OS: The Girl With The Broken Smile - Page 5

Thank god for manvi's realisation!!...

Loved the second part..It's awesome! :)

PS:Read it yesterday itself..But couldn't comment at that time! :(

loved the update... finally manvi realized.. i hope soon virat tlls his feeling to manvi😊

Just read both the parts...it's a very nice OS...

Loved the second part!!!
I know asking for a third part, would be too much, but i really reallyyy want to read what happens next. A happy ending is what i want to read in the next part, that is, if you write one.
Love
Sarah

I luved it 😊
Cont. Soon xx
Pm plz when u update Nxt prt

hey it was awesome.. do continue im eagerly waiting fr next

Amazing amazing amazing!!!!!

Hey. Thanks for reading, commenting and all. :) This is part three to my so called 'one shot.' Maybe good, maybe not, but oh well. Try to enjoy my poor literacy skills. (if possible)

Part Three: True or false

I'm bad at a lot of things that I've started to believe I'm capable of more bad than good. But, then again I can't be completely useless, not when there is one thing I am undeniably good at. Keeping secrets. Especially when that secret is mine to keep.

It's been three months since she left that jerk but I could tell she was still hurting inside. The girl with the broken smile had not found a way to completely repair herself. Not yet anyway. I decided to be patient and keep quiet. I was her friend, best friend and it was my duty as a friend to give her time, not inflict my love on her unhealed wounds.

We were sitting on the abandoned railway tracks behind my parents' house complaining about work as usual. I complained about boring boardroom meetings and she complained about the ear aching parent teacher meetings.

"She's so annoying!" she complained hitting the tracks with a twig.

"Who is?"

"HER!" she said slapping the tracks either side of her.

"Who's her?" I asked genuinely interested.

She looked at me. "You really don't know?" she questioned. I shook my head and she indicated a coffee mug with her hands. I stared back blankly. "Pencil skirt girl," she said finally. She was talking about the new receptionist?

"Fiona?" I asked. She made a face which implied I shouldn't have said her name. Yup, definitely Fiona. "What's wrong with her? She's nice."

She huffed, "She brought you FOUR cups of coffee within an hour-"

"How did you kno-"

"-and she had the nerve to tell me I had to make an appointment to meet you. An APPOINTMENT!" she raged.

I stopped her. "Woah, woah, woah. You came to meet me?" She nodded. "Why?"

"Your Mum called-" I groaned instantly. "She said you had to make a decision by evening."

I crossed my arms and shook my head. "I am NOT selling my car.."

"First of all, why not, it goes no faster than 35 mph and secondly, aren't you going to listen to your mum."

"No, she's just jealous because I refuse to take her shopping and-" I stopped, speaking of jealousy.. "Why don't you like Fiona again?" She gritted her teeth and balled up her fists. She is so jealous, the fists baited her out. But hang on? Why is she jealous?

So in order to find out, I asked, "Are you jealous?"

She stiffened, "No! I mean, why would I be?"

I shrugged, "Forget it."

We sat silent for the next couple of minutes. Was this awkwardness between us? Jealousy and awkwardness could mean a lot of things, right? It didn't have to be what I was thinking it meant. Could it? I scratched my head. Remember I said I was bad at a lot of things? Well, guess what, thinking is top of the list.

"True or False?" I said unable to think for much longer.

She jumped up and squealed. "You first."

"True or false, I make you smile?" I started.

"True," she answered. "True or false, you've kept secrets from me?"

Uh-oh. "Erm, actually.. you.. er,"I gulped. She glared at me and I looked down at my shoes. "True." She shifted and I turned up to look at her. I swear I could see hurt momentarily flash in her eyes. Just flash. "True or false I've made you cry?" I asked next not wanting to explain. She smiled at me and I knew what her answer would be. There was no way I've ever made her cry, she was going to say fals-

"True," she said.

My mouth hung open. "I did?" I asked astonished.

She nodded still smiling. That's not possible. I would never make her cry, not when her tears pierced my heart each time they fell. "When?" I asked in disbelief; she just had to be wrong. Her smile faded from her lips and her face held a distant look. She suddenly looked away and I couldn't understand why.

"Sunday 17th August 2008," she replied softly.

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Sunday 17th August 2008 - The day I was meant to be picking up my GCSE results. I was running late, and no it wasn't because I woke up late or because I took too long getting dressed. No, my lateness was all due to one person and one person only.

Mum.

It was like it wasn't my results that I was meant to be picking up but hers the way she was behaved.

