I officially hate my Literature teacher. Besides, don't you think it's unfair that she makes us do projects that involve the computer or the digital camera? Not everyone has access to that and they have nothing to do with school. I don't know, I just don't think it's apropiate.

Check out 'Behind Blue Eyes' by The Who or also Sheryl Crow's version too, both are awesome!! I've got a story with that title, I've been thinking about that story for over an year now!

Stormy weather; crap. I hate thunders.

Enjoy and review.


"What do you think?" Tom said and smiled "It's nice, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is" Vicky said, but it wasn't convincing at all. It was a nice apartment, but it was nothing compared to Tom's house, which was huge, gorgeous and... Huge. It was about ten times smaller than their house, but it certainly had a nice view at least. The furnitures, which weren't many, looked good though not brand new. The walls needed to be painted again and there was a little bit of dust here and there.

Vicky seemed distant and Tom was obviously trying to make her as happy as he could, like he always did... That was bad thing about Tom. You may wonder what the hell I'm talking about, how could caring about people be a bad thing? It's not a bad thing... Not until you stop caring about yourself, not when you try to please everyone. When you get to that point, you'll screw up somehow, you can not ever please everybody [a/n: that's a life experience, you'll always have to mess up with somebody and it won't be nice].

He put his arms around her and kissed his check; he loved her so much. Any idiot would know it by only watching him for a moment, the way he looked at her, the way he always noticed everything he did... I'd never been as good as he was when it came to love, though my love was pure and I did the best I could... I was kind of that lover that usually messes up with some stupid joke, you know? But that didn't know I wasn't good deep inside, I loved Cecilia and I was honest, I did the best I could to let her know I loved her... I guess it wasn't enough.

"We'll be happy here, baby" he whispered into her ear.

"I'll be happy anywhere it you are there with me" she said.

"Then why aren't you as happy as you always are?"

"I'm just... Worried"

"About what?"

"About what Danny is doing to all of you"

"We've talked about this..."

"No, we haven't, because everytime I say something about him, you somehow do your best to change the subject of the conversation"

"What do you expect, he's my bestfriend"

"He's your bestfriend, but are you his bestfriend? He's not behaving like one"

"He's still dealing with everything that happened"

"It's been about a month... And you very well know he does not need painkillers anymore, he's becoming addicted"

"He said his head hurts"

"Oh, and you believe that bullshit?"

"I do, he's my friend, I'm supposed to believe in him"

"Why don't you believe a little bit more in me? Or at least in what's real. Tom, you are too good, he can easily lie to you"

"We won't, we wouldn't, Vicky... How come we talk about Danny so often lately? We should talk about... A lot of different things"

"We talk about Danny since he's the one controlling your life as he doesn't have a one of his own"

"That's just cruel"

"I rather be cruel than stupid"

"Are you calling me stupid?"

"Oh, come on, that's not fair, that's not what I said"

Tom rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall.

"You know what? If you don't like the apartment, then go find an extremely important job and you pay for our house"

Vicky sighed and grabbed Tom's hand. They looked at each other for a moment as they both calmed down.

"I'm sorry" she whispered "I like it here"

"We don't have to move here if you don't want, baby"

"No, you are right, sooner or later we may need the money and I can't pay for that house on my own"

"I'll find a job... I promise you we are going to own that house again"

Vicky nodded and rested her head on her shoulder. He took her hand tightly, as if it was the last thing he would ever do, as if she would know he loved her just by doing that, and she did, she knew, everybody knew. I could feel tears in my eyes, jealousy burning inside me, about to drive me mad; I remembered when I used to be the one in his shoes and Cecilia on Vicky's place, I would hold her close to me, as if there was no tomorrow. I missed that, but forgiveness was not something I could accept this time, it was too hard, she'd hurt me too deeply, somewhere in my heart, a place that could not be healed.

"That same love you lost..." Joanna said, her voice sounded distant, almost like a voice in the air, like a ghost "You are ruining theirs"

I sighed "They are still together"

"Things will get complicated little by little... Or not so little"

"Alright, I get the point of all this... Can we go back now?"

"No, you don't, you still are as stupid as before. There's even the possibility that you will never change"

"I don't want them to fight anymore"

"Wish harder"