Surviving Yesterday Chapter 1: The Way I Loved You, a misc. books fanfic

Surviving Yesterday

Chapter 1

The Way I Loved You by: Taylor Swift

He is sensible, and so incredible

And all my single friends are jealous

He says everything I need to hear, and it's like

I couldn't ask for anything better

He opens up my door, and I get into his car

And he says you look beautiful tonight

And I feel perfectly fine

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain
And it's 2am and I'm cursing your name
You're so in love that you act insane
And that's the way I loved you
Breakin' down and coming undone
It's a roller coaster kinda rush
And I never knew I could feel that much
And that's the way I loved you

He respects my space
And never makes me wait
And he calls exactly when he says he will
He's close to my mother
Talks business with my father
He's charming and endearing
And I'm comfortable

He can't see the smile I'm faking
And my heart's not breaking
Cause I'm not feeling anything at all
And you were wild and crazy
Just so frustrating intoxicating
Complicated, got away by some mistake and now

I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain
It's 2am and I'm cursing your name
I'm so in love that I acted insane
And that's the way I loved you
Breaking down and coming undone
It's a roller coaster kinda rush
And I never knew I could feel that much
And that's the way I loved you oh, oh

And that's the way I loved you oh, oh
Never knew I could feel that much
And that's the way I loved you

And that's the way I feel every time after a date. He was always Mr. Right, and I was always Miss. Pushover. For every date that I have been on, there were two smiles, one extraordinary kiss, and of course, one heart felt goodbye.

You never really know when you have found the right guy, but when it hits you in that one spot, you couldn't ask for anything better. The way he looks at you, the way he smiles, and the way you blush that overtop red makes you feel like you are in heaven.

Usually when you go on that first date, you realize that you might not be ready. You realize that things aren't always going to go like in the movies, but you do realize that this is what you have waited your whole life for. You know that you want a boyfriend, and you know that you need someone to always be there for you.

I mean sure, you have those two greatest best friends you could ask for, that one to lovable brother, and the two most supportive parents, but you feel like you're missing something. You know that this won't always go the way you planned, but you can't help but to think that the one right boy will finish off the job for you.

You know that boys are what every girl thinks about from the time she turns eighteen, and they are the last thought before that girl goes to sleep, but what happens in the middle? You have your break-ups, your hook-ups, and your let downs. For that one girl to experience one of these three things in her date means something is either really wrong, or amazingly right.

The girl always has a list of what she needs in a boy, but the one for the out of the ordinary teen goes something like this,

Perfect hair

Perfect smile

Perfect personality

Perfect family

Perfect body

Perfect grades

Perfect friends

Perfect lips

Perfect job

And last but not least, the most amazing , heartbreaking, eyes.

I mean sure, you might find a guy with maybe three of those traits, but in reality, no guy is worth making a fuss over. With every guy that you date, you get to experience the jerk side of him. You may think he has the most amazing personality ever, but in reality, that guy will wind up breaking your heart, taking the piece of dignity from you, or he might just be using you.

No guy wants to hear you complain about your life, and certainly if you think your fat. Guys are simple creatures, and they only need the smallest amount of complaining out of you. The more you complain, he will realize that you are not what he thought you were at all. He will think that you are a spoiled brat, an ignorant wretch, or just the worst…a stuck up blonde.

I mean, I have no offense against blondes, but the more the complain, the more the horns will stick out. They will complain about food, their family, or their friends, and no one needs that. For the quarterback of the football team to date the head cheerleader just is screaming popularity. That is just screaming that they need, or want more friends, or that they wanted to prove that they are better than everyone.

The simple things in life can make that one day all the more worth while. Instead of complaining, why can't people just try writing their thoughts down, and the throwing them away. It always worked for me. I mean, who wants to sit and listen, when you can just throw away all of those complaints and save people the trouble of listening to you, because in reality, no one really cares about your complaints.

"Jinny!" my best friend Jayden called out to me in the crowded lunch room.

"Jayden!" I screamed back even though we were only a few feet away.

He came up to me and hugged me tightly, "How's my bestest, most amazing, superior, loud, obnoxious, beautiful, and the most talented friend today?"

I laughed, "I guess I'm doing okay. How's my bestest, rudest, loudest, annoying, tallest, smartest friend doing these days. I barely see you anymore," I said with a frown.

He laughed a little, "You know we have to hectic schedules. My parents forced me to do basically every club, extra-curricular activity, and ever spare class I can to get into a good college. And with you," he paused to laugh a little, "You're little Ms. Perfect."

I laughed, "Yea. In what world are you talking about?"

All Jayden did was smile and walk away into his fifth period class: World Literature.

I sighed and say down at the table I was sitting at before. A little while after, my best friend, Amelia, showed up.

"Hey, Jinny," she said with a huge grin on her face.

"Hey, Amelia," I said with no expression. "What is wrong with you?"

She laughed, "Nothing, silly. But you will never guessed what I just heard!"

I laughed a little, "I'm not even going to ask what you heard, because I know that you will tell me anyways," I said looking up to her.

Amelia had the perfect body, the perfect curves, the perfect crystal blue eyes, and the perfect jet black hair. She is loved by every guy in this class, and yet she chooses to save herself for the right guy. She claims that no one is even close to what she thinks is the perfect man, but also, she always said that we would get a boyfriend on the same day. Of course I told her that no guy even thinks of me in that way, but she apparently doesn't think the same way.

