Love without Complications
The wind blew furiously as he trekked down the street, head pointed to the ground, hands jammed into pockets. It was twenty-five degrees out, not an abnormal temperature in Canada, but still frightfully cold. You'd think the Canadians would be used to the frigid climate, but still every winter it surprised them and chilled them to the bone. He turned the corner and power-walked down the side street. It was so cold and all he could think about was a nice cup of coffee, or cider, or cocoa, or something. Anything at all, just to keep him away from the cold. Oh, how he despised winter. He didn't do well with cold, it annoyed him to the point of wanting to scream and rip his hair out. It seemed like everything these days annoyed him, ever since....
He didn't like thinking about what happen in December. It was Mid-February, now, and he just wanted to forget of the huge mistake he made. He climbed up the stairs and fiddled with the lock. It clicked open and he burst in to find Angela, his little sister, playing quietly on the floor while Caitlin, his soon-to-be stepmother, typed rapidly at her laptop.
"Craig!" Angela cried and jumped up to run to him.
"Hey, Angela." He leaned down and picked up her, still shivering from the cold.
"Why are you shivery, Craig?" Angela asked.
"Me and the cold don't get along." Craig smirked and put her down. He took off his gloves as he walked into the kitchen.
"Hey, Craig. How was your day?" Caitlin asked, not looking up.
"Lovely." He muttered and found some coffee. It was cold from sitting in the pot all day. "Deeelish." He mumbled and thrust it into the microwave for thirty seconds. His day wasn't the most delightful of days and he wasn't in the most delightful of moods....
He took the coffee out into the garage and sat down on one of the milk cartons he had about. This Christmas sucked and it was his fault. He had two amazing girls, each madly in love with him, and he ruined it.
Why did I lie, he thought to himself as he sipped his stale coffee. It's not like I was desperate or anything, I could have had any girl in Degrassi, But I screwed up. He sighed. He loved Ashley, but Manny....Manny was just tantalizing. She was the zest in his day. He was in love with Manny...he was rather...in Lust with her. She was so sexy, so beautiful...but she had the personality of a Rock. Who really cared what the newest style was, or who was seeing who. What really caught his attention was artistic talent, music...stuff that the gorgeous Ashley Kerwin liked and had. He loved Ashley, he even believed she was going to be with him for quite a while. He wanted her for so long; she was so out of reach, so exotic. He never had someone quite as entrancing as her, but now he lost her. Apparently, from what he heard, not only did he loose her, but she was loosing herself. The breakup was harder on her then he expected; she was supposedly so horribly depressed these days. And he felt horrible. If only she took it as well as Manny seemed to.
He finished up his coffee and looked around the garage. Maybe I should have band practice some time soon, he thought.
"...nah." He thought aloud and headed home to go sleep for a few hours.