A/N: I'm kinda in a rush to finish this story cos I'm goin on holiday soon.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed... thanks a billion and I'm sorry I
couldn't update sooner – been mega busy! This story is dedicated to all the
John and Torrie fans and my good friend Katelyn! Love you all!
Chapter 2: It's Over
She looked at the front page of the newspaper again and threw it to the other side of her room, knocking his favorite lamp off of his nightstand. She was on the front page, with him and the line read 'JOHN AND TORRIE OVER...AGAIN!'
"I cant' believe him!" she screamed burying her head into her pillow and letting her tears fall freely. "Why would he do this to me?"
"Torrie, all men are like that," said Stacy as she sat be Torrie and patter her back.
"But why did he have to embarrass me like this? After all I've done for him, all we've been through, why?" asked Torrie.
"I told you he wasn't good for you," spat Trish. "That guy doesn't care about anyone except for himself!"
"He cares for me..." said Torrie softly to Trish, but it was as if she was trying to reassure herself that he did love her.
"No," said Trish firmly. "He doesn't, your wasting your time on him, all he'll ever love is his stupid rap music and his money..."
"It's not stupid rap music, and that's not true..." answered Torrie. She was confused. She wasn't sure whether she loved John or not. It would be hard to forget everything that they've achieved over the years, all that time they spent together... that had to mean something to him. It sure did mean something to her.
"That's not the point Torrie," sighed Trish. "Why do you wanna waste your time over someone like him? You deserve much better! Do you think he really loves you? If he's gonna make you cry like this all the time? If he keeps making you feel like crap? If he's gonna sleep with other women behind your back?"
"Trish... cut it out!" mouthed Stacy.
"Torrie look at me," said Trish. Torrie rolled around and looked at Trish with tears in her eyes, her mascara smudged, her hair all tangled and messy like hay. "I hate seeing you like this, and if he was a real boyfriend and really did care about you, he wouldn't have done all that shit to you... you understand me?"
"Yeah..." said Torrie quietly as she looked down on the floor feeling foolish as tears still trickled slowly down her rosy cheeks.
"I mean, what kind of boyfriend, spends Christmas with his family instead of girlfriend and kisses the neighbor's daughter?" asked Trish. "And then he tries to make it up to you by taking you out on New Years Eve, but then gets drunk with his buddies and oversleeps! I mean, you were worried sick, you stayed up all night trying to call him! And when he woke up on New Years Day, he didn't even bother to call you!"
"Trish, stop it..." said Stacy.
"You guys hadn't officially broken up yet, you called him over and he didn't come. You prepared a nice candle lit dinner for the two of you, you made an effort and tried to cook, and he stood you up!" said Trish. "Where was he? Huh?"
"He was at his apartment," Torrie said as she looked up at Trish.
"Don't!" mouthed Stacy to Trish. "Cut it out!"
"And?" asked Trish. "I never knew the end of that story..."
"He...h-he..." stuttered an unstable Torrie.
"What?" asked Trish coldly trying to force it out of Torrie. "What did that asshole do?"
"He...he..h-he was, um, er..."
"Come on Torrie!" Trish said fiercely.
"HE WAS IN BED WITH HIS EX GIRLFRIEND!" she screamed finally forcing it out before she buried her head into the pillows bawling her eyes out.
"Trish!" scowled Stacy. "Was that necessary?" Trish bit her lip and held her head low. She didn't mean to take it overboard.
"Torrie... I'm sorry," apologized Trish softly and ashamedly. "I, I didn't mean to..."
"I've wasted my time..."sniffled Torrie. Stacy and Trish didn't answer, afraid that they would say something wrong. "It must be my fault, all my relationships never lasted long! John was the longest, two years and what a miserable two years...I've wasted my time!"
"I-It's not your fault..." Stacy said not sure whether she should have opened her mouth.
"Of course it is," sobbed Torrie. "If it wasn't I'd be happily married!"
"But do you honestly want to be happily married?" asked Trish. Torrie stopped weeping for a moment and turned to face Trish.
"Yes..." Torrie finally answered, but her tone was slightly shaky as if she was unsure. "I mean everyone wants to be..."
