Waking up early when I didn't have hockey practice was always a struggle
for me. Knowing that there was almost a 100% chance of getting yelled at
also didn't exactly motivate me to leave the warmth of my bed.
However, Averman screaming in my ear, cursing the man who invented the alarm clock did make me move out of that doomed dorm room before he remembered that I was the one who set it for 6:30 on a Saturday. I decided that I would avoid him most of the day, knowing that if I saw him, I would be listening to a rant for about an hour or so.
Yes... I think listening to Josie yell at me about how I messed up would be a whole lot more productive than listening to Averman rant. But, you never know; I could be wrong.
As I walked down the dusty stairs into the basement and through the filthy storage space that hid the creaky old door to the dark room, I had this feeling of impending doom. Ok, maybe I'm a little dramatic when I say that, but surprising a person who doesn't really like you at the moment in a dark dirty space that resembled a closet, isn't exactly the perkiest place to meet. But I calmly knocked on the door, after learning; time and time again from Josie, who had lost at least one roll of film from me forgetting to do so and opened the door when I had received no answer.
When comparing the rest of Eden Hall to its dark room, you might think that you had entered another building. Well first of all, the room had three sinks on a long marble counter along the back wall and one didn't work, another gave a rusty orange drip and the last barely worked. In the middle there was a large dusty island that had obviously had been brought down when this room had been changed from a janitor's closet to a dark room and around the room, a clothes line or fishing line or something where you could hang up pictures was low and you had to be careful not to walk into it. And there were not lights, for obvious reasons, except for a couple black lights, that the students (more often Josie, than others) had to replace themselves because photography wasn't a funded extra-curricular activity.
I pulled up a rickety stool from the corner of the room and cleared off a spot on the island and put down my bag with a thump, the dust flying in all directions. I coughed at little, thanking the Lord I did not have allergies. I pulled the cord attached the light bulb on the ceiling making a dull purple-ish glow cast over me and my bag.
I collapsed on the wooden stool that rocked jaggedly under my weight. "Well this is just great." I muttered to myself. "While I wait for Josie I can suffocate on dust." The light flickered above me and I glared at it. "Don't even start with me." I threatened at the inanimate object that flickered once more and continued to glow.
Hesitating, I opened my backpack and pulled out my notebook and Spanish textbook opening them to the pages necessary and began reading them over. Doing homework on Valentine's Day. How sad was that? I mean, the teachers didn't even assign homework for this weekend. They didn't even ask for us to hand anything in! And yet here I am, in a dimly lit room doing work that doesn't need to be done yet.
I need a life.
Or a girlfriend.
Either way.
~*~
I rested my head in my right hand and flipped the page to my novel with my left. The impending doom feeling left around 8:00 and boredom set in around 7:30. I blinked lazily felt as if time had slowed down to a turtle's pace. My watch beeped startling me as it told me it was 9am.
By now, Julie and Guy were up and in about fifteen minutes Luis would get up and startle his roommate Goldberg, making him, get out of bed as well. Dwayne was already up. He was usually up around 7 and when he was homesick he was up around dawn. More than once, have I bumped into him around the grounds, during a morning jog.
I wasn't sure how I could remember this, I just did. I liked little facts that I could remember. I liked knowing routines. For some reason consistency was like a security blanket for me.
I flipped the page after not reading it for at least 2 minutes and began to not read my fresh page.
A quiet knock interrupted my thoughts and I sat up straight. I wasn't sure if I should answer the knock or if I should just sit here. I decided on the latter and pulled the chain allowing the pitch black take over the space around me.
The door squealed open allowing a little bit of light from the dull lights from the joining room. I couldn't see much but I could make out a female's silhouette. My mouth seemed to get immediately dry as I wondered who it was, and hoped it was the one girl that I wanted to talk to. I tip toed myself into one of the back corners and kept quiet as the girl moved about the room making her way to where the light was.
Click.
"Holy Shit!!"
I swallowed and smiled at Josie who stood still hanging onto the cord that was attached to the light. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a transport truck. "Hey there." I croaked nervously.
She breathed deeply trying to calm herself. "Banks, what the hell are you doing here in the dark?!" She yelped at me, letting go of the cord and tugging at the collar of her T-shirt.
"Uh. . . it's a dark room." I internally slapped myself for coming up with something sounding so stupid.
