December 22nd, 2007 (07:14 am)
current mood: blah
current song: the bzzing of my air-con
It's just after 7am in sunny Cronulla..(i say "sunny cronulla" and yet its overcast looking like its going ot rain)
I got a phone call late last night- it woke me up but i didn't answer. It as it was a private number and those type of calls are always a little sketchy, mainly because it could be a vast number of people you dont want to talk to at some ungodly hour; a drunken 'i love you' phone call or a lonely friend who wants a d&m or a prank call from a bitch you went to school with.. either way, i wasn't answering the call.
But.. they did leave a message, Which i woke up at 7am anxious to listen to.(I dont know about you but i can't handle not reading sms's or listening to voicemails that are on my phone- no matter what time recieved, e.g. if a message comes through @ 3am i will subconciously wake myself up just to read it-lame-maybe, sad-most definatly.
Anyway..
It was a boy.. a boy who i usd to have feelings for, not a boyfriend, more a bestfriend.We'll call him James. You see i only met him this year after he temporarily moved down from queensland and at first i couldn't stand him, we became closer and closer and slowly every girl around him started to fall in love with him.. except me.. and the desire of his heart,Ellie a little blonde ballerina, but she's not important in this story (she didn't fall for him,he fell for her, she fell for a boy i've always secretly been in love with, now james is heartbroken and i am over boys!). We were like brother and sister.. but we had something a little more special about our relationship. I knew i had one up on all those other girls because he was comfortable with me, he'd tell me about his family, his feelings, his dreams, his fears, we got drunk together (we ended up drunk kissing, but it wasnt exactly romantic and didnt count for much) i loved him as a mate, i thought he was great..
Then he got a recording contract (he was an avid muso- guitar,drums,bass,piano and.. cello hahah long story) and went touring through europe.. there was this girl though, lets call her helena.. alot like me, in the way that she was another close friend of James (arguably, i was his bestfriend) but she was doing the whole 'im you're sister, im you're bestfriend' spiel to disguise her love for him (she too had a drunken kiss with him 'that' night... except theres went on for hours.. ours was more or less a peck with no tongue. She then claimed she was in love with him and they 'had something'- He claimed he didnt like her and felt bad for leading her on, however, she still stands by the fact they 'had something'. Dumb Bitch.)
The day before he left for europe, we all went out to dinner, James, Myself, Helena and two other girls who were in love with him also- one a hippie, one an alcoholic. The night was great (half the girls forgot there money and i ended up paying for a $200 dinner, james neglected me all night, he was really being egotistical and rude) and then it came to say goodbyes, everyone had left except for myself and helena (i was staying at her house.. yes, out of choice) James' car pulled up, he hugged Helena and went to hug me and his eyes started to water and hugged me that little tighter, little longer than he did to anyone else, and with that he was gone..
We kept in touch over email each one eneded with "miss you so much brielle, love you heaps" etc etc.
He finally came home after 2 months- he called me, he was going to be in sydney in 2 weeks and wanted to go for dinner and was also coming to my formal (aka prom for all you Americans) 2 weeks passed and he arrived on a Saturday.. only i didnt see him. He saw the alcoholic friend first, then a few others.. By tuesday he was calling saying how we should meet up for lunch, i declined-treat em mean keep em keen- he suggested dinner, i thought it would be a great thing, so i said yes..the next phone call we had he asked if i could invite helena because he didnt want to call her... i said sure..We spoke a few more times over phone and on wednesday he showed up at the annual showcase our performing arts school put on, and it was nice sitting with him- and he looked better than ever but By friday it had hit me.
How can he come back after 3 odd months and expect me to organise a dinner- in his honour after he couldnt even be bothered to see me when he first came back.. but i let it slide thinking i was overrecting..which i probably was, but still, think about how it would make you feel.
The sunday was our formal, he was there.. we were sitting opposite each other on a big round table that seats 10- everyone was excited to see that he was finally back in the country- especially his gaggle of girls who were gaga over his alter ego the 'gorgeous drummer'...Especially Helena, she waltzed in and took the seat next to James- only there was someone in it.. she made them move, and with that he was buying her glasses of red wine, flirting non stop- normal behaviour for someone who doesnt want to speak to some one.. not.
They were inseperable all night and it really got me angry, i danced my ass off and i partied with the friends who really mattered, i got told i looked gorgeous and everyone at my table was asking me about my modelling and that made me feel good and what made me feel the best after a night of sheer dickheaded-ness, when i saw James and Helena on the balcony, looking out at sydney Harbour, sipping wine and the satisfaction i got from saying 'I'll see you soon, Guys'- Knowing full well i may never see James again and walking away, only for him to stop me- 'Brielle, you might not see me for a while..', 'Oh yeah! i forgot, well, all the best, good night' and then i continued to strut away with boys kissing me good night, down the stairs and in the car with my mum (who happens to be the best lady in the world) and that was the last i thought of him after he had hurt me and used me so much, it felt good to finally shut the door on him.
Later that week i found out Helena and James had spent the night together and went to breakfast the next day when Helena and i were meant to be rehersing for a show.
I cared, i was hurt, angry and determined...then i forgot about it, forgot about him, forgot about her.. my life is was good. I knew i was better than to be treated like that. I didn't need to chase him round and do everything he asked, i wasn't going to have my heartbroken and i definatly wasn't going to turn into one of those gaga girls. I was me and i love my life. I dont change for anyone and i deserve the best (like every other woman out there) He was just a thought..
And now he's calling me at midnight 4 weeks later after i left him in the dark..
Maybe something bad has happened? Maybe it's taken him this long to realise i have no time for him, maybe he found out Ellie (remember her?) has a boyfriend and needs someone to mend his broken heart,maybe it was just a call of christmas cheer..
either way, i didn't answer the call..
what do i do?