Author Notes: This is written through the eyes of Adam Rove. I'm not quite sure how it came out, so I would love to get some reviews.
Dedication: To everyone who has given reviews on my other stories; including: Obsessed4, dark-follower, Admiral Lily, SpookyAnne, baby monkey, & Moonlit-Jeannie - you all rock! **Sorry if I forgot anyone!**
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Passing Notes
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+ As I steped out of the over-crowded hallway and in to the open outdoors, I had two things on my mind; Jane Girardi and my upcoming art project. I was wishing I could tell Jane the truth, a truth that not even I was sure of.
+ I had been acting foolish alot lately, not appriciating what was infront of me. I think that's what ruined the trio. After my escapades with Iris, I just didn't feel welcome around Grace and Jane. Maybe this was why I was walking home, yet again, alone. The snow was melting slowly in the bright sun, letting off a white sparkle. A calm silence filled the air and I began to think more of my 'situation'. That's what I had come to call all of my rough times, they were simply, 'situations'.
+ I won't lie. I did like Iris for a little while. Or rather, I liked the way she liked me. I loved to have someone to talk to about art, someone who had been through some of the things that I had. But Iris deserves someone who can give her their whole heart, and I just couldn't do that.
+ Maybe I didn't know what I was feeling, but I did know it was real. Grace knew. Grace always knows, I'm not quite sure how. I didn't think I would ever forgive Jane for destroying my sculpture, but there was just something about her... I couldn't stay mad. I wanted, no I needed her friendship. Kind of like the way I did now. Only I screwed things up this time. How could she ever forgive me?
+ When Jane and I kissed, that was real. She was my first kiss, my only kiss, and that meant something. There was just something about her, her laugh, her smile... it was like a drug, sucking me into its endless web of highs and lows.
+ I wanted to be her boyfriend, and for awhile I thought I was... until the party. I still dont know who the mysterious dance partner was, but it no longer matters. Our dance under the stars was magical.
+ When I finally reached my hour I was exhaused. Not as much from the walking as from the thinking. Sometimes it hurt to think about Jane, but this time it was worth it, I had decided to call her.
+ I was about to open the door and go for the phone when I noticed a note folded and taped to the handle.
+ It was from Jane +
'Dear Adam.
I know we haven't been on the best terms lately, but I miss talking to you. I am truely sorry for all the pain I have put you through during our friendship, but I need you, Adam. It gets harder everyday you dont show up for chemistry, and everytime you and Iris pass Grace and I by in the hall; I cry. You have been my one true friend since I moved to Arcadia, and I should have told you from the begining; I love you Adam.
Love, "Jane"'
-- to be continued --
Dedication: To everyone who has given reviews on my other stories; including: Obsessed4, dark-follower, Admiral Lily, SpookyAnne, baby monkey, & Moonlit-Jeannie - you all rock! **Sorry if I forgot anyone!**
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Passing Notes
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+ As I steped out of the over-crowded hallway and in to the open outdoors, I had two things on my mind; Jane Girardi and my upcoming art project. I was wishing I could tell Jane the truth, a truth that not even I was sure of.
+ I had been acting foolish alot lately, not appriciating what was infront of me. I think that's what ruined the trio. After my escapades with Iris, I just didn't feel welcome around Grace and Jane. Maybe this was why I was walking home, yet again, alone. The snow was melting slowly in the bright sun, letting off a white sparkle. A calm silence filled the air and I began to think more of my 'situation'. That's what I had come to call all of my rough times, they were simply, 'situations'.
+ I won't lie. I did like Iris for a little while. Or rather, I liked the way she liked me. I loved to have someone to talk to about art, someone who had been through some of the things that I had. But Iris deserves someone who can give her their whole heart, and I just couldn't do that.
+ Maybe I didn't know what I was feeling, but I did know it was real. Grace knew. Grace always knows, I'm not quite sure how. I didn't think I would ever forgive Jane for destroying my sculpture, but there was just something about her... I couldn't stay mad. I wanted, no I needed her friendship. Kind of like the way I did now. Only I screwed things up this time. How could she ever forgive me?
+ When Jane and I kissed, that was real. She was my first kiss, my only kiss, and that meant something. There was just something about her, her laugh, her smile... it was like a drug, sucking me into its endless web of highs and lows.
+ I wanted to be her boyfriend, and for awhile I thought I was... until the party. I still dont know who the mysterious dance partner was, but it no longer matters. Our dance under the stars was magical.
+ When I finally reached my hour I was exhaused. Not as much from the walking as from the thinking. Sometimes it hurt to think about Jane, but this time it was worth it, I had decided to call her.
+ I was about to open the door and go for the phone when I noticed a note folded and taped to the handle.
+ It was from Jane +
'Dear Adam.
I know we haven't been on the best terms lately, but I miss talking to you. I am truely sorry for all the pain I have put you through during our friendship, but I need you, Adam. It gets harder everyday you dont show up for chemistry, and everytime you and Iris pass Grace and I by in the hall; I cry. You have been my one true friend since I moved to Arcadia, and I should have told you from the begining; I love you Adam.
Love, "Jane"'
-- to be continued --