To the moon and back

Double edged stick

SOTD: MISSING YOU BY BETTY WHO <3

*HOPE EVERYONE HAD AN AMAZING CHRISTMAS AND GOT EVERYTHING THEY WANTED CUZ I KNOW I DID (FINALLY GOT MY NEW MACBOOK IN AND WAS TOTALLY BLINDSIDED WITH AN IPHONE 6) AND NOW THAT CHRISTMAS HAS COME AND GONE, WE'VE GOT THE NEW YEAR TO LOOK FORWARD TO! SO EXCITED FOR THIS NEW YEAR CUZ I KNOW THERE'S A TONNE IN STORE FOR US ALL!

ANYWAYS, ENJOY :)

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"I need your help"

Some of life's biggest issues start with that phrase.

Whether it's your friend asking you to come dress shopping with her, where you proceed to be honest about the dress not fitting the way it should and having her break down into tears; or your dad telling you to help out building your new desk, where you proceed to do it all by yourself because he doesn't get the directions and then having him grunt a forced, "Good job, kiddo" right after. In both situations, somehow, you end up the bad guy.

Let's be real, whenever people ask you for help, they don't really need it; they just want to test you and if you fail...well, you've got a mascara streaked friend and a dad who keeps trying to assert his 'manliness' all around the house. And this morning as I listened to Trish utter those four words, I had all the mind to say no but...

"Are you crying?" I sat up straight in my bed and looked to the bathroom, where Andrew was currently singing an off key Ed Sheeran song...or two; Photograph and Sing are two completely different songs, right?

"I don't know what to do" Trish blubbered.

"Don't cry, oh please don't cry" Say what you will but everyone knows you can't just shoulder off a crying person. It was the same way you couldn't just let an old lady carry heavy grocery bags to her car or the way you can't help but grin in a totally uncreepy way whenever you passed a playground...or was that just me?

"He's gonna kill me, Harp; or worse, he'll leave me" Trish was now full on hiccuping and my heart plummeted.

Oh my God, Trish had totally cheated on Seth.

"Don't move. I'll be over in ten minutes" I quickly hung up the phone and looked frantically for some kind of clothing item. This was why I hated cleaning my room whenever Andrew came over. He was always whining about my room being chaotic when it was really just an organized chaos. I knew where everything was and that was how it should be.

"I don't think that shirt goes with those pants" I heard a deep murmur from behind me as I finished pulling the first pair of pants I saw, on.

"Tell me more, fashion god" I rolled my eyes and Andrew let out a bout of laughter which I knew was just a load of crap. I was about to snap at him when I turned to the mirror beside my vanity and saw exactly what he was talking about.

"Why couldn't you just simply tell me I was wearing your jeans?" I should've realized that the reason the pants were as loose as they were was not because I had lost weight but because they weren't even mine.

"I wanted to know which one of us wore it better...definitely me" he shrugged putting on a clean shirt as I quickly yanked the pants down. It would've been totally hot with the way his deep brown eyes were trained on me but I couldn't bring myself to think about that the more I thought about a certain crying girl.

"Suck it, Gold" I hissed finally rummaging through my closet and finding my favorite pair of lulu lemon leggings and pulling them on.

"Aren't those for working out? You don't workout" Andrew pointed at my leggings and fixed me with a smirk.

"Aren't those for people with muscles? You don't have muscles" I grunted taking in his golden arms in his muscle shirt. Truth was, Andrew had some of the nicest arms I had ever witnessed in my life but I loved making fun of them because it seemed to be his only soft spot.

"I do too have muscles" he furrowed his eyebrows and poked his biceps giving me a glare, "look, my muscles are right here"

"Got a magnifying glass?" I murmured putting on a pair of uggs and completing my 'white girl Tuesday' outfit which consisted of my uggs, lulu lemon leggings, vs pink headband, and TnA sweater.

"You know what, Harper?" he whispered dramatically standing up to face me, "I am beautiful, no matter what you say"

"Words won't bring you down ya ya ya" I rolled my eyes and pushed past him to grab my bag.

"Can you bring me something back?" Andrew hollered as I reached the front door. I sighed loudly as he ran to meet me...and proceeded to just stand there.

"What do you want me to bring!"

He widened his eyes and put his hands up in surrender, "I don't want you handling my stuff with that kind of attitude"

"You're infuriating" I muttered opening the door.

"Infuriatingly sexy or infuriatingly annoying? Cuz the second one doesn't fit my image" he mulled this over and gave me a questioning look.

"What do I see in you?"

"Everything" he winked pushing me against the door and locking me in a hot kiss. I instantly began kissing him back, raising his shirt over his head as he gently bit my lip.

I was about to return the favour when a throat being cleared stopped me.

"Mrs. Jenkins" I murmured pushing Andrew away like fire at the sight of my 90 year old neighbour, "wonderful weather we're having; nice and hot"

I fanned myself slightly and only then noticed the umbrella in her hand.

"It's raining" She barked giving Andrew the side eye before opening her apartment door and disappearing inside.

Oops.

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"TRISH?! TRISH WHERE ARE YOU" The moment I pulled up to her and Seth's place, I instantly knew something was wrong.

First off, from where I had parked, I could see their apartment and noticed ALL the windows were open. Trish NEVER keeps the windows open; something about the pollutants and third hand smoke.

Secondly, the moment I got out of the elevator and moved to knock on their apartment door; it swung right open. In what world would the same girl who was afraid of third hand smoke, leave her front door open?

"TRISH!" I screeched at the top of my lungs running to the bedroom at the end of the hall.

"Would you stop yelling?" I heard a soft murmur come from the walk in closet that housed all of Trish's clothes while Seth was perfectly content with the smaller than average top shelf.

I turned to the closet and there she sat looking a mess underneath her perfectly color coordinated section of tshirts. I didn't know whether to comment on this irony or rush over to her, so I stood and stared.

"What's going on?" I asked quietly as she looked up at me, face red with tears. I noticed a small point from where she kept her left hand balled up behind her back and took a step back despite myself, "Trish please don't do anything crazy"

She shook her head as a new wave of sobs bubbled up and I took a tentative step towards her.

"Please, talk to me" I murmured kneeling down and touching her back as gently as possible, eye on the point behind her back. What on earth was going on?

I really wish I hadn't asked myself that question because I soon got my answer...and it wasn't the one I had been hoping for.

Because as she removed her hand from behind her back and showed me what she was holding...I was at more of a loss for words than I had ever been in a long time; for I wasn't staring at a knife.

I was staring at something that had a similar effect on me but in a completely different way.

This sharp object I had been so sure was a knife was actually pink and white...and it had a plus sign in blue right at the top.

"Trish" I whispered closing my eyes and willing for my eyes to be deceiving me, "Oh God"