If Only

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On the other side of the social barrier were the geeks and freaks. They pretty much kept to themselves and never intercepted into each other's territory. Opposed to popular belief, they were definitely not the same thing. Then after them came the band students. They were loud and would often belt out a song or two to make everyone else in the room turn their heads in curiosity.

The final group is what students like Amelia and Taylor fell into. They weren't loud or annoying. The most you got from them was a glimpse into a conversation about their uninteresting lives. Completely opposite from that of Aiden's group. Most of the school referred to them as smoke breathers. They were passionate about life but not in the way you might imagine. Get one of them started and you've just set yourself up for a conversation about child sweatshops and animal endangerment. Oddly, enough is they weren't trying to impose their beliefs on people. They simply stated facts.

"Don't tell me you two girls haven't got a lucky fellow waiting for ya?" There was no need for them to answer. She could read that look like the back of her hand. Debby had seen and heard a lot of things since she opened the bakery. People always found themselves telling her their entire life story and the troubles that come along with it. The anger, laughter, and tears this place had felt was extraordinary. I assume that's one of the many perks of owning a business in such a small town.

"Well, don't be fooled by what you see on tv nowadays. Sometimes they forget to include how often you feel like chocking your significant other to death."  She said.

Honestly, the idea of love not being as glamours as social media sometimes made it seem, didn't completely take them by surprise. If love meant perfection then how come so many relationships failed? Love didn't really mean anything to a lot of people. But love is just love.

Debby talked for a little while longer and didn't bother charging the girls for their desserts. When they left goodbyes were exchanged. And she locked the door behind them. Stifling a heavy yawn Amelia rested her head into the comfort of the seat.

"Someone is exhausted. You know, I don't understand why you take on so many classes. Your gpa is pretty high already." Taylor said.

Amelia reached for her bottle of water and shook her head a bit. A futile attempt at clearing her mind of all the terrible scenarios tonight might bring.

"I'm only a little tired. Plus, eating that cupcake seriously drained most of my energy." When Amelia ate, it was like watching grown men stuff their faces after a fast.

Taylor searched her eyes with a newfound curiosity. "Yeah, right. You forget, I know you. Every time you want to tell me something but you don't know how to, you just pretend to be sleepy. I may have fallen for it before but you can't pull one over on me. Spill."

Amelia let out a deep breath. There was no use in hiding it now. She was cornered. If she tried to change the subject, Taylor would likely pull the car over and badger it out of her.

"Alright. Alright." Amelia said lifting her hands up in surrender.  She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked up at her best friend.

"Aiden spoke to me today. It was out of the blue. He asked me to go to the lake with him tonight." She spoke quickly and shielded her ears with her hands.

Taylor screamed bloody murder and nearly steered off the road.

"...Next time I better wait until you're not driving to tell you something like this," she said suddenly remembering to fasten herself in.