"Do you want to be though?" asked Stacy.
"Yes!" answered Torrie firmly. She sat up properly and wiped the tears off of her haggard face. "I want what you two have... I want a caring, committed boyfriend who will love me forever."
"I'm sure you have that with John," said Stacy causing Torrie to chuckle.
"Yeah right... whenever I go out for a bite with you guys, you're all like lovey-dovey and touch-feely and I want that. I want John to hold my hand as tightly as Chris holds yours Trish..." she said, looking Trish who tried to avoid eye contact with Torrie. Torrie then turned to Stacy. "I wish Edge would do all those gentlemanly things like open doors for you, hold your shopping bags for you-"
"But those are just normal things... all guys do that!" said Stacy interrupting Torrie.
"John sure doesn't!" shrugged Torrie. "I'm wasting my tears and all my love for someone who doesn't feel the same way. How was I so stupid and why didn't I see it before? I'm only hurting myself..."
"Yeah, there are plenty of other guys out there," said Trish smiling faintly.
"Exactly! Maybe even better looking and... funnier than... John," said Torrie as she sat at the edge of the bed and looked down on the marble tiled floor. Although she still loved John and she was certain there was no one better looking or anywhere near as funny as he was, she was determined to get her act together. She couldn't live like this, her life was revolved around his and that was bad for her. Torrie was unsure whether she should move on but it was not as if he showed any affection towards her.
"I've never loved someone as much as I loved him. I keep falling in and out of love with him and that can't be good for me... I'm too hung up on him to do anything, half the time I'm thinking of him and he's not even thinking of me..." said Torrie shaking her head.
"Of course he thinks of you Tor," said Stacy laying her hand on her friend's shoulder. "I'm sure he loves you, give him a chance!"
"I don't think I can Stace, I won't be played a fool, I'm going to move on..." said Torrie firmly. "How many more chances should I give him? He's making an idiot out of me... I can't take it any more!"
"But-" Stacy tried to argue before getting cut off by Torrie.
"But nothing Stacy... we're through and that's final. I'm sorry it had to be this way and it will be hard to put behind us all. But I think this is best for me, and him, it's best for everyone... Thanks for being here you guys..." smiled Torrie. "But it's over."
Chapter 2: It's Over
She looked at the front page of the newspaper again and threw it to the other side of her room, knocking his favorite lamp off of his nightstand. She was on the front page, with him and the line read 'JOHN AND TORRIE OVER...AGAIN!'
"I cant' believe him!" she screamed burying her head into her pillow and letting her tears fall freely. "Why would he do this to me?"
"Torrie, all men are like that," said Stacy as she sat be Torrie and patter her back.
"But why did he have to embarrass me like this? After all I've done for him, all we've been through, why?" asked Torrie.
"I told you he wasn't good for you," spat Trish. "That guy doesn't care about anyone except for himself!"
"He cares for me..." said Torrie softly to Trish, but it was as if she was trying to reassure herself that he did love her.
"No," said Trish firmly. "He doesn't, your wasting your time on him, all he'll ever love is his stupid rap music and his money..."
"It's not stupid rap music, and that's not true..." answered Torrie. She was confused. She wasn't sure whether she loved John or not. It would be hard to forget everything that they've achieved over the years, all that time they spent together... that had to mean something to him. It sure did mean something to her.
"That's not the point Torrie," sighed Trish. "Why do you wanna waste your time over someone like him? You deserve much better! Do you think he really loves you? If he's gonna make you cry like this all the time? If he keeps making you feel like crap? If he's gonna sleep with other women behind your back?"
"Trish... cut it out!" mouthed Stacy.
"Torrie look at me," said Trish. Torrie rolled around and looked at Trish with tears in her eyes, her mascara smudged, her hair all tangled and messy like hay. "I hate seeing you like this, and if he was a real boyfriend and really did care about you, he wouldn't have done all that shit to you... you understand me?"
"Yeah..." said Torrie quietly as she looked down on the floor feeling foolish as tears still trickled slowly down her rosy cheeks.
