The Ways Of Parenting! ~sequel to Count down to Mrs. Styles!..

Chapter Twelve: I don't want to be in love

"I feel horrible. I was just jealous because she got what I always wanted and she had NEVER wanted it! I don't know what to do. I... I don't know how to apologize." Darcy cried silently into the phone while staring out her window.

"Yeah, that's real nice babe. You know this isn't really working out between us Dairy. So I guess we'll just be friends now. I got to go." Then he hung up. Darcy let more tears slip, before calling up the only other person that she could think of at the moment. 

After two painfully long rings a voice answered.

"Hello?"

"E-Emil..." Darcy's voice broke.

"Darcy what's wrong?" He asked worriedly.

"I need..." She took a deep breath and braced herself for what she was about to say, "I need you."

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"So, all of that because you were jealous, and then that... You have no idea how much that dude made me mad." Emil said as he pushed Darcy on the swing.

"Yeah but I really liked him..." She whispered.

"But Darcy, he tried to keep you from talking to me." Emil said; a mixture of sadness and anger in his voice.

"I know Emil, but still I really did like him though I never really felt beautiful while was with him..." Suddenly the swing stopped and spun around. Darcy became face-to-face Emil Argota, her long time best friend who Matt had felt threatened by.

"Darc, you know you're beautiful. You don't need him to tell you that. Look at you." She looked down at herself. [polyvore]

"I..." She started, before the tears came again.

"I know it is okay, Darcy." She balled her fists into his shirt and cried into his chest. He had one hand griping the chains of the swing, and the other one was wrapped around her shoulders. He kept his eyes closed, feeling her sadness eating up at him and feeling a burning anger in the pit of his stomach due to the way that Matt had treated her.

Because of that one true little fact that Emil had kept a secret for a long time, that small painful little secret.

As he'd sit there and listen to her talk animatedly about anything and everything, literally, it would sometimes hurt him because she did not know that secret.

The one that he swore to himself that he would not share with her because he didn't want to lose her.

"Emil, I don't know what I'd do without you." She whispered and let her arms drop around his waist.

'Don't say that Darcy...' He thought squeezing his eyes closed, 'I don't want to fall in love with you any more than I already am knowing that you will never love me.'

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"Come on Darc, let me walk you home." Emil said gently as he walked around to the front of the swings to take her hand and help her up.

She simply nodded as her answer.

"If you want to apologize to your sister, just do it. I mean, you're related. You're twins Darcy. You two are two halves a coin. You were literally born to be by each other's sides. You need her, and she needs you. It's that simple, so then just tell her what you've told me tonight." He said, as he stood next to her.