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A One Shot! :)
Why was I so in love? I asked myself that everyday. Maybe I was just plain crazy or this love thing was just a phase I was going through.
My parents didn't believe me. They never do. They said I didn't know what love was. And that was only 'cause I was eighteen. Eighteen, schmighteen, I knew how to love more than they did. They didn't love each other one bit. Screaming and yelling at each other wasn't love. It was hate. They didn't exactly love each other, but they didn't hate each other either. I sighed and let them lecture me. AGAIN.
12 Years Later
I still haven't gotten married. If I was to marry, it'd be only to him. I haven't talked to him in exactly 12 years. But I know he still loves me. He promised he still would.
Flashback
"Sorry, Taylor" John hugged me once again. "You said you weren't going to leave me" I cried into his shoulder. "You know how bad I want this, Taylor" He said. "It's my dream" He finished. "Well, your dream was also marrying me, but how can I marry you when your half way around the world with who knows who?" I asked. I shook my head and said "Just promise me on thing" He nodded. "You'll still love me" He nodded. "I promise" I kissed him once more and ran inside my house, without a second glance. And he left.Present
My parents kicked me out of the house. I didn't care. I hated them anyways. I lived with my best friend, Carrie. She still didn't believe that I knew John Cena. But I didn't care. If she didn't believe me, she didn't believe me.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I went to my room and picked it up.
"Hello?" I said. "Taylor?" The person asked. "Uh, yeah" I said, awkwardly. "Its John" I closed my eyes, so I wouldn't cry. "John?" John paused before asking me "Wanna runaway with me?" That totally caught me off guard. He was famous. A wrestler. He fulfilled his dream. But he still kept his promise. "Come again?" I asked. "Do you, Miss. Taylor Gray, want to run away with me?" He asked again, but slower this time. I laughed. In his serious tone he said "I'm not joking" Before I knew it I was saying "Yes, yes I want to runaway with you"
After packing my stuff, I wrote a letter to Carrie.
Dear Carrie,I'm sorry for leaving at such short notice. I don't belong here, I belong with John. Love,
Taylor GrayI left it at that. She could figure out the rest.
We met outside my house at 11 pm. When I first saw him, I ran up to him and kissed him. With our bags in one hand ready to run, he grabbed my other hand and kissed it.
"So what do you say, Taylor?" he asked. "Wanna runaway with me?" I sighed and nodded. "I'd love to"
And off we went, disappearing into our own little world.