February and Beyond

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After Jacob and Celeste's friendship falls apart, something happens later in the future that changes the whole story.

Submitted: February 14, 2019

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Submitted: February 14, 2019

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On February first at 12:01 am, I texted Celeste for the first time in months. I got a reply back from her ten minutes later saying

 

really? U couldn’t have waited until the morning before texting me???

 

lol, I replied. Nope.but technically it’s morning since its a.m.

 

I hope she’s not angry at me, I thought. I was the one who had arranged the stupid plan of us being apart until February.

Over the 2 and a half months we’ve been apart, Celeste and I pretty much seemed like strangers. We wouldn’t even give each other a second glance in the hallways at school or wherever. I felt really lonely. I didn’t have Celeste, or Logan, because of what happened with FaceTime (see Jacob’s POV). And since I stopped being friends with Logan, my whole group of friends turned against me. So from December to January 31, I was a loner.

 

I’d seen Celeste hanging with a different bunch of girls than her usual crowd. They were…. well, sketchy. Like smoking-in-the-bathroom goth sketchy. Shrugging it off, I didn’t really give too much of a thought at the time.

 

I invited her over that day. When she showed up at the door I was like, WOOOAHH girl what happened to you???? Not out loud of course. She had dyed her curly light brown hair jet black, and she had straightened it too. She wore these super tight black pants and a… well, i don’t know what you’d call it, but this tiny shirt thing (after I asked my sister I found out it was called a tube top) that covered WAY too little skin…Plus she had all this makeup - so much I could barely recognize her!!!!

 

This was SO not Celeste’s usual style. Before, she would wear pretty much anything her mom found for her, so like she might wear a Muppets shirt one day and a plaid shirt with a vest the next. But now…

 

I complimented her style. “Nice hair,”

 

“Thanks,” she said in a distant voice. “I’m guess trying something new.”

 

“Yeah, yea for sure! Soooo do you wanna come up to my room and we can chill? I got a new beanbag chair,”

 

“Yeah sure, ok,” Celeste replied with the same distant voice as before. It wasn’t her usual happy, carefree voice either. It was more… dark.  What in the world was going on with her?

 

When we got to my room, I put the music on that I know she liked, but while I researched cool science experiments we could do together, she was on her phone the entire time. And it wasn’t her old iPhone 6 either; it was a snazzy new iPhone XR. Like geez!

 

Celeste was like this whole new person. I didn’t know what to do. I honestly didn’t know. It was scary. I asked her,

 

“Celeste, is everything ok?”

 

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” She didn’t even look up as she was saying this; she was texting a friend or something.

 

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I just dropped the conversation.

 

To be honest, I was so glad when Celeste had to leave. She was changed so much that I couldn’t connect with her.

 

The next day at school, I observed who she was hanging out with. I admit, I may have cut class to spy on them… Luckily I didn’t get caught! So from what I could understand, the leader of the group was a girl named Sienna, then there were twins Samantha and Jasmine, and then 3 other girls, one whom was nicknamed “storm” (but I didn’t get what her real name was), then of course there was Celeste and also a girl named Ellie.

 

This group of girls have always been known to be not the best people to hang out with; you could never know what was going on with them. They were the ones who always got in trouble, the ones who always got sent to the principal’s office for one reason or another. I just thought Celeste was a good kid! She never, ever wanted to get in trouble before! But look at her now…


 

3 Months Later

 

After that one time she came over, Celeste and I never really hung out after that. I didn’t want to be with someone that… dark. We didn’t fight, the friendship just kind of let go. I made stronger connections with some of the other guys at school, as well as a bunch of online friends. I don’t think our friendship will work out anymore.

 

2 Years later.

 

September 9

 

The most startling thing happened last night! I was chilling in bed, texting some of my online friends, when a notification went off. It was a little girl’s voice, saying, “Celeste just texted you. You should answer it, for she is waiting.”

