Regrets
By: Julia DeLuca
Chapter 2
Inside Alden's house, Brock took a piece of paper he was using to write down notes and, after a few seconds of folding, the paper became a paper airplane. He held it up in the air with pride, then turned his head to Alden. Alden was distracted by his history book, or at least that's what he wanted Brock to assume. The corner of Brock's sunglasses noticed two pictures, each of a different girl. One was Sharon; Brock could recognize the mid-length blonde hair and apple green eyes anywhere. The other was of Alden's current girlfriend, Marlo. Brock knew this because of the dark brown skin, short black hair with red streaks everywhere, and the light brown eyes. Brock smirked when he noticed that instead of taking notes on the Civil Rights project, Alden was writing down words on two separate columns on his sheet of paper, one side each for Marlo and Sharon.
"I never knew that Marlo and Sharon were connected to the Civil Rights movement," Brock mused, tossing his paper airplane into the trashcan.
"What?" Alden said, trying to hide the evidence by slamming his book shut. "I don't know what you're talking about, dude."
"Sure you don't," Brock teased, pulling a sheet of paper from his pocket.
Alden looked at his best friend with an annoyed glance, then re- opened his history book and a fresh sheet of paper. When he stowed the pictures and other sheet away, quickly so Brock couldn't taunt him again, he noticed Brock uncrumpling the sheet of paper he previously had in his jeans pocket.
"Wonder who wrote these?" Brock asked teasingly. "Whoever wrote this is a great poet, who's in a lot of heartache. I only read a little bit of the lyrics so far, but from what I can see, the speaker realizes he was being stupid in letting this beautiful woman go. Now he thinks it's too late to make up for past doings."
"GIVE ME THAT!" Alden shrieked, yanking the paper from Brock's hand. "Where the hell did you get that? You'd better not had taken it from my po- -"
"So you're admitting that YOU were one who wrote those lyrics?" Brock asked, then laughed. "Dude, relax. I'm the only one who knows about these. I found them earlier on the floor when you left to call your folks."
Before Alden could retort, he felt his jean pockets, then noticed a hole in the pockets of his jeans. He looked at the size of the hole, then grimaced and folded his arms across his chest and fumed.
"You win," Alden confessed bitterly. "I wrote those a couple of days ago. I don't know what possessed me to do so. I remember digging through my desk drawer for a pen, then I find a multi-colored bracelet. Then I started having flashbacks of me and Sharon together, including when I dumped her..and now you know where I stand."
"When did you realize that you still loved her?" Brock asked. "I don't think it was when you saw the bracelet; that was when you finally admitted it to yourself."
"I think it was.well.almost a few weeks after I dumped Sharon. But by then, Marlo and I were going out. I figured that the more I was with Marlo, the less I would miss Sharon." Alden sighed sadly. "I was wrong. It only made me miss her even more. Don't get me wrong; I like Marlo. She's fun to hang out with, and great for playing hockey with. But.she's not Sharon. I have fun with Marlo, but I also had fun with Sharon. And with Sharon.we always talked about things that mattered; like environmental issues, animal rights, and politics. I also missed how.uhh.."
"Go on," Brock urged.
"When I was with Sharon, I always felt like she needed me. It was one of the reasons I dumped her. But now.I realize how much I missed that feeling. How much I missed her."
For a while, there was silence between Brock and Alden. Then Brock made a fake cough.
"So, what're you gonna do?" Brock asked.
"I have no idea," Alden confessed. "I still love Sharon.but I don't want to hurt Marlo's feelings."
"You're in a serious dilemma," Brock said. "The irony: you have three sisters, and you have little to no clue about the mind of a girl."
"HEY!" Alden shouted, then grabbed his pillow and smacked Brock's face with it.
~To Be Continued~
By: Julia DeLuca
Chapter 2
Inside Alden's house, Brock took a piece of paper he was using to write down notes and, after a few seconds of folding, the paper became a paper airplane. He held it up in the air with pride, then turned his head to Alden. Alden was distracted by his history book, or at least that's what he wanted Brock to assume. The corner of Brock's sunglasses noticed two pictures, each of a different girl. One was Sharon; Brock could recognize the mid-length blonde hair and apple green eyes anywhere. The other was of Alden's current girlfriend, Marlo. Brock knew this because of the dark brown skin, short black hair with red streaks everywhere, and the light brown eyes. Brock smirked when he noticed that instead of taking notes on the Civil Rights project, Alden was writing down words on two separate columns on his sheet of paper, one side each for Marlo and Sharon.
"I never knew that Marlo and Sharon were connected to the Civil Rights movement," Brock mused, tossing his paper airplane into the trashcan.
"What?" Alden said, trying to hide the evidence by slamming his book shut. "I don't know what you're talking about, dude."
"Sure you don't," Brock teased, pulling a sheet of paper from his pocket.
Alden looked at his best friend with an annoyed glance, then re- opened his history book and a fresh sheet of paper. When he stowed the pictures and other sheet away, quickly so Brock couldn't taunt him again, he noticed Brock uncrumpling the sheet of paper he previously had in his jeans pocket.
"Wonder who wrote these?" Brock asked teasingly. "Whoever wrote this is a great poet, who's in a lot of heartache. I only read a little bit of the lyrics so far, but from what I can see, the speaker realizes he was being stupid in letting this beautiful woman go. Now he thinks it's too late to make up for past doings."
"GIVE ME THAT!" Alden shrieked, yanking the paper from Brock's hand. "Where the hell did you get that? You'd better not had taken it from my po- -"
"So you're admitting that YOU were one who wrote those lyrics?" Brock asked, then laughed. "Dude, relax. I'm the only one who knows about these. I found them earlier on the floor when you left to call your folks."
Before Alden could retort, he felt his jean pockets, then noticed a hole in the pockets of his jeans. He looked at the size of the hole, then grimaced and folded his arms across his chest and fumed.
"You win," Alden confessed bitterly. "I wrote those a couple of days ago. I don't know what possessed me to do so. I remember digging through my desk drawer for a pen, then I find a multi-colored bracelet. Then I started having flashbacks of me and Sharon together, including when I dumped her..and now you know where I stand."
"When did you realize that you still loved her?" Brock asked. "I don't think it was when you saw the bracelet; that was when you finally admitted it to yourself."
"I think it was.well.almost a few weeks after I dumped Sharon. But by then, Marlo and I were going out. I figured that the more I was with Marlo, the less I would miss Sharon." Alden sighed sadly. "I was wrong. It only made me miss her even more. Don't get me wrong; I like Marlo. She's fun to hang out with, and great for playing hockey with. But.she's not Sharon. I have fun with Marlo, but I also had fun with Sharon. And with Sharon.we always talked about things that mattered; like environmental issues, animal rights, and politics. I also missed how.uhh.."
"Go on," Brock urged.
"When I was with Sharon, I always felt like she needed me. It was one of the reasons I dumped her. But now.I realize how much I missed that feeling. How much I missed her."
For a while, there was silence between Brock and Alden. Then Brock made a fake cough.
"So, what're you gonna do?" Brock asked.
"I have no idea," Alden confessed. "I still love Sharon.but I don't want to hurt Marlo's feelings."
"You're in a serious dilemma," Brock said. "The irony: you have three sisters, and you have little to no clue about the mind of a girl."
"HEY!" Alden shouted, then grabbed his pillow and smacked Brock's face with it.
~To Be Continued~