She shook her head and glared at me angrily. "Ok, but what are you doing here!"
I blinked at her nervously. "Developing pictures?"
"Ugh!!" She groaned frustrated. "Adam! You don't know how to manually develop pictures and you only own a digital camera, so you don't need to!"
"Au contraire! I replied trying to sound suave but instead sounding completely stupid. "I just happened to buy a camera with actual film and I'm actually down here hoping someone would show me how." I grinned charismatically and waited for her response.
She blinked at me annoyed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'll come back when you aren't here." She turned on her heel and retreated for the door snatching her bag off the floor, not stopping for even a fraction of a second.
"Wait!" I yelped leaving my bag behind be and rushing after her grabbing onto her arm just as she was walking through the door. "I was kind of hoping you would show me." I put on my best puppy pouting face and blinked innocently. No one could resist the puppy face.
"Well, you see, I don't want to talk to you or be around you and teaching you how to, are direct contradictions of both so no." She replied in one breath. She quickly shook off my hand and headed straight for the stairs.
Ok, let be rephrase my last thought. No one could resist the puppy face except her.
"Josie; wait please!" I yelped rushing after her and grabbing onto the railing beside the stairs, pulling myself up the first step and watching her beeline for the door. "Josie, will you please stop? The least you can do is talk to me. You don't even have to talk. You just have to listen. Just for a minute. Please!"
She hesitated at the top step and turned around to face me crossing her arms and shifting all of her weight onto one foot. "Listening." She replied aggravated.
I stepped down from the stoop and gestured for her to join me. "Can we have a little bit less distance between us?"
She exhaled angrily and her feet gently patted the steps, barely making a noise as she walked down them. "Fine, let's get one thing clear though. I don't want to be here."
I nodded. "It's clear. Crystal."
I looked me up and down and licked her lips. "Ok, speak then. Let's get this over with."
"Ok, well first of all I'm sorry."
She rubbed her forehead as soon as I said it as if the words gave her an instant headache. She opened her eyes realizing I had stopped. "Is that it?"
I shook my head. "And I wanted to say that I missed you even though I know that you don't miss me-"
She held her hand up quickly. She wore a confused frown, her brow furrowing. "I never said that." She interjected quickly.
"What?"
"I never said that I didn't miss you." Josie repeated much to her dismay.
I licked my lips and stared at her intently, pinching my arm to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. "You didn't." I replied as soon as I realized that pinched my arm hurt. "Then what did you say?"
"I-I. . ." She stuttered over her words. "I don't know." Her hazel eyes seemed to burn into mine. "Why are you making this so hard? We had barely gone out for a month. You should be over me by now." She snapped, casting her eyes to the dusty ground.
I shrugged my left shoulder. "We never really gave it a real shot."
She widened her eyes but stayed focused on her feet. "Yeah well that isn't my fault, is it?"
I shook my head. "How many times do I have to say I'm sorry until you believe me?! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I took a step toward her. "Josie I'm sorry!"
"Adam! I can't believe you!" She yelped back at me. "I can't trust you anymore! How the hell am I supposed to be able to believe anything you say if I can't trust you?"
"Well, how am I supposed to trust you when you're sneaking around with Will in the middle of the night?!" I tried to catch myself before I said anything but. . .
Her eyes widened. "You were spying on me?" She spat. "Oh yeah, I really trust you now."
I shook my head. "Not spying. I was sneaking in through one of Fulton's friend's windows and I 'overheard' you and Will."
"Sounds like bull."
"Which parts?"
She blinked. "All of it."
I immediately became defensive. "Well its not!"
She raised both of her shoulders. "Prove it!" She rushed toward the door climbing up the stairs two at a time.
I ran after her and was caught up to her a couple feet away from the door. I gripped onto her wrist stopping her in her tracks. "Ask Charlie. He was there. Ask Fulton. You trust Fulton!" I yelped at her, lowering my voice as a teacher looked out of the Science Department's door.
"They're your friends!" She replied angrily.
"They're yours too!" I snapped back at her. "They are still your friends and so am I; I still want to be more. You miss me, just give me another chance!"
"No!"
I took a breath. "If I have to sleep outside your door every night I will until you admit that you still love me, and I know you do so don't even try to deny that, I will." I stated completely seriously.
