| Chapter 18 |
| Closing the front door to their apartment Mya walked into the living room and found Amelia sitting there with her arms crossed. Mya knew why and was jumping with joy at the fact that she was already ruining a possible relationship between Amelia and Justin before it even started. Putting on her act she had been using on Amelia for years she walked slowly towards Amelia and sat down crossing her legs. "I am so sorry Amelia. It just came out by mistake. I completely forgot you didn't tell your parents about meeting Justin and I ended up telling them things that I shouldn't have," sadly said Mya, bowing her head down. The only thing Amelia could think of when Mya put on this act, was how dare she try and fool her to believe everything just spilled out of her mouth. Mya knew full well what she was doing and what she had done. Shaking her head, Amelia stood up and walked to the window as tears started to come from her eyes. "What ever you say to me today, I will not believe a single word of it. You broke the most important rule of friendship and that was trust. I trusted you to not say anything about Justin. Is this some sick game that everyone plays on me. To make me feel like crap because I look past it the color of Justins skin and ya'll won't. So what if I have feelings for Justin or If I have fallen in love with him. Ya'll are not the ones who will be with him, it's me," cried Amelia. Looking up at Amelia, Mya started to feel guilt rise up to her heart. Once it reached, she forced a mental picture of the white man who broke her heart and hatered came and pushed that guilt away. She just sat there waiting to hear what else Amelia had to say before she went on with her act. "For the past few weeks I have been thinking about if you really are my true best friend Mya. How the hell do we get along? We are total opposites of eachother and it has finally shown light. I just want to know, what is wrong with me being with Justin? Just because he's white doesn't mean he can't love me or want me," said Amelia while turing around to look straight into Mya's eyes. "Justin is white and that is what's wrong with him and I never said he can't love you or maybe want you, but hes just.... just not right for you," said Mya. Laughing," Not right for me? You don't even know him to say he's not right for me. He is the type of guy I look for and I mean personality wise. Hes funny, smart, scarcastic, romantic, sweet, honet, caring, generous and much more. If you took the time to get to know him and not judge him, then you would see what I see," said Amelia. "I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I will never become his friend nor want to talk to him," angerily said Mya. "You want to know whats so funny? Blacks don't want to be judge by the color of their skin by whites who are racist, but here you and my family are doing the same to whites," laughed Amelia,"God, you have so much hate and it sickens me to kow that you do. I just have one more question and answer this with honesty . Would you stop being my friend and no longer support me, if I was to be Justin's girlfriend and have a relationship with him?," said Amelia looking into Mya's eyes. Mya was shocked that Amelia had asked that question, but wasn't going to lie about this one. Looking up at Amelia, she saw hurt, confusion, and denial. Never in her life had she saw Amelia this weak and here she was tearing her friend into little pieces. Blocking out all of her thoughts, she came back into reality and answered for the first time truthfully. "Yes, Amelia I would. I would honestly give you and this friendship up in a second if you wanted a relationship with Justin. You should know better than anyone that I would not like to see you with a white boy or be seen in public with you after everyone knows your with him," said Mya. Once Amelia heard those words come out of Mya's mouth, she was crushed. Her best friend was in a way giving her an ultimatum. Mya was embrassed to be with her and Amelia felt like crap. Moving away from Mya, she walked really fast towards her room and slammed the door. Leaning against the bedroom door, she knew what else she had to do and knew it wasn't going to pleasent. |