Fa-ke lies & Fa-ke truths

MONDAY. 9:45 AM

I fiddle with the little bottle for some seconds, "Oh no," I nervously laugh. "It's fine."

"No, it's not. Take the drugs now." He insists.

"It's fine, really. It's totally fine."

"Kinsley," He calls my name slowly. "Take the drugs, I promise you it's not going to hurt."

I stare blankly at him. Damn! He's so cute and nice; telling me it won't hurt when I take the drugs. But one thing I've learnt; you should never take a drug when nothing's wrong with you.

"Seriously, I am fine. There's really no need."

He stands up from his seat and I lift my head up to gaze at him. "Kinsley you should take it, your leg hurts."

This is a major problem.

I can't exactly say my leg is hurt because it's not hurt and also because he'd make me take the drugs which I shouldn't. I also can't say my leg is fine because I previously said my leg is not fine and I'll become the liar I probably am.

"Don't worry. it's okay."

He chuckles lightly, "Gosh Kinsley, are you scared or what?"

"No, that's not it."

"Then take it."

I shake my head.

"I'm going to force it into your mouth."

My eyes widen, "What?"

He begins climbing on top of the bed, crawling towards me on both knees, "You heard me."

I begin to panic, moving away from him, "No. It's alright."

"You have to take the drugs or you might just die of pain."

My back hits against the wall and I have no where else to move to, he continues moving closer; eyes focused on the bottle in my hands. I'm not so sure what exactly is happening but it's slightly uncomfortable, after all these years of wanting to be close physically with Adrian, I'm reluctant. He gets much closer and I watch as his black hair moves with each movement he makes. He's currently so up close to the extent I'm afraid to breathe.

"Fine! I'll take them!"

He scoffs with a smile playing on his lips. "You surprise me Kinsley."

A smile slowly forms on my face. I may have not scored much goals and succeeded during lacrosse but I sure did score a lot of goals with Adrian. I can literally smell success.

"Wow," Adrian whispers. And it's then I notice we haven't broken eye contact, neither has he moved off me. "I just realized we have the same color of eyes,"

I gasp when he says that but then smile; He finally notices it.

His eyes slowly show a sort of emotion that can be best described as 'Adoration'. This is the first time that expression is being directed towards me and I can't help but get drawn into it.

"It's really pretty," He says, not removing eye contact. "Especially on you."

My smile gets wider as I continue staring into his beautiful blue eyes. I open my mouth to say something but the universe has to ruin it.

"Kinsley! I heard you broke your leg-" The voice stops short once it enters.

We both slowly tear our eyes off each other to stare at the intruder and I gasp when I see who it is.

Madison.

Adrian—still very close to me, with both hands digging deep into the bed at my sides—looks back to me and that's when his eyes widen, finally realizing what this position looks like. He quickly gets off me, moving away from the bed with a deep frown on his face.

"Yeah, she sprained her ankle actually." He says in an uncomfortable tone as he scratches the back of his neck. "I should go back to the boys, let me leave you two to talk." He walks out.

My eyes slowly move to Madison to see her standing still as she stares lost at the path Adrian walked. When she walked in, she looked startled to see both of us in that position and I kind of feel bad; if I walked in to see Adrian with another girl and their faces so close like we were, I might just die.

I audibly hear Madison take in deep breathes. I carefully observe her current state; her shoulders are very stiff and she looks troubled, she's barefoot and her hair's wet even her bathing suit's soaked which tells me she just came out of the water. But her body looks great, she is pretty after all. She then turns to me with a smile.

Madison—smiles a lot.

"I heard you hurt your leg?" She asks.

I guess she wants to ignore what she just saw.

"Yeah, I did." I say in a little voice, moving off the wall and sitting to face her.

She sits, taking the position Adrian was once in. "That is why I brought this to help."

That's when I realize she has a small yellow painted jar in hand.

"I was coming back to camp ground and then I heard you hurt your leg during lacrosse and being an athlete myself I know how bad that must hurt."

My eyes widen a bit; she's an athlete? No wonder Adrian and her are close.

"So, I want to give you this." She stretches her hands forward.

I stare at the small wide jar for some moments, I can't really see the inside but it looks really fancy; the jar's painted a bright yellow and it's covering is a shiny silver color- who knows, it might be actual silver.

"It's my special healing balm, whenever I get a pain, I just rub it on and it's gone! And the best part is, it smells like sweets."

"Oh no, I can't accept this. It's yours." I carefully push it away from me.

"Oh, don't be silly Kinsley, I brought it for you." She pushes it forward again.

"Well, I think you need it more than I do." I push her hands[jar] back to her.

"Well, you are injured now so you need it." She stretches her hands back.

I inwardly sigh, getting tired of this same topic. Why can't I just lie and the lie works in my favor? Why are they even so pressed about this? Can't they just let the injury be? Because it's all fake lies— Fa-ke lies!

I exhale, "No Madison. I don't need it. What if you get injured? You won't have what to use."

"Oh, it's no problem." She shrugs, "I could always ask my maid to make more."

I inaudibly gulp. Maid? She also has a maid.

"Take it. I hate seeing people in pain. This is the first gift I'm granting you, don't reject it. That'll make me sad." She playfully pouts.

And I feel defeated once again. She hands me the jar and I slowly collect it, still a little spaced out thinking of her words, 'I hate seeing people in pain'. Maybe Jen was right, there is more to Madison than we all know.

We both stay in silence for a while. I keep my head down staring at the two items in my hands. Adrian's pain reliever in my left and Madison's pain reliever in my right. Different people—the same purpose. I feel my heart crush even more.

Madison clears her throat and I raise my head to look at her. "I didn't really want to say anything but…" She trails and I think I know what she's about to say. "I-I saw you and Adrian," She stutters a little. "Not like it's any of my business, I just-"

"What you saw was a misunderstanding." I quickly cut in. I can see how uneasy she looks and I don't want her getting worked up over such a silly thing.

She stares at me, hoping I'll explain more. I take in a deep breath, preparing myself for an explanation. "I was being stubborn to take the drugs so he wanted to force it into my mouth." I say honestly, feeling all-time low.

She just stares blankly for some seconds then bursts out laughing, "That sounds like something Adrian would do."

"Yeah," I murmur.

I suddenly don't feel like talking anymore and want her to leave.

"I just wanted to say it once more," She starts. "I really, really like him Kinsley." She says, "I might even love him." I snap my eyes to her; does she even know what love means? "I'm desperately hoping that while I'm on this camping trip, he'll like me back."

Yes, I don't feel like talking anymore and I really don't want to hear anymore because every minute I listen to her confessions, I feel awful. She thinks of me as a friend, but she doesn't think that I also like Adrian and want him to myself. She likes me but she shouldn't, she should think of me as an enemy because I'm not going to think of her as a friend, especially when I feel insecure around her.

"Do you think it's possible?" She smiles nervously.

I keep shut for a moment then force myself to nod my head, not being able to talk.

She sighs, "I hope so too." She pats her bare thighs and stands to her feet, her dark brown hair falling in waves at her back. "it's nice telling you this. I guess I'll be leaving, get some rest and get better." She smiles warmly at me.

She turns to leave then pauses, turning back, "Your friend is surprisingly terrible at swimming though."