"Love doesn't mean anything without trust Adam!" She yelled at me, her face falling painfully. She wiped her eyes before a tear could fall from them. "Look, it's really sweet of you to be watching out for me after we broke up. Not many guys would do that, but I want you to stop ok?" She licked her lips and cast her eyes to the floor. "Just stop. I'm a big girl I can look after myself."
"But Will, he-"
"He visited me and as soon as I realized he was here I kicked him out. I basically had to drag him out of my room." She interrupted me quickly. "Don't worry about him, or about me. If it's possible forget about me ok? Just forget it."
I blinked completely shocked. "Forget it? Forget what, exactly?" I shot back at her. "Forget us you mean? I can't do that. I reject that idea."
Josie shook her dark hair out of her eyes. "And what options do you give me? It's either we get together or we get together!"
"Exactly!"
"Have you not listened to a word I said? I can't trust you Adam! I feel like a broken record! Listen to me because I'm not going to repeat it. I don't trust you. I can't."
I frowned, focusing on her pained face. "Well what am I supposed to do to prove that otherwise?"
"Nothing!" She yelped.
I shook my head. "I want a second chance! I want it to be different!"
She shrugged her shoulders and gazed at me calmly. "That's the thing," She whispered. "Adam, you only get one chance, in life, in love, and after that you have to live with the consequences. There are no second chances. There are no take-backs."
"But there are new beginnings." I replied. "A person can start over. Let me start over. Let us start over."
She shrugged. "Adam we can't start over. We know too much about each other. You know that." She swallowed. "And I don't mean just the diary thing. I mean everything. Our families, our likes and dislikes, friends, jokes. It's impossible."
I bit my lip. "So is this forever? You pretend I don't exist and I watch you from afar?"
"It's for now; until the hurt is gone." She replied simply. "It hurts too much."
I nodded carefully and allowed her to walk away, watching her until she reached the end of the long hall and walked through a pair of heavy doors. It was going to hurt for a long time and I didn't want to wait. I wanted to be with her.
I walked down the rickety stairs and into the basement storage space, running my fingers along an unused desk making three long streaks across it with the tips of my fingers and brushing my hands off on my pants. I looked up at the shelves stacked with old, out of date textbooks that were hidden away.
I wondered if Josie and I would be like that. Forgotten; hidden away like an embarrassment in the basements of our minds to collect a thick layer of dust and never to be remembered. If we would never look upon our relationship ever again.
I knew I would.
But would she?
Did I mean anything to her or was I just a distraction until she fit in and found her way through the halls on her own? She meant something to me. She still did.
She knew my story; my whole story until this point. I didn't want her chapter to end.
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A/N: Wow! That took a while to get out. I kind of knew what I wanted to happen, but it was hard to get out. The dialogue just didn't want to come to me. One of those unfair moments. Oh! And I'm celebrating. I'm going on this trip with one of my best friends and I'll be missing about 2 days of school for it and that is so cool! So, on the 27 of May (which is a Thursday, I think) until the Saturday, there will be no updates. That's just a little heads up for you. I'll remind you guys the update before I leave. However, I will be writing on this trip so I'll probably have a chapter up when I come back so no worries. Another reason why I'm taking so long on my updates is because I've opened a website completely dedicated on the Ducks (whoo! Go me!) Anyways, I'm still working on it so it's a work in progress. The site is listed in my profile! You're welcome to visit! And sign the guestbook while you're at it!
Shout outs!
OreoLine00- Hey! Oh! No worries! My paws are off Prince Harry, for now, seeing I've never met him, probably never will meet him and well... your friend and probably countless other girls have called dibs on him and I would be beaten to a bloody pulp if I did touch him. But no doubt about it, he's a beautiful red-head and his brother... *drools* *blinks and straightens up in seat* I mean... yeah he's ok too... Yeah, I'm trying to tone down the drama drama drama, but you know it's kind of hard. Hopefully this chapter wasn't as uneventful as the last. Thanks and Later!
Emily- What, you think I don't want reviews or something? *scoffs* You should see me after I post. I'm basically on my computer every hour on the hour to make sure that no one has read my chapter and reviewed. I agree. It is the root of all evil. That and cats. *blinks* That's a different story. Yes, I love writing Averman, he is so versatile and I can let out my very twisted humor, which many of my reviewers are enjoying!! I'm glad you liked last chapter and I hope you enjoyed this one! Later!!
