It's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain

She was on the verge of crying. I could see the tears forming. She was still wearing a bunch of make up, had her hair done... she was so upset with me.

"I've wanted to be with you ever since I enrolled to this bloody school. Mick, you're just making it difficult to be here." Mara cried.

I came closer to her but she moved away from me. "I'm sorry if I haven't been acting like Prince Charming but-"

As if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain, there'll be no last chance I promise to never mess it up again.

"Prince Charming! Prince Charming? You're no Prince Charming. You're far worse. You're like the villian. I was just ignorant to ever fall for an idiot like you." She gasped after what she said. Covering her mouth quickly.

"FUCK YOU, Mara. You have no idea what it feels like to be around you? You make me feel like an idiot. Like, like how can I live up to you? You're fucking perfect Mara. Who wouldn't want to be with you? But I'm not your type." I told her.

"You make me feel like an idiot falling for you." She murmured.

"Can't compare how I feel. Especially after you calling me stupid. It just makes me feel, dandy."

"I wasn't thinking when I said that. Okay." She said. But I knew she was lying.

"I know, you know, we both know you think I'm stupid. I'm sorry, I'm not the brightest light bulb in the house. But I try okay. I try." I yelled at her. Her mouth dropped a bit. Like she was shocked.

"I'm sorry for calling you an idiot okay. I was just mad okay. You're really, really smart Mick." Mara touched the side of my arm. Rubbing it back and forth.

"Why can't you give me a chance?" I asked.

"You're afraid. You'll never be mine if you keep on doing this." She said.

Just a sweet pain of watching your back as you walk, as I'm watching you walk away

"Mara..." I said. But I heard the door shut by then.

And now you're gone it's like an echo in my head. And I remember every word you said.

I walked over to Trudy, ask for advice. Trudy is good at advice. She's a great house mother.

It's a cruel thing you'll never know all the ways I tried

"Oh, Mick! What brings you here?" Trudy asked.

"Girls." I sighed.

"Oh, Mick." She laughed, "What kind of trouble are they bring to you these days?" She placed her hand under her chin, I could tell she was interested with my problems.

"Mara hates me." I told her.

She laughed, "That girl doesn't hate a thing... other than sports. She has no mean bone in that body. How could she hate you?" She asked.

"She likes me. Well, probably liked me. I screwed things up. Cause, well. I really like her. But she thinks I'm afraid... I don't know what she means." I scratched my head. 'You're afraid. You'll never be mine if you keep on doing this.' Afraid of what?

"How exactly did you screw things up?" Trudy asked.

"I was putting her down, only to get Jerome and Alfie off my case about me liking Mara. She overheard. She was really upset. Explains why she's all... what she is lately."

"I thought it was just a phase." Trudy sighed, "Girls are sensitive, Mara is one of them if you haven't noticed."

Trudy placed her hand on my head and rubbed it back and forth, making it a mess.

"Show her your true feelings about her." She told me. She left to clean. I sat at the dining room table, burying my face into my hands. When Mara and Patricia walked downstairs.

She just pasted me by. I smiled at her, but she didn't do a thing.

It's a hard thing faking a smile when I feel like I'm falling apart inside and now you're gone it's like an echo in my head and I remember every word you said... you never will be mine. No... you never will be mine...

What will I do?