|ChaeRyeong's POV|
"If only I could go back and tell myself. 'Don't you trust him, he already hurt you.' When you cried on you knees, showing some regrets." Leigha sings weakly as she sits on the edge of the table. Four drinks and she's already a sobbing mess. I shouldn't have agreed to this. I should've just took her home.
I watch as Amelia sits down beside her. She rests her head on Leigha's shoulder and Leigha immediately reacts. Her sorrow fades just slightly. It's almost as if Amelia was a walking happy pill.
I stare at the glass in front of me. I'm behind the others. They've all had at least three drinks and I'm linger on my first. I don't know why. I usually drink fairly quickly, but something isn't right today.
"Hurry and finish it—you're up next. You have to pick what song you want to sing." Lyric pats my shoulder as she falls down beside me.
"I don't know what to sing—I'm not much of a singer." I lie as I hesitantly take a sip.
"Everyone is a singer. Some people do it for fun and others do it for money." Lyric chuckles as she touches the tip of my nose.
"I mean—I enjoy it, but I'm not good at it." I try to convince her to let me off the hook, but I know it's almost impossible for her to let me skip my turn.
"If you don't pick a song, I will—don't make it a sad one though. Those aren't really helping the mood." Lyric sighs as she glances over at the other two.
"I don't know—" I attempt to protest again, but immediately back down as Lyric shoots me a warning glare.
"You've got less than a minute to decide." She hops to her feet and takes Amelia's hands in hers. The two girls spin around energetically.
I trail my finger over the list of songs. A subtle smile hints at my face as I fall on an all too familiar song. It's finally something that I can kind of relate to. I've listened to it for so long, but I could never understand it.
"What song do you want?" Lyric asks as she holds the microphone out for me.
"Glad He's Gone by Tove Lo." I state confidently as I accept the microphone. I don't really sing in front of people very often, but they probably won't remember it anyway.
I step up and stand in the center of the room as Lyric gets the song ready. She sets the controller down and grabs the others hands. She drags them toward my left and immediately begins hopping up and down. I can't help but smile as they dance recklessly beside me.
I set the microphone down and hurry to join them. I don't have to have a microphone to sing. I can sing and dance with them at the same time. Lyric takes my hands in hers and we begin spinning and laughing.
My heart skips a beat. I've never experienced anything like this. Is this what friendship is? Is this how normal people feel? I was so busy trying to impress everyone around me that I missed out on the most amazing feeling in the world. I tried to change myself so everyone liked me. I never looked for the people who liked me for me.
"Boys suck!" Lyric shouts at the top of her lungs as she throws her arms up in the air. She spins around carelessly laughing before falling down onto the couch.
"I could've told you that—girls suck, too. They just don't suck as bad—and definitely for different reasons." Amelia chuckles as she wraps her arms around Leigha's waist. She rests her chin on her shoulder as she smiles brightly.
"Girls are more emotional. Sometimes those emotions are a pain in the ass." Lyric sighs as lays back on the couch.
"Girls make being sad acceptable and more fun." I chime in as I confidently reach for my drink. I down the last of it before reaching to pour another.
"These are facts." Amelia nods as she releases Leigha. She hops around the room while dragging her fingers along the wall.
"They also help you get out of a toxic relationship." I glance over at Leigha. She smiles at me and shakes her head.
"Girls are superior. There is no proving my statement wrong. Girls let you eat an endless amount of snacks, drink an unhealthy amount of alcohol early in the morning, dance like freaks with you while singing at the top of your lungs, and they are always willing to cuddle—day or night." Amelia sits down on the opposite side of the couch as Lyric. She turns to face the three of us.
One of our phones goes off in the center of the table. We all exchange glances with one another. No one wants to answer it. No one wants to know whose it is. We just want to live in the moment. We don't want this feeling to end.
"It's mine." Amelia frowns as she picks up her phone. Her hands tremble as she hits answer and holds it to her ear.
I may not know the exact details of the call, but I can tell from her face that it's one of the most devastating conversations she's ever had to have. Her voice is weak and her hands never stop trembling.
Lyric quickly makes her way toward her, clearly aware of what it's about. Leigha stands beside me, fear on her face as Lyric rubs Amelia's back. Leigha grabs my arm and squeezes tightly as Amelia hangs up and takes a shaky breath.
"They got ahold of her mom. She's going to take care of it, but they don't want me there." Amelia states calmly as she closes her eyes.
"What the hell—you're going. I don't care what they say, you have ever right to go." Lyric gets to her feet in outrage.
"No, it's not a big deal. I'm just happy her mom is actually caring about her. It's just upsetting it had to be now." Amelia does her best to keep her composure.
"Then we're having a goodbye of our own." Lyric insists as she glances over at Leigha and me.
"Of course. I don't know what it's for, but I'll gladly take part." Leigha steps forward and wraps her arms around Amelia tightly.
"I'm in." I nod as I smile weakly.