see if anything interesting had been going on. At the top of her news feed, she saw a new picture album from a few girls from school who had gone to the beach. There was a status that said “TGIF” from a boy who had been in Jocelyn’s English class two years ago. And something else.
“Nadine Hart is now in a relationship with Luke Stone,” Jocelyn didn’t know what to do. The reality of the situation had sunken back in. In fact, Jocelyn had completely forgotten about the entire thing until she saw the relationship status.
Jocelyn got out of her desk chair, and just sat on her bed. She grabbed the pillow that Nadine had given her for her fifth birthday. It had princesses on it, and over the years, had lost most of its color, but Jocelyn couldn’t love it more.
She wrapped the pillow in her arms in an almost hug-like grasp, and pressed her face up against that of Snow White’s, and let it all out. She wiped the snot from her face as she parted her face from Snow White’s, and took a few deep breaths to calm her down.
The air in her room was cool, and her nose was running. Jocelyn grabbed for the tissue box, and saw her phone next to it. She knew that it was time.
Jocelyn blew her nose until it was dry, and reached for the phone. She needed time to collect herself. Time to prepare. Because what Nadine had realized was that no matter what she did, Nadine would be hurt.
So why not tell her before she got even more hurt by giving into peer pressure?
Jocelyn unlocked her phone, and called the first number on her favorites list. Nadine. But the thing was, Nadine was doing the same. They each called the other with news that would hurt the other, which in the end hurt themselves, because when one of the girls was hurt, so was the other.
Nadine called Jocelyn at the same time as Jocelyn calling her, and for both of the girls were forwarded straight to voicemail. Neither of them had the will to wait to unleash the news, so they each left their time bombs in the voicemail box of the other.
And when each of them hung up the phone, there was a sense of relief and regret for leaving something so important in just a voicemail. Just a voicemail.
But a single beep interrupted the girls’ silent regret. This beep, was signaling that each of them had a voicemail.
As each of them listened to their voicemails, the regret deepened, and the realization that the other was listening to their voicemail sank in. Each of them expected a call from the other, and neither of them received it. Nadine sat at the foot of her white-blanketed bed, and Jocelyn spread her body across the entire surface of her flower-printed comforter.
And they both knew what the other was thinking, “I’m so sorry”.
They both had those moments where they just sat in thought for what could have been three hours, and the two of them fell asleep deep in thought.
Now, I’m not going to tell you that they both had some identical dream or anything like that, because how am I supposed to know what happened in their dreams? That could have happened, but from what I know, it didn’t.
But what I do know, is that due to the fact that these two knew each other better than anyone could ever know another soul, they both turned on Titanic, and mouthed the words along with Rose Dewitt Bukater and Jack Dawson, and the felt better. Better about what they had said to the other, and better about what the other had said to them. Because what each of them knew better than anything was that sitting alone in their bedrooms watching Titanic over and over again, wasn’t going to fix anything. It just wasn’t.
Because Nad and Joss couldn’t function without seeing each other. Especially when something like this was going on...
Just a girl...