Erica- I haven't heard from you for a while, have I? *squee* But you're back! *squee*!! I love writing Averman and it's obvious that you guys love reading him like that! It's so nice to hear things like that! Averman comes really naturally to me. *looks down* Mainly because I have Averman's humor and his rants. You know how he's constantly told to be quiet? Yeah, that's me at school. Lmao! Omigod! Banksie and Josie are your favorite couple? Omigod, if you were in front of me I would so hug you! You are too sweet! Well keep reading and we'll see what happens. Ok? Thanks and Later! *squee!!*
Rach- You think it's sweet that I love your reviews? Well I think it's sweet that you love my story! You are an amazing reviewer! You belong in the 'Hall of Best Reviewers Ever'. *blinks* I think that's in Minnesota. Uh, yeah the leather chaps actually happened and the bass player in our mini 'band' had it on tape too, until his mother taped over it. Oh and Averman's story line will be back next chapter. *grins evilly* And Averman will have... some... 'fun' to say the least. Omg, I was so bored and I just started typing the Song that never ends over and over and I somehow or another incorporated it into the story. And I think I agree with you. The punishment for singing 'Hanson' in the middle of the night should be death, by CDs. We'll pummel them with the hundreds of discarded Hanson CDs. Anyways, thanks for the review and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Beaner- Hey there. Oh, Kate, you're too nice. Last chapter is one of your top favorite chapters? Yes, you're completely sugar coating it. I can feel the cavities coming on. Well I'm glad you liked my burger joint ramble. I was like 'ok, must finish off this chapter...' and I started rambling about completely unusual, unimportant stuff. And sorry, I have no clue why you were up so early. I do that too on weekends sometimes, and I usually end up writing for HOURS on end until the rest of my family wakes up and asks me if I pulled an all-nighter; which of course I wouldn't because I love my sleep. Anyways, that's it. Later!
SqUiDsLiLpYrO- Damn that school. lol! Anyways, I'm glad you liked my last chapter and I promise more Averman next chapter. Larson will have to wait about 2 more ok? OH and Hi to anyone who may (or may not be) reading over your shoulder. Ok well I have nothing else to work with sooo... Later!
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KatieGurl
However, Averman screaming in my ear, cursing the man who invented the alarm clock did make me move out of that doomed dorm room before he remembered that I was the one who set it for 6:30 on a Saturday. I decided that I would avoid him most of the day, knowing that if I saw him, I would be listening to a rant for about an hour or so.
Yes... I think listening to Josie yell at me about how I messed up would be a whole lot more productive than listening to Averman rant. But, you never know; I could be wrong.
As I walked down the dusty stairs into the basement and through the filthy storage space that hid the creaky old door to the dark room, I had this feeling of impending doom. Ok, maybe I'm a little dramatic when I say that, but surprising a person who doesn't really like you at the moment in a dark dirty space that resembled a closet, isn't exactly the perkiest place to meet. But I calmly knocked on the door, after learning; time and time again from Josie, who had lost at least one roll of film from me forgetting to do so and opened the door when I had received no answer.
When comparing the rest of Eden Hall to its dark room, you might think that you had entered another building. Well first of all, the room had three sinks on a long marble counter along the back wall and one didn't work, another gave a rusty orange drip and the last barely worked. In the middle there was a large dusty island that had obviously had been brought down when this room had been changed from a janitor's closet to a dark room and around the room, a clothes line or fishing line or something where you could hang up pictures was low and you had to be careful not to walk into it. And there were not lights, for obvious reasons, except for a couple black lights, that the students (more often Josie, than others) had to replace themselves because photography wasn't a funded extra-curricular activity.
I pulled up a rickety stool from the corner of the room and cleared off a spot on the island and put down my bag with a thump, the dust flying in all directions. I coughed at little, thanking the Lord I did not have allergies. I pulled the cord attached the light bulb on the ceiling making a dull purple-ish glow cast over me and my bag.
I collapsed on the wooden stool that rocked jaggedly under my weight. "Well this is just great." I muttered to myself. "While I wait for Josie I can suffocate on dust." The light flickered above me and I glared at it. "Don't even start with me." I threatened at the inanimate object that flickered once more and continued to glow.
