Disclaimer: All players and portrayers © themselves Based on the movie © Disney 'How Far' © Martina McBride

How far do I have to go to make you understand

I want to make this work so much it hurts, but I just can't

Keep on giving, go on living

With the way things are

So I'm gonna walk away

And it's up to you to say how far

She tried continuously to get him to pay attention, but he would just look away. She sighed, getting rather frustrated. Her blonde hair lightly fell in her eyes, hiding them from anything, anyone except him, and he couldn't bear looking at them.

"I know what you have to do and I've been behind it completely," she was talking, he simply stared out in front of him, "And you're not listening to me." She gently pulled his head towards her. He looked at her questioningly. She threw her hands up in an exasperated motion.

"What?" He questioned, watching her stand up.

"If you'd listen, you'd know," she pulled on her coat. After putting on her floppy hat, covering one of her eyes, the other still covered with her hair, she stuck her hands in her pockets, "Honestly, I think you're hopeless."

"Why's that?" He asked, before, she could tell, spacing out again.

"Because you have the attention span of a five year old with sugar. I have no idea how you ever learned the game of hockey, much less play it," she let a grunt of frustration, "Why do I even bother? It's not as though you can hear me. I swear, you have the thickest skull in the world." He had been brought of out his thoughts by her grunt. He shrugged as she watched him.

"Let me know when you care," she muttered, pulling her hat down farther and brushing her hair from her one eye. In an almost lazy motion, as if she was waiting for some sort of hindrance, anything that would stop her, she opened the door. She slipped out, closing the door slowly behind.

He didn't feel to pay heed. She'd be back, she always did. Yet somewhere in the back of his mind and the pit of his stomach he knew she wouldn't this time. Despite what she thought, he typically did pay attention, and he could tell it hurt her. It was as though she was covered in scraps and bruises, and got more every time she grew annoyed with him.

He came to discover that she wouldn't wait on him forever, he'd seen her hanging out with other guys, and he knew she had a habit of flirting continuously. It wasn't as though he could stop that, but at least it happened that usually it would just be with him. He got up to follow her, knowing all they needed was a talk. Even so he wasn't exactly prepared for what was going on when he found her. Staying out of sight, he listened.

"I don't know, it's like he doesn't realize I exist anymore," she was sitting on a ledge, one of her friends was lazily running a hand across it while walking back and forth.

"Such is the way of men," her friend smiled heartily, "Does this mean he's free?" The girl joked, pulling herself up beside her. She simply shrugged.

"I have no idea," she murmured, "I didn't really wait for an answer." Her friend looked at her, eyebrow raised in question, "Okay, okay, I went as slowly as I could."

"I should've thought so," the other girl giggled slightly.

"Oh, shove off," she lightly shoved the dark haired girl, "It's not like you don't have a boyfriend anyway."

"Oh, but he's so much more dreamier," the girl replied. She snorted, before the two had burst into a fit of laughter. He listened, rather confused.

"Somehow I think you just think he listens to you," she said after containing her laughter.

"If I thought it he could prove it."

"You've just trained that boy, didn't you? Are you sure he's not a dog?"

"As sure as I'll ever be," the girl laughed, "In all seriousness though, you know you still love the guy."

"Well, yeah," she muttered, "It's not like you can stop something like that, you know?" The girl nodded, letting herself fall off the ledge.

"Sorry," the girl said, pulling her coat on that she had been sitting on, "I've got to meet my dog, as you've so affectionately dubbed him." She laughed, watching her friend walk away with a slight wave. After her friend had disappeared she sighed.

"I know you're there, you dork," she muttered, as he poked his head around to see her. He grinned sheepishly, causing her to roll her eyes, "Like I said, you're on that sugar. Oh, wait, you didn't hear that did you?" He mimicked her sigh, pulling himself up in her friend's seat.

"I did hear that," he said quietly, she looked at him. Her glassy green eyes looked unbelieving, yet watery at the same time. But she wouldn't give up her guard, that was exactly what he had done, wasn't it? And that wasn't helping as it was, was it?

"Then why don't you make that fact known?" She questioned, wiping her visible eye, but the water from the other was left in the sun to shimmer.

"I thought it was known," he murmured, looking slightly bewildered.

"Of course," she stated sarcastically, "You really know how to make that spaced out look work." He grimaced; people had always told him he looked out of it, except when he was playing, that was.

"I don't want you to go any further away," he commented into her hair as she leaned into him.

"Fine," she replied hesitantly, "But if you don't make your own sacrifices I'm going to keep going." He chuckled, breathing in the scent of her hair.

"Deal," he agreed, turning her head up towards his, "So long as I don't have to be your dog." She giggled.

"Deal," they connected, each parting for entrances. And suddenly, it appeared as though she'd been healed completely.

Dave Christian for Emador, yes. :3 I realize the conversation between her and her friend was probably confusing, eh? If it says 'she' that means her and 'the girl' and the like is her friend. Yeah. If you have questions with this one just ask me. :D Hope you enjoy anyway!

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-Piper Brandybuck