"Mum, I swear eat something!" I said and pushed a plate of pasta towards her.

She looked away, "No way. I have to fast for my son; you need to get good results. I will not eat or drink till I see the stars on your sheet." She crossed her arms determinedly and looked away.

I groaned. "I've already sat the exams; you fasting is not going to create any miracles Mum. Where did you even get that idea from?"

My dad who leaned against the door frame laughed. "It's all those daily soaps your mother watches," he turned to face my mother, "eat something. Your son is not coming home with stars, I assure you."

"Nice to know you believe in me, DAD," I said crossing my arms.

He patted my shoulder, "Perhaps if you actually read your textbooks then I would've been more supportive."

Chanting suddenly filled the room and I turned to see my mother furiously praying. "Oh please, please, let my son get good results. Please, I don't know if I'll be able to bear the humiliation," she exaggerated behind me.

"Honey, I'm sure he'll get at least one pass, if not, two D's at the most," Dad said trying his hardest to keep his voice stern.

"Guys, give it up already!" I begged. I had just about enough of the typical Asian family scenario. They actually think that they can take one visit to India and suddenly become the strict father and crazy, oversensitive mother? Please, I still remember the time they 'forgot' they took me shopping with them and left me to amuse myself with the security guard at Tesco's for two hours.

My parents looked at each other and burst out laughing. They both walked towards me and squished me in between them.

"You'll do great," dad whispered, "whatever you achieve, it'll always be great."

"We're proud of you. Very, very, proud," mum added.

I smiled, hugging them back, "Love you both."

They released me and pushed me out of the door. "Go, she's probably cursed you enough times already."

"Shit! I'm so dead today." I gave mum a kiss and ran out, "Bye!"

I ran down two streets to the corner which marked the exact middle of both our houses. That was our meeting corner. It was also the corner where I first met her aged three. And to think that the girl who refused to apologise for pushing into me would become my best friend... well, I guess some friendships do last as far as forever can go.

I saw her standing there, in the corner, muttering to herself. I called out to her and waved. She glanced at me and shot me killer daggers from her eyes before she turned around and walked away.

"Wait!" I shouted as I began to cross the street.

"Get lost! I don't want to speak to you again," she replied still walking ahead.

I stopped in the middle of street. "Come on, I'm sorry," I said with my hands in front of me.

She turned around and her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to say something. I never got to hear what she had to say because by then the speedy two wheeler had already come in contact with my body and all my senses shut down.

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"I don't know if I stopped breathing, stopped thinking, stopped living, I don't know. All I know was -that you were hurt, that there was blood and you wouldn't wake up. I couldn't warn you in time, I'm-"

"-You cried?" I asked in disbelief.

She turned to look at me, tears welled up in her eyes and I instantly shook my head. She held my gaze and whispered, "Everyday till you woke up."

Possibilities arose, excitement bubbled in my throat and I felt happiness dance inside me. She cried for me. ME! Not because of me but for me! I can't even begin to explain in words what this meant to me. What her words, the jealousy and the slight awkwardness from before meant to me.

"So when I get hurt, you do too?" I asked next placing my questions carefully.

She removed herself from my hands and stood up. "Erm, isn't it my turn to ask now?"

"True or false?" I sad ignoring her question completely.

"True," she answered.

"You still love him, true or false?" I asked hopefully.

She smiled, "Easy, false."

"Good."

She placed her hands on her hips, "You think that it's good that I failed in love?"

"Yup."

"Are you done commenting on my epic love failure and taking up all my turns?" she said mocking anger.

"Actually," I took a step towards her eliminating the distance between my body and hers, "I have one more left."

I slowly kneeled on to the ground to level with her sitting body. My hands went from my sides up to her face and I let myself caress her cheeks for longer than any best friend is allowed to do so. As I leaned forward I felt her body tense and I smiled a tiny bit. My forehead pressed on to hers and the tips of our noses just barely touched. We both let out equally rapid breaths and as I brushed past her nose, and near to her lips her eyes closed and moments after, so did mine. I leaned in even closer, and my head tilted and our lips apart for a distance of only a few micro metres. We stayed in that almost kissing position for a minute; neither made a move forward nor a move back. I gradually opened my eyes and whispered,

"True or false: You wished we kissed right now?"

I removed my hands from her face and stood up and retreated back to where I sat previously. She opened her eyes and smiled.

A full mended smile.

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Don't worry, there will not be a part four to this. You shall never know what she answered. Neither will I.

Thanks for reading and take care.
Ava :)

Res! xx