Hesitating, I opened my backpack and pulled out my notebook and Spanish textbook opening them to the pages necessary and began reading them over. Doing homework on Valentine's Day. How sad was that? I mean, the teachers didn't even assign homework for this weekend. They didn't even ask for us to hand anything in! And yet here I am, in a dimly lit room doing work that doesn't need to be done yet.
I need a life.
Or a girlfriend.
Either way.
~*~
I rested my head in my right hand and flipped the page to my novel with my left. The impending doom feeling left around 8:00 and boredom set in around 7:30. I blinked lazily felt as if time had slowed down to a turtle's pace. My watch beeped startling me as it told me it was 9am.
By now, Julie and Guy were up and in about fifteen minutes Luis would get up and startle his roommate Goldberg, making him, get out of bed as well. Dwayne was already up. He was usually up around 7 and when he was homesick he was up around dawn. More than once, have I bumped into him around the grounds, during a morning jog.
I wasn't sure how I could remember this, I just did. I liked little facts that I could remember. I liked knowing routines. For some reason consistency was like a security blanket for me.
I flipped the page after not reading it for at least 2 minutes and began to not read my fresh page.
A quiet knock interrupted my thoughts and I sat up straight. I wasn't sure if I should answer the knock or if I should just sit here. I decided on the latter and pulled the chain allowing the pitch black take over the space around me.
The door squealed open allowing a little bit of light from the dull lights from the joining room. I couldn't see much but I could make out a female's silhouette. My mouth seemed to get immediately dry as I wondered who it was, and hoped it was the one girl that I wanted to talk to. I tip toed myself into one of the back corners and kept quiet as the girl moved about the room making her way to where the light was.
Click.
"Holy Shit!!"
I swallowed and smiled at Josie who stood still hanging onto the cord that was attached to the light. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a transport truck. "Hey there." I croaked nervously.
She breathed deeply trying to calm herself. "Banks, what the hell are you doing here in the dark?!" She yelped at me, letting go of the cord and tugging at the collar of her T-shirt.
"Uh. . . it's a dark room." I internally slapped myself for coming up with something sounding so stupid.
She shook her head and glared at me angrily. "Ok, but what are you doing here!"
I blinked at her nervously. "Developing pictures?"
"Ugh!!" She groaned frustrated. "Adam! You don't know how to manually develop pictures and you only own a digital camera, so you don't need to!"
"Au contraire! I replied trying to sound suave but instead sounding completely stupid. "I just happened to buy a camera with actual film and I'm actually down here hoping someone would show me how." I grinned charismatically and waited for her response.
She blinked at me annoyed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'll come back when you aren't here." She turned on her heel and retreated for the door snatching her bag off the floor, not stopping for even a fraction of a second.
"Wait!" I yelped leaving my bag behind be and rushing after her grabbing onto her arm just as she was walking through the door. "I was kind of hoping you would show me." I put on my best puppy pouting face and blinked innocently. No one could resist the puppy face.
"Well, you see, I don't want to talk to you or be around you and teaching you how to, are direct contradictions of both so no." She replied in one breath. She quickly shook off my hand and headed straight for the stairs.
Ok, let be rephrase my last thought. No one could resist the puppy face except her.
"Josie; wait please!" I yelped rushing after her and grabbing onto the railing beside the stairs, pulling myself up the first step and watching her beeline for the door. "Josie, will you please stop? The least you can do is talk to me. You don't even have to talk. You just have to listen. Just for a minute. Please!"
She hesitated at the top step and turned around to face me crossing her arms and shifting all of her weight onto one foot. "Listening." She replied aggravated.
I stepped down from the stoop and gestured for her to join me. "Can we have a little bit less distance between us?"
She exhaled angrily and her feet gently patted the steps, barely making a noise as she walked down them. "Fine, let's get one thing clear though. I don't want to be here."
I nodded. "It's clear. Crystal."
I looked me up and down and licked her lips. "Ok, speak then. Let's get this over with."
"Ok, well first of all I'm sorry."
She rubbed her forehead as soon as I said it as if the words gave her an instant headache. She opened her eyes realizing I had stopped. "Is that it?"
I shook my head. "And I wanted to say that I missed you even though I know that you don't miss me-"
She held her hand up quickly. She wore a confused frown, her brow furrowing. "I never said that." She interjected quickly.
"What?"
