No, I refused to give any effort to impress him. So what, he's cute, and likes the same bands that I do? So what if he's a definition of perfect? So what if he has dimples? So what if I'm totally in love with him?
Grabbing my pillow, I push it into my face and scream my lungs out. Not again, I remind myself. I just couldn't be pulled in again. This had happened way too many times to me. I could name off so many jerks that broke my heart. There's probably only a faded, worn-out piece of it now.
I toss the crumple of paper to the floor along with the others. I'd been sketching for a couple hours, but I kept coming to a problem; what I drew, or rather, who.
That idiot had somehow found his way to my brain, and had been there for a while. Every time my pencil hit the paper, it came to life, moving around on the surface, drawing so many intricate lines, when suddenly, I saw him. Every. Single. Time.
"Sara?" Margo called.
I popped my head up from the paper, covering it with my hand. "Yes?"
"Could we talk? I need some advice." She said, and I nodded. No matter how hard I fell for some stupid boy, I'd always have time for my girls.
"What is it?" I asked, leaning back on my computer chair while she sat on my bed.
"Well, I have this friend. . . " She began.
I rolled my eyes. "Cut the crap, we both know this situation is about you. I won't judge, I'll try to act civilized."
"Fine. I think I'm in love."
My heart dropped. No. She was too young, this couldn't be happening to her. My life was ruined, I couldn't let hers go to waste. What was I to do now? "Well, I want full details." I demanded, smiling lightly so she knew I wasn't trying to be harsh.
"His name is Antonio, he is absolutely perfect, in every way. He makes me feel special, like I'm the queen, or a princess. Every time I'm around him, I get butterflies, my hands suddenly sweat really bad, my knees start to shake, and somehow, when I look at him, I feel like anything is possible. He's always on my mind, day and night. I just want to cuddle him all the time, but Gru won't like it." She frowned.
"He's just protecting you, Mar-Mar. I've been in this situation before, and I think he just doesn't want you growing up. This is your first crush, let alone being in love." I stated softly, reaching over to pull her in for a hug, when the paper slipped, and she grabbed it, looking intensely at the scribbles that formed a person.
"Sarafina, why are you drawing Antonio's brother, Anthony?" She furrowed her brows until she put the pieces together. "You're in love!" She gasped, holding up her proof on paper.
I placed my hand over her mouth. "Shh," I whispered fiercely, "Nobody needs to know. It's happened before, and I don't want it to happen again. Can we just keep it down?"
"Oh, c'mon, live a little, you're a teen, aren't you?" Her words brought me into a dream-like state, where I could see everything, but they couldn't see me.
"I'm officially a teenager, now." A proud, multi-colored female grinned, bearing fake fangs.
Her mother smiled at the girl that made her who she was. But the child was getting involved with many adult things, including love. Her current boyfriend had his arm draped around her shoulders, whispering something in her ear. She blushed and shook her head, while he got slightly angry. "Please?" He nearly begged, but he knew she would come around after a slap or two; they always do.
I scolded myself mentally after the flashback was over. "Yeah, I am. But what does age have to do with anything?"
"You should live your life, have some fun, while the time is here. Besides, if you take the risks, you could also get the safety you want."
For such a small girl, she's got her way with words for sure. I tucked her in after chatting for another while, and she had promised not to blab about everything. I had a night full of thinking to do.