(A/N:Ok really sorry this is another short chapter guys.I try my bestest to
make them longer. But I already have up to Chap.6 I will write longer
chapters later though I totally promise! But since there not long chapters
I will update faster to keep my reviewers happy! ^_^ )
As soon as Jesse left the tears came. I knew they would. But what surprised me the most was the exact moment he left, boom I'm crying monsoons. I'm not sure how long I cried. But I knew David had come up and told me it was time for dinner and took one look at me and left to tell my Mom that I didn't feel well and wasn't in the mood to eat right now. When I thought I was through, I got up and took a very long, very hot shower. Long hot showers solve everything, that is, until you get out of them.
When I was finally done and changed I got ready for bed. I didn't care how early it was-or that I had tons of homework to do-I was going to bed to sleep away this assiduously cruel and unforgiving world. Thankfully I didn't dream about anybody. Not one about Jesse-or Paul, thank God-at all.
As I got up that Sunday morning, the mood had drastically changed. Well, my mood had changed anyway. If Jesse wanted to move out for good, fine If he never wanted to see me again-which meant he didn't love me, never did, and certainly never will love me-that's more than fine.
Then why did I seem to almost burst into tears at those wretched thoughts?
NO. I have a date with totally hott guy next Saturday. Besides the fact that they look so much alike that I might burst into tears during a perfectly nice meal.
So why should I care if Jesse never wants to see me again? 'Because you love him that's why' was what a little voice in my head announced. Great, now I hear voices. If it's not bad enough that I see, talk to,punch,and kiss the dead,-only kissing Jesse but still-now I hear voices too. Goody.
I'm going to wallow in my,sad,pitiful misery now thanks.
OK so can you blame me for what I did next? Given the fact that the next course of action I took was the most brainless,pathetic,moronic thing I have ever done, I was lonely OK. Yes, I completely regret it though.
You guessed it. I called Paul Slater.
As soon as Jesse left the tears came. I knew they would. But what surprised me the most was the exact moment he left, boom I'm crying monsoons. I'm not sure how long I cried. But I knew David had come up and told me it was time for dinner and took one look at me and left to tell my Mom that I didn't feel well and wasn't in the mood to eat right now. When I thought I was through, I got up and took a very long, very hot shower. Long hot showers solve everything, that is, until you get out of them.
When I was finally done and changed I got ready for bed. I didn't care how early it was-or that I had tons of homework to do-I was going to bed to sleep away this assiduously cruel and unforgiving world. Thankfully I didn't dream about anybody. Not one about Jesse-or Paul, thank God-at all.
As I got up that Sunday morning, the mood had drastically changed. Well, my mood had changed anyway. If Jesse wanted to move out for good, fine If he never wanted to see me again-which meant he didn't love me, never did, and certainly never will love me-that's more than fine.
Then why did I seem to almost burst into tears at those wretched thoughts?
NO. I have a date with totally hott guy next Saturday. Besides the fact that they look so much alike that I might burst into tears during a perfectly nice meal.
So why should I care if Jesse never wants to see me again? 'Because you love him that's why' was what a little voice in my head announced. Great, now I hear voices. If it's not bad enough that I see, talk to,punch,and kiss the dead,-only kissing Jesse but still-now I hear voices too. Goody.
I'm going to wallow in my,sad,pitiful misery now thanks.
OK so can you blame me for what I did next? Given the fact that the next course of action I took was the most brainless,pathetic,moronic thing I have ever done, I was lonely OK. Yes, I completely regret it though.
You guessed it. I called Paul Slater.