"I never said that I didn't miss you." Josie repeated much to her dismay.
I licked my lips and stared at her intently, pinching my arm to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. "You didn't." I replied as soon as I realized that pinched my arm hurt. "Then what did you say?"
"I-I. . ." She stuttered over her words. "I don't know." Her hazel eyes seemed to burn into mine. "Why are you making this so hard? We had barely gone out for a month. You should be over me by now." She snapped, casting her eyes to the dusty ground.
I shrugged my left shoulder. "We never really gave it a real shot."
She widened her eyes but stayed focused on her feet. "Yeah well that isn't my fault, is it?"
I shook my head. "How many times do I have to say I'm sorry until you believe me?! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I took a step toward her. "Josie I'm sorry!"
"Adam! I can't believe you!" She yelped back at me. "I can't trust you anymore! How the hell am I supposed to be able to believe anything you say if I can't trust you?"
"Well, how am I supposed to trust you when you're sneaking around with Will in the middle of the night?!" I tried to catch myself before I said anything but. . .
Her eyes widened. "You were spying on me?" She spat. "Oh yeah, I really trust you now."
I shook my head. "Not spying. I was sneaking in through one of Fulton's friend's windows and I 'overheard' you and Will."
"Sounds like bull."
"Which parts?"
She blinked. "All of it."
I immediately became defensive. "Well its not!"
She raised both of her shoulders. "Prove it!" She rushed toward the door climbing up the stairs two at a time.
I ran after her and was caught up to her a couple feet away from the door. I gripped onto her wrist stopping her in her tracks. "Ask Charlie. He was there. Ask Fulton. You trust Fulton!" I yelped at her, lowering my voice as a teacher looked out of the Science Department's door.
"They're your friends!" She replied angrily.
"They're yours too!" I snapped back at her. "They are still your friends and so am I; I still want to be more. You miss me, just give me another chance!"
"No!"
I took a breath. "If I have to sleep outside your door every night I will until you admit that you still love me, and I know you do so don't even try to deny that, I will." I stated completely seriously.
"Love doesn't mean anything without trust Adam!" She yelled at me, her face falling painfully. She wiped her eyes before a tear could fall from them. "Look, it's really sweet of you to be watching out for me after we broke up. Not many guys would do that, but I want you to stop ok?" She licked her lips and cast her eyes to the floor. "Just stop. I'm a big girl I can look after myself."
"But Will, he-"
"He visited me and as soon as I realized he was here I kicked him out. I basically had to drag him out of my room." She interrupted me quickly. "Don't worry about him, or about me. If it's possible forget about me ok? Just forget it."
I blinked completely shocked. "Forget it? Forget what, exactly?" I shot back at her. "Forget us you mean? I can't do that. I reject that idea."
Josie shook her dark hair out of her eyes. "And what options do you give me? It's either we get together or we get together!"
"Exactly!"
"Have you not listened to a word I said? I can't trust you Adam! I feel like a broken record! Listen to me because I'm not going to repeat it. I don't trust you. I can't."
I frowned, focusing on her pained face. "Well what am I supposed to do to prove that otherwise?"
"Nothing!" She yelped.
I shook my head. "I want a second chance! I want it to be different!"
She shrugged her shoulders and gazed at me calmly. "That's the thing," She whispered. "Adam, you only get one chance, in life, in love, and after that you have to live with the consequences. There are no second chances. There are no take-backs."
"But there are new beginnings." I replied. "A person can start over. Let me start over. Let us start over."
She shrugged. "Adam we can't start over. We know too much about each other. You know that." She swallowed. "And I don't mean just the diary thing. I mean everything. Our families, our likes and dislikes, friends, jokes. It's impossible."
I bit my lip. "So is this forever? You pretend I don't exist and I watch you from afar?"
"It's for now; until the hurt is gone." She replied simply. "It hurts too much."
I nodded carefully and allowed her to walk away, watching her until she reached the end of the long hall and walked through a pair of heavy doors. It was going to hurt for a long time and I didn't want to wait. I wanted to be with her.
I walked down the rickety stairs and into the basement storage space, running my fingers along an unused desk making three long streaks across it with the tips of my fingers and brushing my hands off on my pants. I looked up at the shelves stacked with old, out of date textbooks that were hidden away.
