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9 and its only day 2! That's a record for me. Lol. So, anyway, on with the
story...and oh...if you have any suggestions feel free to give them to me. I
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I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I turned over on my bed, wiping a tear from my eye when I heard mom come down the stairs.
"Emma, are you okay?" she asked. "Sean called. He said you were upset when you left school."
"I'm okay. I promise," I said.
"there's nothing you want to talk about?"
"No," I said.
"Are you sure?"
"Mom," I said.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to pry," she turned to leave.
"Wait," I said, grabbing her arm. "I wanted to ask you a question."
"Okay," she sat back down. "Who do you like better? The old me, or the new me?"I asked. "Whoever you're happy being," she said. I smiled, for the first time in what seemed like ages. "Thanks, mom."
"No problem, honey," she said.
When I woke up the next morning, I pulled on a pair of my old jeans and paired with a new black tank top. If I could be happy as both...why not? I walked up to the school; Sean was waiting for me.
"Emma," he said. "Can we talk?"
"Yeah," I stopped when the bell rang. People rushed inside. We stood where we were.
"I'm sorry about yesterday...Lara, well she was being a bitch."
"Like that's anything new," I said.
"I know," he answered. "But I broke up with her. I told her that she 'wasn't where my heart lies'" he smiled.
I smiled back.
"Do you want to go to school today?" he asked.
I shook my head 'no'. "Mom's not home, do you want to come over to my house?"
"Yeah, I'd like that," he said.
We went to my house.
We sat in my bedroom, talking softly.
"I'm sorry I was such a jerk to you," I said.
"It's okay, you had every right to be," he said. "It couldn't have been easy to see us together."
"It wasn't."
Our eyes met. "How are you doing?" he asked me.
I couldn't lie. "Awful." Tears started to roll down my cheeks. "Its so hard to imagine that I am never going to see him again. I'll never hug him again, I'll never talk to him again...its so hard."
He touched my arm, "I know it is. Its hard for me too you know, Snake was one of the only people that believed in me."
"He was like that," I said, wiping the tears away. It didn't work, more formed in their place.
"Shh, hey, don't cry," he wiped the tears away from my eyes. "It'll be okay...things will get easier. Trust me, they do get easier."
I nodded. "Yeah, but..." I tried my best to hold back tears but I just couldn't. I had been holding them back for far too long.
He moved forward and took me in his arms. "It's okay," he said.
I cried into his chest. "I miss him so much."
"I know," he stroked my hair softly.
I looked up and our eyes met. I kissed him, softly at first...then harder, more urgent...more needy. I leaned back on the bed, pulling him with me. He kept kissing me, holding me, telling me everything would be alright. I slid my hands under his shirt and pulled it over his head. Then I took mine off.
"Are you sure?" his eyes peered into mine.
I nodded and kissed him in response. Normally I would have stopped him, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. I wanted him to be with me. I needed him to kiss the tears away. I needed to feel safe. So, one thing led to another and another. Before I knew it.... I was laying naked in his arms. It was wonderful. He held me, comforted me.
"I love you," I whispered.
Tears rimmed his eyes as he said, "I love you."
I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I turned over on my bed, wiping a tear from my eye when I heard mom come down the stairs.
"Emma, are you okay?" she asked. "Sean called. He said you were upset when you left school."
"I'm okay. I promise," I said.
"there's nothing you want to talk about?"
"No," I said.
"Are you sure?"
"Mom," I said.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to pry," she turned to leave.
"Wait," I said, grabbing her arm. "I wanted to ask you a question."
"Okay," she sat back down. "Who do you like better? The old me, or the new me?"I asked. "Whoever you're happy being," she said. I smiled, for the first time in what seemed like ages. "Thanks, mom."
"No problem, honey," she said.
When I woke up the next morning, I pulled on a pair of my old jeans and paired with a new black tank top. If I could be happy as both...why not? I walked up to the school; Sean was waiting for me.
"Emma," he said. "Can we talk?"
"Yeah," I stopped when the bell rang. People rushed inside. We stood where we were.
"I'm sorry about yesterday...Lara, well she was being a bitch."
"Like that's anything new," I said.
"I know," he answered. "But I broke up with her. I told her that she 'wasn't where my heart lies'" he smiled.
I smiled back.
"Do you want to go to school today?" he asked.
I shook my head 'no'. "Mom's not home, do you want to come over to my house?"
"Yeah, I'd like that," he said.
We went to my house.
We sat in my bedroom, talking softly.
"I'm sorry I was such a jerk to you," I said.
"It's okay, you had every right to be," he said. "It couldn't have been easy to see us together."
"It wasn't."
Our eyes met. "How are you doing?" he asked me.
I couldn't lie. "Awful." Tears started to roll down my cheeks. "Its so hard to imagine that I am never going to see him again. I'll never hug him again, I'll never talk to him again...its so hard."
He touched my arm, "I know it is. Its hard for me too you know, Snake was one of the only people that believed in me."
"He was like that," I said, wiping the tears away. It didn't work, more formed in their place.
"Shh, hey, don't cry," he wiped the tears away from my eyes. "It'll be okay...things will get easier. Trust me, they do get easier."
I nodded. "Yeah, but..." I tried my best to hold back tears but I just couldn't. I had been holding them back for far too long.
He moved forward and took me in his arms. "It's okay," he said.
I cried into his chest. "I miss him so much."
"I know," he stroked my hair softly.
I looked up and our eyes met. I kissed him, softly at first...then harder, more urgent...more needy. I leaned back on the bed, pulling him with me. He kept kissing me, holding me, telling me everything would be alright. I slid my hands under his shirt and pulled it over his head. Then I took mine off.
"Are you sure?" his eyes peered into mine.
I nodded and kissed him in response. Normally I would have stopped him, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. I wanted him to be with me. I needed him to kiss the tears away. I needed to feel safe. So, one thing led to another and another. Before I knew it.... I was laying naked in his arms. It was wonderful. He held me, comforted me.
"I love you," I whispered.
Tears rimmed his eyes as he said, "I love you."