Quick Note!: Ooh, Gretchen was a teensy bit harsh, huh? Don't worry, this story won't turn into a T/G story. Promise! (No seriously, it won't.) And sorry about the whole Gretchen and Ashley A. friends thing. And I'm REALLY sorry that Gretchen was such a little biotch. It just seemed better than Vince coming back being best friends with Lawson.
Also remember that Spinelli died in the summer before 5^th grade so the yearbook TJ threw across the room in Chapter 2 was before Spinelli died. So...the comments in them are before Spinelli died. Just letting you know!
MESSAGES
"So, did you meet Gretchen? How is she?" asked Mrs. Detweiler that night at dinner.
"Oh, you met Gretchen?" Mr. Detweiler asked interested.
"Yeah, uh, she's starting at my school tomorrow," TJ mumbled.
"Oh, it'll be just like old times," Mrs. Detweiler said before she could catch herself. Her husband looked at her sternly. The last thing her son needed was a reminder of "old times".
TJ put his fork down and stared at his plate. He got up and went to his room without a word to his parents. After he was in his room he closed the door and looked around. Old times? Ha. Nothing was going to be the same. He went over to his bookshelf by the window. Half of the books he had never even read. He looked down at the floor and saw his old yearbook. His old Third Street Elementary yearbook. He picked it up and stared at it for a long time.
TJ sat down on his bed and opened the yearbook up to the back where everyone wrote messages at the end of the year. TJ never looked at these things but he felt as if he, well, had to now. He looked at some of the comments for the first time in his life:
*See ya next year buddy!--Vince* Well, obviously Vince didn't seem him next year.
*Life is like pancakes--have some.--Mikey* Yeah, unless you're gonna die the next day.
*Have a good summer!--Gus* But did they? No.
*Friends forever TJ!--Gretchen* Friends forever? What a joke.
TJ held his breath as he read the next message. A pretty long message, but he got chills as he read it:
*TJ: I know you usually don't read these messages in the back so you'll probably never read this one but I gotta have proof somewhere that I wrote this. I haven't ever told anyone this, not even you even though we're together but I do believe that I love you. It's strange though, you know? How I never seemed the type that could love someone? But you changed that. I hope that we will stay together forever. I trust you with all my heart, just as I love you.--Ashley F. Spinelli*
TJ gulped. So that's why. Why when she fell she said she loved him because she thought he was never going to look in that yearbook so she had to tell him. Tears formed in his eyes. "But we're not together are we?" he muttered. He closed the yearbook and put it under his bed.
He lay down on his pillow and stared up at the ceiling. "Why did you have to leave me?" he asked to no one. He turned over and opened up his drawer. He took out a gold picture frame with Spinelli's picture in it. He hadn't looked at it since Spinelli died but now as he saw her once again it was like being back in elementary school. He smiled and put the picture on his desk. He closed his eyes ready to go to sleep as he whispered, "I love you too, Spinelli."
STAY "TUNED" FOR THE FINAL CHAPTER OF `ALWAYS, FOREVER, BUT NEVER'...
Also remember that Spinelli died in the summer before 5^th grade so the yearbook TJ threw across the room in Chapter 2 was before Spinelli died. So...the comments in them are before Spinelli died. Just letting you know!
MESSAGES
"So, did you meet Gretchen? How is she?" asked Mrs. Detweiler that night at dinner.
"Oh, you met Gretchen?" Mr. Detweiler asked interested.
"Yeah, uh, she's starting at my school tomorrow," TJ mumbled.
"Oh, it'll be just like old times," Mrs. Detweiler said before she could catch herself. Her husband looked at her sternly. The last thing her son needed was a reminder of "old times".
TJ put his fork down and stared at his plate. He got up and went to his room without a word to his parents. After he was in his room he closed the door and looked around. Old times? Ha. Nothing was going to be the same. He went over to his bookshelf by the window. Half of the books he had never even read. He looked down at the floor and saw his old yearbook. His old Third Street Elementary yearbook. He picked it up and stared at it for a long time.
TJ sat down on his bed and opened the yearbook up to the back where everyone wrote messages at the end of the year. TJ never looked at these things but he felt as if he, well, had to now. He looked at some of the comments for the first time in his life:
*See ya next year buddy!--Vince* Well, obviously Vince didn't seem him next year.
*Life is like pancakes--have some.--Mikey* Yeah, unless you're gonna die the next day.
*Have a good summer!--Gus* But did they? No.
*Friends forever TJ!--Gretchen* Friends forever? What a joke.
TJ held his breath as he read the next message. A pretty long message, but he got chills as he read it:
*TJ: I know you usually don't read these messages in the back so you'll probably never read this one but I gotta have proof somewhere that I wrote this. I haven't ever told anyone this, not even you even though we're together but I do believe that I love you. It's strange though, you know? How I never seemed the type that could love someone? But you changed that. I hope that we will stay together forever. I trust you with all my heart, just as I love you.--Ashley F. Spinelli*
TJ gulped. So that's why. Why when she fell she said she loved him because she thought he was never going to look in that yearbook so she had to tell him. Tears formed in his eyes. "But we're not together are we?" he muttered. He closed the yearbook and put it under his bed.
He lay down on his pillow and stared up at the ceiling. "Why did you have to leave me?" he asked to no one. He turned over and opened up his drawer. He took out a gold picture frame with Spinelli's picture in it. He hadn't looked at it since Spinelli died but now as he saw her once again it was like being back in elementary school. He smiled and put the picture on his desk. He closed his eyes ready to go to sleep as he whispered, "I love you too, Spinelli."
STAY "TUNED" FOR THE FINAL CHAPTER OF `ALWAYS, FOREVER, BUT NEVER'...