"Well, this might just be a rumor, but," she said while squealing.

"Just spit it out, Amelia!" I finally shouted while everyone looked over to us.

She say down and laughed a little, "How good of friends are you and Jayden? And I mean really, no just 'were doing good,' or 'just really good friends,' you have to be completely honest, Jinny. If you want to hear what I have to say, then you have to tell me."

I sighed and looked back down, "I honestly don't know, Amelia. And frankly, I really don't want to hear what you have to say. It'll either be about me, or some random stuff that I won't get until someone explains. I guess Jayden and I are just really good friends," I said while frowning a little.

Amelia laughed, "You so know that you so want him. Everyone can see it. The way it just pops out in this sea foam green eyes, the way you walk when you are around him. Everyone see's that it is so obvious. Jinny, if you like him, just tell him already!"

I sighed and looked up, "I don't like him that way! There is no way that we could work out. There is no possible way that he could like a girl like me. Really, Amelia, all I do is sing and play guitar. And what does he do? He does every possible thing there is to do!"

She laughed, "First stage, Jinny: denial. You so want him, and he so wants you. Why do you think he is always around you when we go out. If it's the movies, he always offers to buy your ticket or popcorn. Or if we just watch a movie at him, he always sits right by you. And sometimes when you fall asleep and you are not on the couch anymore, Jayden always carries you up to your bed and makes sure your not sick before you leave, and what about-"

She just kept rambling, "Enough, Amelia! He just does that to be a good friend. I bet he would do the same thing for you too. There is no law saying that you can't be really good friends with a guy. Find it, show me, then I will believe you."

She just sighed, "You will never get the concept of guys, will you, Jinny? You have to accept the fact that you truly are beautiful, and that you are so self-conscious of yourself. You need to be the Jinny we all knew once; the one who wasn't afraid to be around anyone, and just have a really good time in life. You were never worried about what the other kids said, you just liked to have fun. Where did my best friend go?" she said with a frown.

I frowned a little bit, "I honestly don't know. I guess I just got sick of her."

The truth about Jayden is, that we tried being a couple during sophomore year, but it just didn't work out well enough. We knew that the other person liked the other one, but we just couldn't come to think of what the other kids would say.

There was a time when we went on this date to the park, and we sat by my favorite tree. He made us this unbelievable picnic, and the just relaxing by the tree. Before I fell asleep, I remember I carved our initials into the tree. When we both fell asleep, we awoke in the same position, and we didn't get up for at least a few hours.

That date that he took me on was the day that he told me that he loved me. It was right before I fell asleep. I told him that I was tired, and he told me we could just stay there all night if I wanted to. Right before I fell asleep, he quietly whispered 'I love you,' into my ear, and those three words are what made me realize that I could actually love someone without lying.

"Jinny, you just have to love yourself. I've talked to Jayden multiple times, and he always said the same things, 'I love that girl,' and I knew he didn't mean in a friend way, but in a relationship way. The way that he looks at you when you two are alone-"

I had to intercede for a moment, "Wait, how do you how he looks at me when we are alone?"

Amelia blushed for a moment, "I just happened to be there. But that is besides the point! Jinny, he is in love with you! Do you know what that boy would do to have a date with you? I bet you anything that he would give up anything he loved just to be with you. One day or another you will realize that you are in love with him too."

I laughed, "Yea. That will be the day," I said as the fifth period bell rang.

After fifth period, it was time for my favorite class of the day: music. Jayden also shared this class, and he also played the guitar.

As I got to the room, Jayden put his hands over my eyes and said, "Guess who?"

I laughed for a minute, "Hm. I don't know. Evan maybe?"

Jayden got tense for a minute, "What is Evan to you?"

I laughed and pulled him to the corner to talk with him. "Jayden, you know we both said that we could see other people-"

"No. You said that we could see other people, I was the one o say 'why?' I know that even you can remember that much, Jinny."

I sighed, "It just wasn't working, Jayden. I know that you loved me, and I just couldn't say it back then. We were both young, and we had, and have, our futures to look forward to. We both have our dream colleges, and they are so far away. We wouldn't last anyways."

He looked sad for a minute, "Jinny," he said while tucking loose strands of hair behind my ear. "We were sophomores, now we are seniors. We have both matured, and we have both became better friends. I know that you know that you didn't want it to end when it did, and I know that I really want you back. Being 'good friends' isn't working out for me," he said with a smile.

I sighed, "Jayden-"

Our music teacher, Mr. West interrupted us, "Mr. Parker, Ms. Alistair, would you mind joining us this period?"

"We will finish this later," I said right before I took my seat.

"So you all know that we have the annual music contest coming up, and a while ago I told you to be ready today to play the piece that you would consider entering. So to start things off, Ms. Alistair, would you please go first for us."

I stood up with my Ibanez guitar, "I couldn't think of anything better," I responded.

I took my seat in the front of the classroom on the high stool. "This is a son that I wrote a few years ago."

As I started the into, tears started to fill my eyes. Even thought I kept them under control for the song, I just couldn't help but think that Jayden was right. I actually needed him.

After this last verse, I knew that I had to get him back before any one else did. I do miss fighting with him, I do miss screaming his name, and I miss the way that he always held me close to protect me from any danger.

And this song is the way that I love Jayden Parker.