 

I thought, Holy crap! This girl I was friends with in grade 6 just texted me??? AAAAAAAH!

 

Cautiously, I opened the text. It read,

 

Hi Jacob... um I just wanted to apologize for what happened in grade 7... you know what I’m talking about right? Anyway, that was super idiotic of me, and i just wanted to say im sry. :/

 

No way this is possible, man! This girl who stopped being friends with me in the first year of middle school is now asking to be friends again in the first year of HIGH SCHOOL?!?!?!?

 

I responded with,

 

no worries. Its all good. :)

 

Celeste instantly responded with,

 

thx. so, do u wanna come over sometime?

 

Yea, that would be cool. when?

 

im free every day, so whatever is good 4 u ig

 

Ok. how about tonight @5?

 

Sounds good, syt :D

 

see ya

 

I honestly didn’t know what to do! I was actually so excited, I started to clean my room (which almost never happens unless I’m forced to. Trying to suppress my excitement, I started playing some random video game on my phone, but I couldn’t stop thinking, Celeste is coming over tonight!!!

 

Finally, 5:00 rolled around. The doorbell rang, and I sprinted down the stairs two at a time to open the door.

 

I open the door to let Celeste in. Other than in the hallways at school occasionally, I hadn't really seen her. She looked a lot older; really pretty, and tall, with her classic brown hair that she dyed pink on the end. It was straight now, instead of super curly like it used to be.

 

She wore a Disneyland shirt, and some old jean shorts. I remembered those shoes she had on from when she was younger; I guess she bought a bigger size of them.

 

I welcomed her in. She was smiling, and laughing, just like it was before. Memories of old times came rushing back. I was just trying to contain my utter joy at just talking to Celeste again.

 

We talk a bit about the weather, and then we head outside, towards this old playset that we used to play on all the time. It was snazzy, with a treehouse, ladder, slide, tire swing, and two regular swings. I remember we used to do science experiments up in the treehouse all the time.

 

We climbed up to the now weathered treehouse platform, and we arch our backs, because we are much taller than we once were.

 

“So, like I said in the text,” Celeste said, “I’m really sorry about how I just kinda ditched you. I’ll tell you the whole story.”

 

I nodded, and she continued. “So, in about October of grade 7, a few girls asked me if I would like to come over to one of their houses. I thought, since I had nothing better to do, I would just hang out with them, and see if we could become better friends.”

 

“I don’t think I remember noticing that these were the unsafe, goth girls. I just wanted friends. Because someone decided to stop being friends for a while.” Celeste crossed her arms, trying to look stern but it was not working.

 

“I’m sorry, i don’t know why I did that! I was twelve!”

 

“Ok, I forgive you. Anyways, so I kind of got sucked into their group. I started cutting class, my grades went down, it wasn’t looking good. I was totally in my own bubble. But then, the leader of our group, Sienna, moved away to New Zealand. Our group kind of fell apart after that. It was a weird time. Me and the rest of the girls were still friends, but not good friends. We eventually stopped talking to each other. “

 

“Wow,” I said. “That’s pretty insane.”

 

“Yeah, but that’s not all. Let me finish.” Celeste said in her mock-scolding voice.

 

“So, I was pretty much friendless. I was too shy and nervous to ask you to hang out again, after I’d pretty much ended our friendship. I got sort of depressed, and didn’t even try to make any friends.”

“In about May of grade 8, my mom brought me to a therapist. Slowly, I got out of my depression. Eventually I had enough confidence to text you again, which was today. And yeah, that’s the story of the past two years.”

 

I was startled by everything that had happened. “W-wow, that’s crazy. You’ve been through a lot.”

 

“Yeah, I guess I have. But now I’m back here to torment you,” Celeste grinned.

 

“Oh no!!” I laughed.

 

Celeste put her arm around me and said, “I’ve missed you.”

 

I was a bit taken aback by this, but I suspected that it was just a best friend thing, so I did the same. “Me too,” I said. “Me too,”









 


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