I moved my face quickly to the opposite side from Gifford trying to control my feelings, at least someone's feelings. I struggled until I was sitting taking deep breaths.

I noticed through the corner of my eye that Gifford was glaring at me. I remembered he had tried to kiss me so I walked over to my bedroom door and opened it.

"Leave, please." My voice was uncontrollably ruthless. His face was completely somber; his lips pressed together forming a straight line. I closed the door behind me and jumped into my bed annoyed.

I blacked out falling asleep without even taking notice. My break up with Brian had caused me to be angry all of the time, and sad. I wasn't angry at him but at myself for falling for him. He was incredibly handsome, smart, and mysterious. He couldn't have been my soul mate. No matter how much I would've wanted it.

I awoke with a stomachache. I noticed I hadn't eaten since yesterday at the hospital. That was a long time ago. I slowly walked downstairs to make myself breakfast. I stopped dead when I notice Mom had already done that for me. She left me a note and everything.

I ate my breakfast quickly and returned to bed exactly how Mom had instructed. Before going back to sleep I decided to take a shower and wash my teeth. When I came back I found Gifford laying the same way Brian used to on my bed.

I shuddered at the memory; the anger was beginning to take over me as usual. What was Gifford doing in my house anyway?

"Morning sleepy head." He spoke to me as if I wanted him to. I looked away grabbing my clothes and changed in the bathroom.

When I came out he was still lying on my bed. He acted as if I was his friend or worse his girlfriend. If he thought I was his girlfriend he definitely had brain damage.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in a very shattered tone. He stared at me with delight even though I wasn't very delighted and he probably knew that.

"I came to see if you were alright." His voice was full of concern and honesty. My tense bones loosened a bit after what he said.

"I'm fine," I muttered under my breath. I ran my fingers through my hair and he watched every single move I made to do so.

"I'm glad. Ella Mae, would you like to take a walk with me?" He was looking completely stunning from where I was standing, a vision for any girl. He was a complete heartbreaker; the kind of guy girls would do anything to have.

"Sure." I had nothing else to do. Anyway, I wasn't with Brian anymore so why not give in to Gifford's charm? We walked outside, and began walking.

"Ella Mae are you really as repulsed by me as you feign?" His eyes were distracted looking down the road. I was staring at him in awe of his beauty. I had never noticed how beautiful he was. His beauty wasn't being underestimated now that I don't have Brian to compare him with.

"Not really, it's more than that." I looked at how his face went from solid to soft. His eyes were gentle for that moment. I giggled a bit while he laughed out.

"You're witty," he said trying to control his laughter. He grabbed my hand in his and began leading me somewhere. I was distracted by him and didn't even look at where we were going until he sat down.

I looked around and we were in Mohawk Park. The place I had dreaded going back to. I wanted to be anywhere but there. It was the site that caused my injury yesterday. The worst part wasn't that we were in Mohawk Park, the worst part was that Gifford was sitting against the same tree Brian had.

"I have to go." I spoke quickly and tried to walk away but Gifford was faster than me. He stood before me and grabbed my arms not so gently.

"Don't go." His eyes were pleading, very strongly. They were intense when staring into mine. I could see the fake dark irises circling his eyes.

"Why do you use contacts?" I asked losing train of all thought. Gifford sat back down where he had before and I sat next to him, the same way I had with Brian.

"I need them." I could tell he was lying just like the first time he told me that. I raised an eyebrow in a challenging way.

"Liar." He looked away and began to take in the park in all its beauty. I was surprised at how easy it had been to hang out with Gifford. He always spoke to me as if he wasn't expecting much. He was easy to get along with. Being with him also reminded me of Brian which made the pain subside in my heart for a time.

"You don't like green?" He asked me still staring into the green trees and grass. I grabbed the grass in my hands taking it all in.

"I love green. I prefer blue." I stared up into the sky and admired the beauty of icy blue that filled it. It reminded me without a doubt of Brian's beautiful intense blue eyes.

"I prefer brown." Gifford was now staring at me with intensity in his eyes and not very far away from me. I looked away trying to avoid eye contact with him.

"So, talk to me about yourself." I tried to change the subject even though I knew he wouldn't give up on trying to kiss me.

"What would you like to know?" He was staring at me still and I wasn't brave enough to face him.

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from Phoenix. Ever been there?" His breath dazzled my senses. I grabbed both my hands trying to control a sense of anger that was beginning to fill me.

"No, actually I haven't." I pressed both hands together almost leaving my arms without any blood to run through my body.

"You should. Um, I'd show you around. Are you okay?" I looked at him surprised that he noticed my feelings. I was about to bolt when he put his cold hand on both of mine. My hands automatically loosened, letting my blood spread.

"I was just anxious." I rolled my eyes at myself. He was definitely thinking I was dumb.

"It happens. So, do you have a boyfriend?" His voice was very interested by this question. I could tell by the way the tune went up when he asked it. I rolled around the question in my head for a while trying to look for the perfect answer.

"No. No boyfriend. I think I had one but it didn't work out." I spoke slowly and cautiously trying to not say anything wrong. He stared at me trying to decipher my expression but I was completely sustaining it.

"It didn't work out? What do you mean?" His eyes were disappointed, thwarted.

"He never loved me." I looked down at the ground and began to run my fingers through the grass feeling the Earth beneath me.

"What?" His voice was sharp and precise. I didn't miss a letter of his question.

"What I already said," I mumbled trying to keep from screaming. He stared at me with uncertainty; his eyes were everywhere but focused.

"How could he not love you?" His voice was strong, firm. I could tell his eyes were saying something else, I couldn't see what exactly.

"He lied to me. He acted as if he did but he really didn't. It was painful but I'll get over it." I saw how his eyes grew fascinated, and even merry by what I said to him. I scowled at him and tried to stand up but he grabbed my hand sitting me back down.

"Forgive me. So, what else do you want to know about me?" He left his cold hand on my arm, since I didn't do anything to loosen his grip.

"How about you? Girlfriend?" I saw how his expression got serious and then his eyes were aggrieved. I somehow regretted my question.

"I had one, a few years ago." I was absorbed by the way he said few. I was intrigued and I couldn't deny it.

"What happened?" I asked without moving my eyes off of him. He was expressionless, he didn't even move. He looked like a painting or a sculpture.

"She chose another over me." He looked away from me obviously trying to hide his grief. I put my hand on his. His head snapped to meet my face. He was obviously gratified.

"Do you want to change the subject?" I asked curiously hoping he denied the offer.

"She was beautiful. Her hair was waist length, black, fair skin, blue eyes." He was clearly absorbed by his memories and I was the last person who wanted to awake him.

"She sounds beautiful." I stared at the lake beside us trying to be absorbed by my Dad's memories but I just wouldn't move from reality.

"She reminds me of you." The words cut me like a knife. I met his gaze, which was completely complimentary. I felt crimson take over my face.

"So, what happened? I mean; did you ever speak to her again?" His eyes fell to the ground, as did his head. Thankfully his hand caught his head and cupped it. He seemed irritated by the memory.

"Let's change the subject." I nodded in response and he laughed at how quickly I did it. I noticed how much my perspective of Gifford had changed during the time spent together. I wanted to learn more about him.

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Thanks for Reading! People don't be upset about Brian. Why Brian when there is Gifford? Come on! You'll grow on him. Anyway, Please Review!!

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