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I'm so, so sorry about not updating this story! With my other stories and such, this was kinda shoved to the side. But I am NOT giving up on this story! I can promise you all that!
Anywho, here's the next chapter! I hope you all like it!
No, I don't own Danny Phantom, and I never will. It all belongs to Butch Hartman. I only own this story.
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Your Heart, Your Heart Has Rendered…
The next few days after that night passed in a blur. I was practically a zombie; all I did was sleep, eat, drink and go through the tedious routine of school. Despite that I had Laurie, and our friendship had been mended, it was pretty boring nowadays. Without Kitty and Johnny to help liven things up, the days had become pretty grey and monotone, just the needless ingredients in the dreary soup of life.
I missed them.
I missed Kitty's cheerfulness, her laugh, her gigantic smile, and how she could brighten up my darkest moods while also providing some insight and common sense when I was at my most silliest. I missed going on shopping trips with her to the mall, having mani-pedis together, going to the spa together and having our hair done together. I missed my playful banter with Johnny, how I would occasionally help him with his bike and not minding the engine grease that had gotten onto my hands, missed our food-eating and soda-chugging contests, and our arm-wrestling contests. Missed how when we were kids we would climb the highest trees in the forest behind my backyard until my parents would tell us to come back down before we hurt ourselves. And I missed goofing off with them, being silly together, hanging out and just being our regular, kooky selves that no one but us would see. I missed them with all of my being, the grief over their deaths a physical ache inside of me, hurting so much I can't put it into words. It was exactly how I was feeling when I lost my dad and Tommy, but so, so much worse.
Laurie looked at me with sympathy, but didn't say anything, just comforting me whenever she could with a squeeze of my hand or an arm around my shoulder. She knew I didn't need pity, but I appreciated it all the same. She was hurting just as much as me; Kitty and Johnny had been her first friends here, and their deaths had affected her too. But she didn't say anything. She just kept being a pillar of strength and support for me, when I felt like I was going to break down any second now.
And Dean…
Whenever I thought, spoke or heard his name, it filled me with such white-hot fury I am surprised lava hasn't poured out of my ears, since that fury filled me up like magma in a volcano until it exploded. It hadn't, yet, but if Dean's name was mentioned or if I saw him again, it would, well… probably make me explode.
I had been ignoring the two-timing jerk so far, and it had been working.
Until it didn't.
…
It happened in the cafeteria. Me and Laurie were sitting at our usual lunch table, with Laurie eating her packed lunch while I just played with the cafeteria food I had ordered listlessly, not even bothering to eat. Laurie was looking at me with concern in her eyes, as I hardly ate anything nowadays. What was the point, after all, when so much death, so much heartbreak had happened to me? Nearly everything good was gone from my miserable life. All that was left that provided some hope and comfort for a better future was Laurie, my mom, my younger cousin, Pam, and my music. And my dream. They were all I had left, but were they worth living for, when I had experienced so much bad that there wouldn't be any good left?
I was contemplating that-and whether or not to eat the questionable split pea soup that I had ordered-when Laurie leaned over and murmured, venom in her tone, into my ear, "Don't look now, but Mr. McJerkFace is heading towards us."
At hearing that, my head whipped up and, true to Laurie's warning, Dean was walking to us.
I glared at him and spat, "What does he want?"
"Don't know, don't care," Laurie answered. She then looked at me as she hit her left fist in the palm of her right hand and asked, "Permission to pound him into oblivion?"
I was about to say yes, when I took a good look at Dean's face. He looked almost… sorry?
Is he going to apologise for cheating on me?
I wasn't sure, and even though I didn't trust him, I was going to listen to what he was going to say.
And that meant not letting Laurie pound the cheating, two-timing dipstick, even though it would have been very, very satisfying to watch.
"Permission denied," I answered. "Let's hear what he has to say first."
Laurie gave me a dubious, Are you crazy?, look, but didn't say anything, though the heat of her furious glare directed at Dean was a thousand degrees of hatred.
I was guessing my glare was also the same temperature.
When Dean finally arrived at our table, he wasn't looking at us, but at the ground. The tip of his shoe was scuffing the ground, and the bangs that I used to find so endearing were hanging over eyes that I used to find beautiful.
Not anymore.
"Uhh… hi, Amber," Dean greeted, tone hesitant.
Instead of replying back, I flipped him off.
He must have sawn it, for he said, "Okay, I probably deserved that, you flipping me off."
"You think?" I replied back sarcastically.
Dean didn't say anything else, just continuing to stare at the ground.
I sighed and said curtly, "Out with it, Dean. You obviously came over here to say something, so say it. If not, get lost."
That seemed to have given the snivelling jerk a bit of a backbone, as he straightened, looked me square me in the eye, and said two words I thought he would never say to me:
"I'm sorry."
That apology set off a riot of emotions inside me, but I kept a cool, composed attitude outward, not wanting to give Dean the satisfaction of how his apology caused my emotions to become chaotic.
Laurie, on the other hand, scoffed and said acidly, "Yeah right. Like you mean that, you double-timing jerk."
Dean pointedly ignored Laurie's acid words and continued apologising to me.
"I'm sorry Amber. I shouldn't have used you like that. I admit, I screwed up. I cheated on you, both in Los Angeles and here. I don't know if you'll accept it or believe it, because honestly I don't blame you if you don't, but I am sorry. Truly. Can… can you forgive me?"
Silence.
I stared at him, not speaking, Laurie and Dean and what felt like the entire school was waiting for my response, if I would accept Dean's apology… or not.
That silence seemed to stretch into eternity before I opened my mouth…
And laughed.
CLIFFHANGER!
Again, I'm so sorry about not updating this story for a long time! But, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
It seems like Dean apologised… but will Amber forgive him? You'll have to see in the next chapter…
REPLIES TO MY AWESOME REVIEWERS:
Aurora Marie Williams: Maybe… Thanks. Yep, we definitely are. Only a few more chapters until it happens. Well, you'll have to find out later on…
EleahBlue: Yep, it's creepy. It's supposed to be.
Unprofessional Writer(chapter eight): Yep, poor Ember. And prank who?
Unprofessional Writer(chapter 14): Well, thank you. But, her death will happen… in a few more chapters…
Aww, thank you. Yeah, maybe.
GirlFish: Absolutely. And especially that as well.
Definitely. It saves up a lot more heartbreak and rage.
Hmmm… I think it depends on how messy the breakup is and if there are still some lingering feelings left behind, and even if you want to be friends with your ex.
Oh, I am the same here, with reading and watching romance. Totally.
Next chapter will come out soon, I promise! I hope you enjoyed this, and also, we're getting closer and closer to Ember's fateful death…
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