"I mean, what kind of boyfriend, spends Christmas with his family instead of girlfriend and kisses the neighbor's daughter?" asked Trish. "And then he tries to make it up to you by taking you out on New Years Eve, but then gets drunk with his buddies and oversleeps! I mean, you were worried sick, you stayed up all night trying to call him! And when he woke up on New Years Day, he didn't even bother to call you!"
"Trish, stop it..." said Stacy.
"You guys hadn't officially broken up yet, you called him over and he didn't come. You prepared a nice candle lit dinner for the two of you, you made an effort and tried to cook, and he stood you up!" said Trish. "Where was he? Huh?"
"He was at his apartment," Torrie said as she looked up at Trish.
"Don't!" mouthed Stacy to Trish. "Cut it out!"
"And?" asked Trish. "I never knew the end of that story..."
"He...h-he..." stuttered an unstable Torrie.
"What?" asked Trish coldly trying to force it out of Torrie. "What did that asshole do?"
"He...he..h-he was, um, er..."
"Come on Torrie!" Trish said fiercely.
"HE WAS IN BED WITH HIS EX GIRLFRIEND!" she screamed finally forcing it out before she buried her head into the pillows bawling her eyes out.
"Trish!" scowled Stacy. "Was that necessary?" Trish bit her lip and held her head low. She didn't mean to take it overboard.
"Torrie... I'm sorry," apologized Trish softly and ashamedly. "I, I didn't mean to..."
"I've wasted my time..."sniffled Torrie. Stacy and Trish didn't answer, afraid that they would say something wrong. "It must be my fault, all my relationships never lasted long! John was the longest, two years and what a miserable two years...I've wasted my time!"
"I-It's not your fault..." Stacy said not sure whether she should have opened her mouth.
"Of course it is," sobbed Torrie. "If it wasn't I'd be happily married!"
"But do you honestly want to be happily married?" asked Trish. Torrie stopped weeping for a moment and turned to face Trish.
"Yes..." Torrie finally answered, but her tone was slightly shaky as if she was unsure. "I mean everyone wants to be..."
"Do you want to be though?" asked Stacy.
"Yes!" answered Torrie firmly. She sat up properly and wiped the tears off of her haggard face. "I want what you two have... I want a caring, committed boyfriend who will love me forever."
"I'm sure you have that with John," said Stacy causing Torrie to chuckle.
"Yeah right... whenever I go out for a bite with you guys, you're all like lovey-dovey and touch-feely and I want that. I want John to hold my hand as tightly as Chris holds yours Trish..." she said, looking Trish who tried to avoid eye contact with Torrie. Torrie then turned to Stacy. "I wish Edge would do all those gentlemanly things like open doors for you, hold your shopping bags for you-"
"But those are just normal things... all guys do that!" said Stacy interrupting Torrie.
"John sure doesn't!" shrugged Torrie. "I'm wasting my tears and all my love for someone who doesn't feel the same way. How was I so stupid and why didn't I see it before? I'm only hurting myself..."
"Yeah, there are plenty of other guys out there," said Trish smiling faintly.
"Exactly! Maybe even better looking and... funnier than... John," said Torrie as she sat at the edge of the bed and looked down on the marble tiled floor. Although she still loved John and she was certain there was no one better looking or anywhere near as funny as he was, she was determined to get her act together. She couldn't live like this, her life was revolved around his and that was bad for her. Torrie was unsure whether she should move on but it was not as if he showed any affection towards her.
"I've never loved someone as much as I loved him. I keep falling in and out of love with him and that can't be good for me... I'm too hung up on him to do anything, half the time I'm thinking of him and he's not even thinking of me..." said Torrie shaking her head.
"Of course he thinks of you Tor," said Stacy laying her hand on her friend's shoulder. "I'm sure he loves you, give him a chance!"
"I don't think I can Stace, I won't be played a fool, I'm going to move on..." said Torrie firmly. "How many more chances should I give him? He's making an idiot out of me... I can't take it any more!"
"But-" Stacy tried to argue before getting cut off by Torrie.
"But nothing Stacy... we're through and that's final. I'm sorry it had to be this way and it will be hard to put behind us all. But I think this is best for me, and him, it's best for everyone... Thanks for being here you guys..." smiled Torrie. "But it's over."