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Britney's POV
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I woke up the next morning, tired as hell and all I wanted to do was sleep, but I was worried about Christina. Something was bothering me. I had this feeling that something was wrong, so I got up and quickly went to the other room to check on her. Her door was locked, because she never wanted me to come in. It was like she was hiding some big secret, and all I wanted to know is what it was.
I pressed my ear to the door and I could hear her snoring quietly. I smiled to myself. She was okay. Sleeping, and she probably wouldn't wake up for a while.
I made my way to the bathroom, deciding that I was going to take a shower first and then go downstairs to the kitchen and make breakfast later. Hopefully, she'll eat. Probably, not.
After taking a shower, I wrapped a towel around me and went over to the sink. I was searching for my toothbrush, when I saw a razor behind the faucet. And it had red liquid dripping from it. I stared in horror at the site.
Blood.
For a second, I couldn't speak. I could hardly breathe, just thinking what she probably did with it. Then I managed to scream, "CHRISTINA!"
I trudged over to her room with the razor in my hand, and I could hear her behind the door. Obviously she had heard me and was now awake. Two seconds later she opened the door, and jumped, surprised that I was right in front of her.
I was shaking now, and she put her hand on my shoulder, and spoke quietly. "Brit? You okay?"
I couldn't find any words to speak at that moment, and still shaking too much to move my mouth to speak. I knew if I did, I would stutter. So I brought my trembling hand up and showed her the razor, and she gasped in fright and jerked her hand off of my shoulder. And then, obviously trying to act innocent, she stared at me with the guiltiest look on her face I could imagine.
I stuttered as I brought words out of my quivering mouth. "Why is there blood on this?"
Christina paused for a second, and then stared at me, trying to think of an answer. A lie. Finally, she spoke. "I cut myself by mistake when I was shaving my le--."
"Why do you have to lie?" I bit my lip, trying to stop the quivering.
Christina didn't, she couldn't, say anything back. She brought her eyes to the floor, and stared at it without looking. She couldn't even look into my eyes anymore.
All I could do now, all I could think of doing, was seeing if what I thought was true. So I did it. I dropped the razor and I grabbed her sleeve and pulled it up. She yanked her hand away, almost instinctively, but I had already seen.
"Chrissy." I brought my hand up to her chin, pushing her head up gently until we were in eye contact. "Why?"
I could see tears pouring out of her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Britney. I'm so sorry for all these lies I've told you...and this. I'm so worthless." Christina looked at her wrist, examining the cuts scarring her wrist.
"No, Chrissy. You're not." I told her. It was the truth.
"Yes, Brit. I am." She protested, and pulled her sleeve down.
"No, you're not." I leaned towards her and wrapped my arms around her, embracing her in a tight long hug. All she could do was hug back, and as I felt her arms around my waist, I instantly stopped shaking. Christina felt it, too.
I felt her breathe on my ear, and she whispered. "I'll never do that again," her voice broke and I could tell she was crying. "I promise, Britney." For once, I actually believed her. For once, she was telling the truth. And I'm glad. Because frankly, I am so sick of lies.
After about a minute, she pulled back. "I want to eat."
I felt a smile form on my face, the first time in a long time I had actually been happy.
I grabbed her hand and lead her to the kitchen, and she turned on the radio and sat down. I poured her some coke, and she interrupted me. "Crackers. That's all I can eat right now."
I sighed. At least we were getting somewhere. So I handed her a packet of crackers, and sat down beside her, and just then the Spanish version of Genie In A Bottle came on the radio. Christina started humming to it, forgetting about the crackers, and I glanced at her.
"I don't get a word of this." I admitted.
"Didn't you take Spanish at school?"
"I failed Spanish."
A smile broke onto her face, and she translated it as she sang, her voice still raspy from the laxatives, "The music's fading, the lights down low, just one more dance--."
"And then we're good to go." I finished, and I couldn't help but laugh. Christina smiled at me, and then pulled me into her arms and whispered something into my ear, in Spanish. And of course, I didn't understand a word, so I asked her what it meant.
"You're a dork." Christina grinned at me, and we both giggled until the song came off of the radio, and she let go of me, and stared back at the crackers.
"Go on." I encouraged her.
She bit her lip, and took one in her hand. The second she placed it in her mouth, she spat it out in disgust, and started crying. "I can't, Brit! I can't!"
"Yes you can, Chrissy." I said calmly, even though I wasn't.
"I can't. It's disgusting and it's...I just can't."
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to stay calm. I opened them after a minute again and stood up, standing beside her and taking a cracker in my hand. I offered it to her, but she jerked her head back. "I can't."
"Chrissy, I fucking love you! Why do you have to make it so hard?!" I gasped the second after I said that. I didn't mean to say that. I blurted it out and I didn't even want to. And I looked at Christina, and she seemed surprised. I knew what was coming next. A speech about how she only likes me as a friend.
Christina stared into my eyes for a second, taking in what I had said minutes ago, even though it felt like hours since I was scared and nervous, and now as she looked at me I could feel my cheeks turn bright red. Why did I have to blush? It didn't make the situation any better.
"Britney," Christina whispered quietly, as she placed her hand on my face and caressed my cheek gently, which for some reason stopped my involuntary shaking, which I had only realized I was doing, now. I saw her throat move, and she was obviously just as nervous as I was. "What I said before, you know in Spanish?"
"I'm a dork. I know." I felt my face burn up even more, and all I wished was for it to stop. I didn't want her to see how much I was fearing this moment.
Christina shook her head slightly, and brought her face closer to mine. "I said, 'I love you more than anything'."
My mouth gaped open and then I felt her tongue slide into my wide open mouth. Her lips were soft and gentle, it was just as I had imagined. It was how I dreamed.