I wondered if Josie and I would be like that. Forgotten; hidden away like an embarrassment in the basements of our minds to collect a thick layer of dust and never to be remembered. If we would never look upon our relationship ever again.
I knew I would.
But would she?
Did I mean anything to her or was I just a distraction until she fit in and found her way through the halls on her own? She meant something to me. She still did.
She knew my story; my whole story until this point. I didn't want her chapter to end.
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A/N: Wow! That took a while to get out. I kind of knew what I wanted to happen, but it was hard to get out. The dialogue just didn't want to come to me. One of those unfair moments. Oh! And I'm celebrating. I'm going on this trip with one of my best friends and I'll be missing about 2 days of school for it and that is so cool! So, on the 27 of May (which is a Thursday, I think) until the Saturday, there will be no updates. That's just a little heads up for you. I'll remind you guys the update before I leave. However, I will be writing on this trip so I'll probably have a chapter up when I come back so no worries. Another reason why I'm taking so long on my updates is because I've opened a website completely dedicated on the Ducks (whoo! Go me!) Anyways, I'm still working on it so it's a work in progress. The site is listed in my profile! You're welcome to visit! And sign the guestbook while you're at it!
Shout outs!
OreoLine00- Hey! Oh! No worries! My paws are off Prince Harry, for now, seeing I've never met him, probably never will meet him and well... your friend and probably countless other girls have called dibs on him and I would be beaten to a bloody pulp if I did touch him. But no doubt about it, he's a beautiful red-head and his brother... *drools* *blinks and straightens up in seat* I mean... yeah he's ok too... Yeah, I'm trying to tone down the drama drama drama, but you know it's kind of hard. Hopefully this chapter wasn't as uneventful as the last. Thanks and Later!
Emily- What, you think I don't want reviews or something? *scoffs* You should see me after I post. I'm basically on my computer every hour on the hour to make sure that no one has read my chapter and reviewed. I agree. It is the root of all evil. That and cats. *blinks* That's a different story. Yes, I love writing Averman, he is so versatile and I can let out my very twisted humor, which many of my reviewers are enjoying!! I'm glad you liked last chapter and I hope you enjoyed this one! Later!!
Erica- I haven't heard from you for a while, have I? *squee* But you're back! *squee*!! I love writing Averman and it's obvious that you guys love reading him like that! It's so nice to hear things like that! Averman comes really naturally to me. *looks down* Mainly because I have Averman's humor and his rants. You know how he's constantly told to be quiet? Yeah, that's me at school. Lmao! Omigod! Banksie and Josie are your favorite couple? Omigod, if you were in front of me I would so hug you! You are too sweet! Well keep reading and we'll see what happens. Ok? Thanks and Later! *squee!!*
Rach- You think it's sweet that I love your reviews? Well I think it's sweet that you love my story! You are an amazing reviewer! You belong in the 'Hall of Best Reviewers Ever'. *blinks* I think that's in Minnesota. Uh, yeah the leather chaps actually happened and the bass player in our mini 'band' had it on tape too, until his mother taped over it. Oh and Averman's story line will be back next chapter. *grins evilly* And Averman will have... some... 'fun' to say the least. Omg, I was so bored and I just started typing the Song that never ends over and over and I somehow or another incorporated it into the story. And I think I agree with you. The punishment for singing 'Hanson' in the middle of the night should be death, by CDs. We'll pummel them with the hundreds of discarded Hanson CDs. Anyways, thanks for the review and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Beaner- Hey there. Oh, Kate, you're too nice. Last chapter is one of your top favorite chapters? Yes, you're completely sugar coating it. I can feel the cavities coming on. Well I'm glad you liked my burger joint ramble. I was like 'ok, must finish off this chapter...' and I started rambling about completely unusual, unimportant stuff. And sorry, I have no clue why you were up so early. I do that too on weekends sometimes, and I usually end up writing for HOURS on end until the rest of my family wakes up and asks me if I pulled an all-nighter; which of course I wouldn't because I love my sleep. Anyways, that's it. Later!
SqUiDsLiLpYrO- Damn that school. lol! Anyways, I'm glad you liked my last chapter and I promise more Averman next chapter. Larson will have to wait about 2 more ok? OH and Hi to anyone who may (or may not be) reading over your shoulder. Ok well I have nothing else to work with sooo... Later!
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~Toodles!
KatieGurl