A/N Okay. Hey guys. Congrats if you read this. That means your pretty cool. Haha. But anyways, I've never done one of these. And by one of these, I mean an actual story or an Author's Note. So here goes.
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Sorry about the long wait, here's the chapter! (In advance, sorry about the editing mistakes, if there are any!)
It's weeks later. I still miss him. I love Nick, and it's killing me.
I'm depressed, to put it lightly. Everyone can tell. My classmates, my friends, my parents, my siblings. Nick can tell, and he ignores it. But that's fair of him, considering I broke his heart.
I had to, though. I mean, Shawna wouldn't ---
No. You know what? I'm not even gonna go there. I'm not gonna think of something I know is gonna make me break down.
Anyways.
I just keep thinking about the night I broke up with him. I can't help it, its like its burned into my memory.
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I was distant all week, and Nick could tell. I would dodge him when he tried to kiss me on the lips, and I wouldn't hug him anymore. I wouldn't really talk to him at lunch, or anytime, really. I think he could tell what was coming, but he didn't know why.
My mom dropped me off. "Are you sure you're okay, honey?" She asked for the 97th time that night.
"Yeah, fine, Mom." I replied, trying not to get angry with her. After all, its not her who's making me break up with Nick.
"Love you." My mom said to me.
"You too." I was never good with emotions, which is why tonight would be hard.
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I was climbing up the stairs to Nick's room, emotionally numb. I heard The Fray coming through the walls of his bedroom, right down the hall. I loved the song that was playing. That's one of the many things that Nick & I had in common: music. Nick was the one who taught me to play guitar. We both liked to sing, too.
That's the thing. We were a great couple. We had a ton in common; we got along great. We goofed around, and we weren't one of those couples that had to make out all the time. We had been going out for about a year, but we had both liked each other for months before Nick had the nerve to ask me out.
Anyways.
I knocked on Nick's bedroom door, instead of barging into his room like I usually do.
"Come in!" He says, knowing it's me.
"Hey," I say to him quietly.
"Hey Max." Nick says, finally looking up, curious eyes searching mine.
"Soo..." Nick says, trying to fill the empty silence, knowing that he can't, but trying all the while.
Trying to get to the point, I sit down across from him on his bed. "Nick..." I trailed off, trying to find the right words. Nicks looks at me for a long time, finally putting two and two together and getting what I'll never be able to put into words.
"Why?" he whispers, like if he doesn't say it loud enogh, it won't be true.
"I... just need some space. I'm s-sorry." I got up, giving him one last long look that I hope will explain everything. As I'm walking out his bedroom door, I hear him mumble an, "I love you."
Completely shocked, tears fell down my cheeks. "I love you too," I mouthed, as I walked out of his life.