He looked in at her, seeing her staring at the huge fifty inch television screen. She wasn't watching anything though, she was just staring. Sitting there and staring with blank eyes. The same blank stare that was in both of their eyes that night he drove her home. Yes, he did feel very stalker, but he needed to see her. After what had happened; when they had sex for the first time, he felt an incredible bond towards her. He had hoped that she felt it too, but clearly she hadn't, since the next day she broke up with him.

Sarah rubbed her hands over her tired face. She hadn't seen Louis in over a week, refusing to go to school herself, and hearing from Kat that he hadn't gone to school either. Looking up she saw her mom walk into their living room, and quickly tried to put a smile on her face. "How are you doin?" Lindsey asked her daughter. "Alright, I guess. It's no big deal really. We just didn't have any interest in each other anymore. It was definitely mutual." Sarah replied, ending with another fake smile. "Okay. That's good. All the same, you've seemed a lot different lately, so I want to send you back over to the US to visit your Aunt Cheryl."

Looking up excitedly, Sarah forgot for a few minutes the pain that she was feeling. "Really? You mean I can really go back? Oh my gosh Mom, thank you!" She squealed, jumping up and hugging her mom. "Of course you can really go." Lindsey said as she wrapped her arms around her daughters shoulders. "When do I leave? I need to go pack!" Sarah exclaimed; her voice cheery and bubbly once again. "No packing yet, don't worry. You leave in two weeks. I've already notified the school, they know that you won't be going there anymore." "Okay. Oh, I can't wait! It's going to be the best summer ever!" "You haven't heard the best news yet." With wide eyes Sarah looked her mom straight in the eyes. "What?" Before Lindsey could answer, there was a knock on the door. "Go answer that and then I'll tell you." Lindsey walked into the kitchen with a smile on her face, knowing that the boy she hoped her daughter would one day marry, would be standing right there.

Opening the front door, Sarah giggled to herself. "I wonder what the other surprise is!" She thought excitedly. Looking up, her smile quickly disappeared. "What are you doing here?" She asks coldly. "We need to talk." "I told you Louis, it's over with. We did something we shouldn't have done, and now we have to pay." "You can't just lose all feelings in ten seconds flat! There has to be something in your heart that is telling you that it was wrong to split up like we did!" Louis said loudly. Shushing him, Sarah quickly stepped out on the porch barefoot, her French pedicure slightly chipped. Pulling the large oak door shut, she tightened her thin red sweater, not because it was cold, but she knew that her feelings were still so vulnerable. "I'm not saying that I lost all of my feelings for you. We had something amazing Louis, and now we can't have any of it again, because of what happened." "I don't see what the big deal is about that! It was one time!" "One time can lead to another time Lou! You know that! It's like a kiss. You kiss a girl first, your first kiss. And then you kiss her again the next day, and again the next day. One kiss leads to other kisses! Having sex one time leads to it again and again, and I can't handle that." She says, tears starting to well up in her eyes. She was trying not to feel anything at all, trying to be completely emotionless to the boy in front of her; but that was impossible. This is the boy who was her first with everything. He was her first holding of the hand, her first cuddle, her first kiss; her first love. She loved him with all her heart, and still does. But she couldn't handle what happened. "Please. Tell me why it was so bad that we did it." Louis says calmly. "You know why…" She whispers, her head tilted to the ground, the salty tears now streaming from her eyes, clouding her vision. "Just tell me." "Because, we were supposed to wait. I wanted to wait. I didn't want to risk the chance of getting pregnant." "There's another reason why." Completely failing at holding in her emotions, Sarah brings her hands to her face and sobs, leaning in to Louis warm, comforting hold by instinct. Louis' arms wrapped around the girl tightly, his head in her hair, breathing in her scent. He would be the first to admit to having taken advantage of this moment, being able to hold the love of his life in his arms, her willingly staying there, being able to comfort her. They stood there for a couple of minutes, Lou holding Sarah until she calmed down. "I miss you…" He says, tightening his grip on her. "I miss you too…" She mumbles, her hands gripping onto his shirt. "Please come back to me." Louis begs. "I can't." "And why not?" "Because I'm going away..."
"You're... What?" Louis asked shocked. He couldn't believe that the small thing that they'd done, had caused her to want the place that she had grown up in. Sure, she was born in America and had lived there till she was five, but she moved over her when her father got a job opportunity over here. This was her home, no matter what people said. "I'm leaving. I'm flying back out to Nevada to visit my Aunt. She invited me out there for the summer. Who knows, maybe they'll have an awesome acting program out there, and I can finally really get into my career soon." And now his hopes were broken into tiny little pieces. He just knew that she'd find some rich guy in Hollywood that could give her everything she ever wanted, who could make her princess lifestyle come true. He had to accept the fact that she would never love him completely again. And with that decision, Louis put on the same face that Sarah had put on the other day. And with the same hard, cold tone of voice that the girl in his arms had used just a few days ago, Louis told her that it had gotten late, and that he needed to go. "Alright…" Sarah answered pathetically, unwrapping herself from his arms and turning away. Grabbing hold of the cold door knob, Sarah said her goodbyes, still facing the door, knowing that if she turned around and looked at his face once more, she wouldn't be able to keep the composure that she had just gained.