A/N: I updated my stories and am now ready for a new story so here I go! MAKE SURE TO CHECK OUT MY POLL! ENNNNJOOYYYY!
I stared at my phone. He hadn't called. The screen was a mixture tears and words. I was strong, I was Jade West, I wasn't supposed to tear up and think about the hot summer nights we spent cramped in a small RV content with the smell of cologne, coffee and metal from my "cutting utensils". I wasn't supposed to be sitting in a dark ally replaying the scene in my head. I stood outside with the green leaves and brick walls and a wooden door whose knob wouldn't turn, wouldn't even budge. When I finally noticed that I'd counted and that I couldn't smell his cologne beside me I jumped into my car, smirking a bit when I smelled the scent of burning rubber. I ended up here, with a phone and countless sweatshirts with his last name on the back and tears streaming down my face. I, Jade West was alone. That was the bottom line. Soon, I'd drift off into nothingness, slowly and painfully, with only memories of us dragging behind.
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He was never mine to begin with, just my "Piano Guy". His shoulder was there when I needed to cry and his arms could wrap around me with ease, but his lips were never mine for the taking. I could smile and act as well as the next girl, but it didn't make much of a difference. He was still only my best friend, he could only give advice, never a kiss, he could say he loved me, but wasn't in love with me. That's how it went, how it was going to go. I'd just have to plaster on a fake smile and face it. We harmonized well, better than anyone else, and I loved him since we met. I loved him the moment he grabbed the cup full of ice cold lemonade from my grasp and let his fingers linger over mine for a second longer than a normal person would. The again, normal was boring.
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We were never ideal. No one really expected us to be together. Which is probably why I turned him down, because it's just common sense. A guy that carries around a puppet could never be with a girl that carries around a giraffe. So, I'd walk away from him, leaving him sad and I'd regret my decision, silently wishing I'd said yes.
I just might love that boy, that curly haired, puppet carrying boy, and there's nothing wrong with that. If only I could convince myself that that's true.