Disclaimer: When I become a gazillionare and buy Twilight I will give a little piece of that to everyone who reviews my story. Until then, sorry.
Pain. Pain is good for you. Pain can come from smiling until your face hurts, laughing to hard, or holding your breathe for to long while being kissed. Pain lets you know you're still alive, and can be hurt enough to feel it.
I was not in pain. I was numb. I felt like I couldn't feel anything anymore. I hurt myself emotionally. What's worse is I hurt Kim.
I can't believe I said all those terrible things to her. I was a horrible person.
As, I sat on the worn brown leather bus seat and watched the jade green forests of La Push go by I thought of Jared and Kim.
The longest me and Kim ever had went without talking was when I was eight and my Aunt Paula died. She was my favorite auntie and was only twenty-seven when some wasted jerk's pick-up truck collided with her tiny little cherry red sports car.
I had always looked up to my Aunt Paula, she was stubborn and smart. She was also caring and passionate. I wanted to be an environmental lawyer just like her.
When always cool and confident Aunt Paula died I was so angry at the world, that I stayed in my room for two whole weeks. I wouldn't eat anything or speak to anyone. All I would do was sob and mourn over my hero.
Then, my mom finally called Kim knowing that she was the only one who could talk me out of almost starving myself. Kim stayed with me all night while I curled next to her on my scratchy pea green carpet and cried.
Kim supported me in whatever I did. She came to all my protests, signed my petitions, and she was the first person I told when I got my period in sixth grade. I know embarrassing right? But, of course Kim being, Kim she took it in stride, and understood.
Understanding, was the one thing I was really lacking right now. What dose my dear, sweet friend want with that obnoxious dog? (he, he, we all know how true that is)
I shouldn't try to understand I should just accept this. I thought this to myself as I clumsily tripped down the steep steps of the public transportation that got me home everyday.
I was pondering my next move when, my poofy golden retriever, Riley raced towards me to jump up and sniff my face. I giggled at her fluffy appearance knowing my little brother Joel had given her another bath.
I made up my mind. I knew exactly what I had to do, it was useless trying to put it off any longer. Ugh. I really was hoping it wouldn't have come to this.
I was going to have a talk.
A talk with Jared. Dun, dun, dun. Cue the lighting.
A/N: Ha ha. I bet its eating you up to not know what's going to happen next. Well m'dears you will just have to wait to find out. And next chapter I might even go into a little bit of Jared's perspective. It depends how nice to me you are with those lovely reviews. Hintidy hint hint.