Hey guise! So yeah, I'm back! Sorry for disappearing like that. Anyways, I'll give you a heads up! This is a love story. I wasn't planning on writing a story, but I needed something simple and familiar. So yes, it's one of those cliché, sappy love stories. Sorry! - Prologue If you combined all failed relationships into a book, mine would be buried deep within all the scandals of affairs, lies, etc. We broke up. I've been telling people that, but the thing is, I don't mind. Was this normal? Where were the tears? The chocolate ice cream and the Crazy Stupid Love movie marathon? We ended it mutually. Well, as mutual as a "I don't think we're working." "Me too." could be. Well, alright, I cried. I cried when we broke it off. Plus points for normalcy there. But after? It was like nothing happened. My theory? It wasn't love. It was obvious from the start that I would never love him. I just needed something familiar, something I could count on. I'm not much of a risk taker. I'm a romantic, but not a risk taker. Odd, I know. I'm odd. Love is odd. We fit together. I shouldn't be searching for someone to love. I'm only 16. But like I said, I'm odd. And being odd makes you fall in love. And falling in love makes you do odd things. - I was blabbering half of that. Haha
I loved your other stories, this is just as good. Romance is perfect since I'm a big fat sap so I can't wait to get into this story!
Woot. - It was eight days before Jackie's mixer. I don't remember the date, but I remember Jackie's party, and the eight days reference. I was being cheesy about it, saying that eight symbolized infinity and all that everlasting love crap. "If I wear blue, I need silver shoes. But I only have red. And red and blue? Nuh-uh," Haylee blabbered on, and I was getting exasperated. "Haylee?" "Yeah?" "Shut up." I was being mean, but Haylee wasn't hurt. She probably considered this all part of the post-break up routine. Cry a river, hate everything happy, and gain half your weight. Or she just simply thought I was PMS-ing. But I was neither. I was genuinely starting to get annoyed by her talking. To make matters worse, the next thing I heard were among the lines of : "OMG. Like O to the M to the G!" as per usual, it was Micaela. I resisted the urge to cover my ears and watched her strut towards me. "YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!" My eardrums. Have mercy. "JEREMY TALKED TO ME! ME! ME!" "Give yourself an award," I muttered. She started jumping up and down, and turned into a mini-robot, blabbering like Haylee. "I know he just said hi 'cause I said hey but we had actual connection! Like legit talking. Words -- I mean word -- off his perfect lips! Like, we're on the right track. I bet he's going to ask me out next..." I rolled my eyes, "Micaela. Where's Eve? Shouldn't you be telling her this?" Honestly, it was true. I wasn't too fond of Micaela, but she doesn't know that. She thinks we're friends, not enemies. Alright, I don't completely loathe her, but let's just say if she had small pox, I would be no Edward Jenner to her. [ A/N : Edward Jenner - man who cured small pox. My nerd instincts are kicking in. ] "Yuh-UHHH. But Eve is out sick, but I'll call her anyways! BYEEEE!" she did that whole popular three finger wiggle-wave thing and skipped off. I turned to Haylee, who was smirking at my expense. "Hey, hey," she held her palms up defensively, "I'm not even THAT annoying." I grumbled a few choice words and stormed off to my class. What a way to start the day. - Boring, I know. Just giving you all a feel of the characters. :<
Do you remember how we met? Did you even know me before this? Before Jackie's party? Before detention? Did you know that I had just broken up with my - first - boyfriend two weeks before? Did you know I didn't feel anything doing so? I guess you didn't, since you walked right up to me in Jackie's house and introduced yourself. You said that you were a senior, and that your friends had dared you to talk to me, the junior. Did you see my blush? Did you? You looked so cute then. So adorable. So painfully adorable. Do you remember what I said after? "I just broke up with my boyfriend two weeks ago." I'm such an idiot, amn't I? You looked at me, startled and after a few seconds, looked at me carefully, "Really? And how are you dealing with that?" I shrugged then, "I'm okay. In fact, I'm amazing. Do you want to dance?" I must have sounded like a ***** to you, but you didn't mind. Instead you grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. The dancing itself was great, yeah, but to be honest, the details were the best part. The exchanging of numbers, the screaming over the loud music, the tentative looks everyone was giving us, the blush that would ride on both our cheeks. That, Branden, was the best part.