a/n : This is my first fanfic. Just so everyone knows. Nope, This story is not in character format (Ex; Oliver Oken, Hannah Montana, Miley Swetart, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasly) Yes, these are made up characters and none of these events are real.

My head aches.

I'm collapsing to the ground. My knees sting from hitting the early, June ground. My eyes are puffy and red from crying since about 7. Now, it's about 3 a.m on a Tuesday, night. Or now, Wednesday morning. I had exactly seven days until I was out of Jr. High. Finally. I should of been out of that place last year, but went to kindergarten a year late.

I wrap my arms around my bony legs, which are know dirty from falling. "He doesn't love me," I whisper.

This moment I realize that, Josh Devington does not, underline that, not love me. He never has. This moment I feel so used, so betrayed. I close my eyes and whip the remaining tears, trying to forget all about Josh.

Why am I crying in the first place? I couldn't help but ask myself. Shutup! The other part of my head tells me. Why do I love this boy so much? Do I love him? What the hell is wrong with me? The opposite of me tells me.

My brain drowns out in useless thoughts. Then all of a sudden, I get the feeling that a pair of eyes on me. You know, like a stalker walking behind you on a cool summer night. I open my eyes, look ahead of me. A park, empty.

I get up, searching for that one pair of eyes. "Hello," I say, "Anybody there?" Turning around I spot a man, no a boy, no, a guy. He's about my age. I can tell that he doesn't shave, that's a fact. He doesn't look familiar, either to my mushy eyes or to the darkness.

"Hi," he says, "I heard so crying while I was taking a walk." A walk at 3 in the morning? I ask myself but not darn to say, whipping a few remaining tears. "That was me," I say, additively and let out a small smile. "You new to here?" I ask, having no control over myself. The probably 13 or 14 year old boy, had shaggy brown hair and what looked like, hazel eyes. He was somewhat skinny and had black skinny jeans, vans and a sweatshirt on. He probably thought I was stupid for wearing a flimsy cami and whifebeater with some shorts plus some AE flipflops. Why wouldn't he? I most likely look like I have just found out that I'm going to die in two weeks.

" Yup. How'd ya know?"

"How wouldn't I know?," I say with a little grin on my face, "This town is as big as the LA mall."

Now he let's out a laugh. "Travis. Chicago."

"Amber. Here."

At that I pass him, the park and walk to my house. I cover my chest from the breeze, open my door. Buck up the stairs two at a time and climb in to bed. I smile, knowing that this night wouldn't be the last that I would see Travis whatever-his-last-name-was and fall into a dreamless sleep.

a/n : Okay, maybe a little short...? I don't know. I'm working on it and may add a few changements. I thought it kindof ended akward, somehow. I lost the orginal paper that I wrote 4 days before writing this. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! I want to know what you liked, what you didn't like. Everything. Please :)