Last Chapter: My right hand itched towards my front pocket to put them on but she stopped me. "Steven, don't you dare put on those stupid glasses. I want to see into your eyes." She said rather angrily. My hand fell limply to my side.

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Jackie had been staring into my eyes for the past two and a half minutes. I didn't know what to do, so I stared back. It's amazing how much emotion is displayed through the eyes. It's also frightening. A person can know exactly what you're feeling by staring deeply into your eyes, even when you're doing a good job of hiding it on the outside. I've continually told myself that I don't have feelings for Jackie, but then she would stare into my eyes for only a few seconds and smile to herself like she knew the truth. I tried really hard to convince myself that she didn't make me smile or happy, but it felt so nice to have that lonely feeling filled. Sometimes those who 'don't feel,' feel the deepest.

"I'm going home Steven. When you want to talk you know where to find me." Those were her words before turning around and silently leaving. I watched her walk away until I couldn't make out her shape. One of the guys who worked at the Hub bolted out the door looking around frantically. "Hey, that girl left her purse on the table." He said bringing it up to show me. I glanced at the purse knowing it was Jackie's. "I'll take it to her, she went that way." I pointed so he would have a sense of where I was going to go. "Ok." The guy said handing me the purse. I immediately started walking away. He stood there for a second before going back inside to finish what he was doing.

Halfway to Jackie's house, I remembered that I had driven the El Camino to the Hub. How stupid I had been to leave my baby there. I looked back and then forward, trying to calculate if I had enough time to run back and then go to Jackie's. I decided against going back and I'd have Foreman take me back to get it later. Jackie's house was around the corner. I reached the intersection and accidentally dropped the purse, spilling everything out. It was nothing really except a few lipsticks, lip-gloss, regular make-up and a jagged piece of paper. It was light blue and looked really old. I pushed everything back inside and opened the paper. It was dated the same year I met Jackie. Back when we were 16. She was 15 and still had perfect handwriting, so it wasn't hard to read what it said.

I want a boy that will stay with me for always. Who'll know you can never say 'I Love You' too many times, but he knows not to say it is he doesn't mean it with all of his hearts.

He'll give me his favorite sweatshirt. He'll buy me a bear. He'll stay at home and watch a movie.

He'll tell me he couldn't sleep because he was thinking of me and needed to hear my voice.

He can't walk next to me without holding my hand. He always whispers something sweet in my ear. He won't get embarrassed when he tells me he loves me in front of his friends.

All of his friends will know we're in love because he'll talk about me to them.

When we're walking together he'll stop and pick up a flower and put it behind me ear.

He'll tell me I'm his princess and treat me like it too.

He'll love everything about me and tell me that I'm perfect.

Even if we're a million years old, butterflies will still go crazy inside of me.

He'll tell me he'd die with out me. He'll surprise me by bring over my favorite food when I'm having a bad day and we just never stop laughing.

He's interested in everything I say, and he always cares about it.

He won't stop playing carnival games until he's won me a stuffed animal.

Every time I even hear his name, it will take my breath away and when I hear him speak, I'll fall in love all over again. It's just perfect; I'll be his everything and he'll be more to me.

He will love me for always.

Is that so much to ask for?

That's all I want.

I looked up to see if anyone was watching me, but no one was. Jackie wrote this when she was 15 and it was really kind of sickening. What kind of guy would do that crap? He'd have to be totally whipped. I was about to fold the paper up when I caught small handwriting in the corner. It didn't look faded and must have been recent. I guess Jackie must have misplaced this paper and found it a while ago. I would have burned it for once thinking of things like this, but I guess this gave Jackie a sense of happiness and safety. I squinted to read the writing in the corner.

If that's what I wanted then I was wrong.

All I want is a guy who will watch after me.

Who'll protect me and hold me close.

I want a guy who will wipe away my tears and tell me to be happy.

My guy won't leave me and say it to me often.

He's not going anywhere.