This is Brodie's POV, because I think his side of the story should be expressed here. And I think it would be totally fun to write from the guy's point of view for once.

Disclaimer: I don't own Mickey D's or Long John's.

I picked up my drumstick and started whacking my bed. Why do I have to be so freaking stupid? I just let the girl of my dreams go, over something so childish. I have got to be the most idiotic guy in the world.

At school today, I found out even after Darcy and I planned be a couple, she was going to go on a date with Jake again. Well, she did say she had to take care of something before we could go any further, but I never expected it to be this. So naturally, being the jealous idiot that I am, I got mad. I said some things to Darcy that I really regret now. I invited my ex to come home with me after school. When we got home, I had a sudden attack of conscience. I told Alex that I had to talk to Darcy. She was pretty mad, but I didn't really care. All I cared about was Darcy. I called her over and over, but she never answered.

I was really worried, so I got Alex into my car and started looking for Darcy. I had no idea where to look, but with Darcy, I sort of felt where she was. I looked in McDonalds first, but it turns out she was next door, in Long John's. I got out of the car and went in, followed a little too closely by Alex. I spotted Amanda and Darcy sitting in a booth and went over there. I made the mistake of saying we were worried about you, and Darcy went off. Instead of calming her down, like a good boyfriend (or almost boyfriend) would do, I went off at her too, but in Alex's defense. Gosh, looking back at it now, an hour later, it was really idiotic.

I left Alex at Long John's on purpose. I went home and tried calling Darcy again, but she just picked up and hung back up. By that time, I was actually crying. That's a first. I had never in my life cried over a girl until then. I haven't cared that much about a girl, either. So why did I screw it all up, I ask myself now.

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name, it sounds so sweet, coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words, it makes me weak. My phone was ringing. I sighed and picked it up. Joel.

"Hey," I said. My eyes were still producing tears, but my voice wasn't crackling like it would be if I was crying hysterically like before. I was all too thankful for that.

"Hey, dude, Amanda just told me about you and Darcy," he said. I met Joel and Amanda at camp. They were really good friends, so I'm not surprised Joel knew about Darcy and me.

"Yeah," I sighed. I didn't want to be reminded of my stupidity.

"You have to go to her house, genius," he said. I can't believe I hadn't thought of that before.

"What if she doesn't want to see me?" I asked.

"She wants to see you, even if she doesn't act like it. Girls love it when you go to their house when they're mad," he explained omnisciently. I was impressed.

"How do you know all this stuff, dude?" I asked.

"Women's intuition," Joel explained, laughing a little.

"What the heck?" I said. I started laughing.

"You wouldn't understand. My women's intuition tells me that she is at her house. Go get 'em, Brodie," Joel said. He cracks me up. It's probably going to wear off on me in time.

I pulled up to Darcy's house. I paused for a moment, then got out and rang the doorbell. Her mom answered the door.

"Brodie! I haven't seen you in a while. How are you? Would you like something to eat or drink?" she asked. She's really nice, almost too nice.

"No thanks, I'm fine. Can I see Darcy?" I asked. She smiled.

"She's in her room."

I walked down the hallway and knocked on her door. I heard her get off her bed and walk over to the door.

"Brodie," she sighed. She had tear streaks down her face.

"I'm really sorry. I wasn't thinking. But I was thinking about you," I said. I don't think it helped too much. I stepped into the room and she closed the door.

"You brought your ex with you to find me? I know it would be reasonable if you were just friends with her and it was immediately after school, but you're not and it wasn't. How long were you with her?" she asked. She sounded really mad. She started crying again, but not sobbing. Just tears.

"Only an hour and a half, but Darcy," I said. She shoved my shoulder.

"That's too long. I thought you loved me. You told me you did, remember? At the movies Sunday night," she said.

"I love you, really. It's just when I found out you were going back out with Jake, I got mad and wanted, um, to get equal, I guessI'm so sorry. Alex and I didn't even do anything. As soon as I got home, I started calling you," I said.

"I was just going to tell Jake that I didn't want to go out with him any more," she said. She crossed her arms around her stomach. She looked like she was hugging herself.

I walked over and put my arms around her waist. She didn't pull away. I figured that was a good sign.

"I'm so sorry. I love you," I said. She unfolded her arms and put them around my neck. She rested her head on my shoulder.

"I love you, too."

She pulled away and looked into my eyes. I kissed away every tear that streamed from her eyes.