Once I got back in my room I flopped on m bed and realized I hadn't spoken to the person who's room was on the other side of mine. I opened my bathroom door and went across and knocked on the door. I heard a loud thump and a groan. Then padded steps could be heard through the other side of the door. The door flung open and I looked on in shock at the person standing across from me.
"you have got to be kidding me", Ephram spoke angrily. Where ever I go somehow we end up In someway with each other. It's to much".
"Well it's not like I had this all planned out or anything Ephram. Being adjoined to you isn't fulfilling my wildest fantasies,' I growled back my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"This is just to much. Do I never get a break? I can't be near you like this. Everything always goes wrong when I'm near you." Ephram looked away. I could see a look of guilt come across his face as soon as the words came out.
"Don't you dare blame me for anything that happened back then. You did your share of wrecking to." With that I walked back into my room slamming the door behind me. I proceeded to sit on the edge of my bed and cry. Why did everything always have to be so confusing? Why couldn't I just say everything that was in my heart? I knew why though, I've always known why. It's not my heart that I'm afraid of getting broken; it's Ephram's. I care so much about him seeing him in pain, especially that I caused, would just kill me.
I realized a long time ago I've really grown up. A while ago I would have been scared of my feelings getting crushed or how my heart would get broken. But I guess that's what love does to you. It's when your always thinking about the other persons feelings instead of your own. I was horrible to Ephram when he first came here. I couldn't deny the truth if Ephram ever asked me if I loved him, because even when I was with Colin or any of my other rebound guys I was always replacing there faces with Ephram's. It isn't him who could never get me; it's me who could never get him. But I'm not that dorky, little brat anymore. I'm older and hopefully more mature. This time I'm ready for love but maybe love just doesn't want me.
What can I say to the boy who haunts my mind and makes my heat flutter non-stop. How can I look him the eye without him seeing all the feeling I feel for him.
I got off my bed quickly and walked and opened my door carefully breathing in swiftly each time it squeaked. Ephram had never gotten up to close the door and it gave me a perfect view of him. I just looked at him through the crack in the door and watched him. He was so angelic. He was on the floor leaning up against his bed with his knees drawn up to him and his head leaning down to his knees. His back was moving up and down softly. I looked further form him to a broken picture frame on the ground. I stood up straighter trying to see the object of the picture. I took in a small breath, his mother's face laid in the center of the glassy wreckage. I looked closer at him, his hands where bleeding most likely from getting scarped up by the glass.
Everything in me was screaming to go to him, hold him and try to make everything okay. But I knew that I wasn't th one who could make everything okay. That was his father but the best I could do was a little closer by.