Gothical Lovers 25

Clarissa woke up to the sound of her phone blaring Green Day's "Give Me Novacaine" in her ear... Annoyed, she looked at the phone, and when she read "Chelsea" on the caller id, answered it.1

"Um... Chelsea? Why are you calling me? At 7 in the morning? On a weekend?!" she muttered, groggily.2

"I really, really need to talk." Chelsea replied, tears in her voice.3

"What? What happened?" Clarissa asked, slightly worried.4

"Its Devin... he... broke up with me. He said... that he needed time alone to think, and that he needed to work on his schoolwork and concentrate, and that... we should take a break!" Chelsea sobbed, on the verge of hysteria.5

"Uh... I'm really sorry, Chelsea? Do you think it might in any way be related to the fact that you call him thirty times every day, and you know how much it pisses his mother off?"6

"Yeah, I know. But... I can't help wanting to talk to him... I love him. But he doesn't love me anymore! Clarissa," Chelsea added, her voice low and despairing, "I don't know if you know how I feel, but right now I feel like I have nothing left to live for. Nothing. I seriously want to die."7

Clarissa's breath caught in her throat. Her being suicidally depressed was one thing... But Chelsea? The happy, short, slightly chubby (but in a good way), and enthusiatic girl she knew? It just didn't seem right.8

"Girl... This won't help much now, but you will get over it in time. Meanwhile, if you want, come on over and hang out with me... We can trash-talk the male race or whatever." She yawned, and stood up, stretching her cramped muscles out.9

"Are... are you sure? I mean, you sound pretty tired. Maybe you'd better go back to sleep? I don't want to bother-" Chelsea rambled on, her voice sore and hoarse from crying.10

Clarissa cut her off sharply.11

"Listen, you called and woke me up, I'm not going back to sleep now even if I wanted to, which I really don't. And besides, you need me. So get your Chelsea-ass over here now." She let out a laugh, just to lighten what she had said, and continued. "Girl, I am always here for you. I'm your shoulder to cry on, and you know that you can always call me... no matter how early... Just come over."12

Chelsea ejected a quick 'thanks', and hung up the phone. Within ten minutes she was standing on Clarissa's doorstep. She opened the door for Chelsea, and wryly noticed the copper-blonde hadnt even bothered to put on make-up, even the tiniest bit. Now that was a sign of distress for Chelsea.13

The two girls made their way up to her room, where Chelsea collapsed on the bed, and poured the whole story out, detail by detail. Finally, after a few hours, and many encouraging words from Clarissa, she'd perked up.14

"Oh my god. I seriously need a smoothie from that stand at the mall." Chelsea stated, totally deadpan.15

"And a couple of clothes to go with it, right?" Clarissa laughed, raising a carefully penciled-in eyebrow.16

"Uh-huh. This one has mascara stains from wiping my tears on it," Chelsea stated, and noticing Clarissa's brief look at her mascara-bare eyelashes, continued, "I had mascara on earlier. Trust me."17

Clarissa nodded, and replied, "Well, let me get something for you to wear, because no guys are gonna be into a chick who's make-up is on her shirt instead of her face," and with that, disappeared into her large closet.18

"Guys? What is going on?" Chelsea asked suspiciously, and Clarissa's head popped out of the closet for a moment, as she threw some clothes at Chelsea.19

"Guys. Try these on." She disappeared again, and continued, "We are going to make Devin realize what he gave up. By getting all the guys' attention on you. Besides, I think getting to know some new people, and perhaps in time, a little fling, will get your mind off... -that-" 20

Clarissa emphasized the last word with a few more outfits whizzing towards Chelsea.21

"Hey! Watch it! You're gonna kill me before we even leave! Hold on... I'm trying these on."22

Clarissa laughed to herself, and thought about Chelsea's love life. Always fluctuating, with a new twist or turn. Odd as it may seem, the taller and skinnier girl envied her friend, because she was always so upbeat and happy, and always charming and flirtacious. Around her, Clarissa felt a little out of place and childish, like an abused and depressed child trying to mingle with her older sister's group of friends.23

And with the new attention on her looks, she'd been beginning to feel that the only thing attracting guys were the skin-tight clothes that accentuated her curves. Why else would anyone be interested in her, if not for just hooking up? Chelsea had much more personality, she felt, and guys still sort of used Chelsea because of her large breasts.24

Suddenly depressed, she slid down to the wooden closet floor, and closing her eyes for a moment, briefly thought about throwing of the new brightly coloured disguise she had been wearing, and just showing the true, depressed and worthless side of her.25

Hearing Chelsea comment on how she was dressed, and was going to use Clarissa's make-up, she snapped back to reality and quickly threw on some skin-tight jeans, a black studded belt, and a black ripped and shredded top. She stalked out of the closet, plastered a fake grin on her face for Chelsea's sake, and grabbed her black eyeliner and silvery white eyeshadow, along with some silver sparkle lipstick. She noticed Chelsea's questioning gaze on her more Gothic outfit, and thought bitterly to herself that if it had been Brandi, the gaze would have more likely been slightly disgusted or annoyed. 26

She applied her make-up, and as her mind returned to her usual darker and more woeful thoughts, a lone tear slid down her cheek. Noticing it, she convinced herself that it was the eyeliner making her eyes water. Even though she knew better.27