Sean

"Feelings…" I warbled, singing softly and probably off-key. "Woah, woah, woah, feelings…boy I'm feeling pretty helpless--" I looked up to see Tamira sit down on the chair beside me. Her cheeks were rosy.

"Hi Sean!"

I felt a twinge of something sad at her cheerfulness. "Hey Tams."

"How are you?"

I debated, unsure of what to say. I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

"Still not so good, huh." She reached out and touched my arm. "Sean, if you want to talk, I'm right here."

"Thanks, T, but…" I smirked. "I don't need to talk. There's nothing to talk about. I'm just being a damn baby."

"You are not."

"Yes, I am, Tamira. Whatsherface should not mean anything to me. She can't be anything. I knew that from the beginning, but I'm just sitting here feeling sorry for myself."

"Whatsherface?"

Shrugging sheepishly, I explained, "Shall not speaketh thy name."

"Gotcha."

"I know that pouting all day is immature and stupid--" I paused, fiddling with my watch. "I can't help it."

"It's okay to be sad over a girl, you know," she said, her smile trying to reassure me.

"But it won't change anything," I told her.

"No, but it's all you can do sometimes, is just…be sad."

I rested my head back against my chair and looked up at the sky, imagining the fireworks and how they lit up her face…

"Sean, I know it doesn't mean anything right now," Tamira said softly. "But you will be able to leave her behind and you'll go back to being yourself and just having fun and all that stuff."

And loving you, I thought to myself, acutely aware of her hand on my arm.

"I know. I'll forget all about whatsherface," I agreed unconvincingly.

"Exactly!"

I smiled at her and looked away. I couldn't keep the smile on my face when I looked back. "Zoey was a doll, Tamira, I just, I don't know, I don't know what to do--"

She smirked tenderly, almost pityingly. "You said her name."

"Son of a building block."

Laughing, Tamira stretched out in the chair languidly. "If you want my opinion, I think you should just go take a walk along the beach. No one can bother you and you can just think."

"Yeah, I probably will later on."

"Okay, good." She grinned. "How about a game of foosball for now? I'll go easy on you, considering you're in such emotional distress."

"Oh you're on, Miss I-Can't-Figure-Out-Whose-Team-I-Play-For."