Hey, I'm back with another chapter! I know, I know, this took WAY too long. I'm not gonna come up with any excuses, just a quick apology. Sorry. Enough talking here's the chapter!

Eli's POV

I didn't talk to Sara for a few weeks, I wanted to, but just seeing her in the hallways hurt. Why do every girl I find that I feel like I can get close to in one way or anther just…slips away?

I started having breakdowns, one minute I'd be fine and telling myself I could handle my feelings and the next thing I knew I'd be angry and acting like a monster. My parents realized how bad it was getting when I threw my laptop on the floor and snapped it in half. They took me to my therapist and I got diagnosed with bipolar disorder.

I was a little scared at first, then things started to make things, then I couldn't help but wonder 'What would Sara think of me?'. I got put on some medications, and started seeing my therapist more. I use to not like talking to her, I felt like I could handle things on my own and be independent. But once I actually started to it helped. And she told me if I continued with what I was doing I could live a normal stable life, which made me feel a lot better.

After a few weeks Morty was alive again, but I still couldn't drive him with the hunk of plastic on my leg (which would come off soon hopefully). I wasn't even sure if I wanted to yet.

And finally the day came when I got my cast off. I relived. I had to get use to walking without it again, but I was able to adjust quickly. The next day when I was leaving for school, I thought of walking. But the weather said rain later on. Morty was right there .

I really do love my car, which is something not many teenagers can say. But it had so many bad memories. Julia dying, Clare breaking up with me. What if this thing was like a bad luck charm? I don't know why but I decided to drive it to school.

Sara's POV

It was a few weeks after the incident with Eli and Justine. I haven't talked to either one of them since. Justine was pissed for a few days, but then she started making me jealous by hanging out with other friends. She made sure to laugh or talk extra loud when I walked by in the halls. It didn't bother me. I don't know why I stuck with her for so long. She could be supportive at times, but other then that, she would either be more concerned with her problems or just brought me down during mine.

Eli on the other hand, I kinda missed talking to him. I was just starting to get to know him, and like him, a lot. Normally when I stop talking to a guy I like I get over him after a few days. But with Eli, I wasn't. And I never really saw him in the halls anymore. He disappeared just as fast as he magically popped into my life.

But then I was walking into school one morning, when in the corner of my eye I saw a strange black car. I turned my head to see a hearse. Justine mentioned that was the kind of car Eli use to drive before he crashed it. So I waited to see if he was the one driving. It stopped and the driver door opened. He was. He slammed the door shut and then turned around.

Our eyes met for a second. I quickly turned around and walked into school. Well that was awkward. Was it always gonna be like this now? I hoped not, I kinda hated it.

Eli's POV

I don't see Sara in weeks, then I catch her staring at me before she runs off. Was she trying to avoid me now or something?

Sure enough, it started raining during the school day, hard and heavy. I was kinda glad I drove Morty today. I began driving out of the school student parking lot, and had to look both ways before turning. When who do I see standing on the sidewalk?

Sara.

She had her hood up to keep from getting more soaked then she was already becoming. I had a cell phone by her ear. She put it in her pocket after a few seconds before groaning.

Should I offer her a ride? It seemed like she might need one. But we haven't talked for a while so would it be…awkward. But I didn't wanna just leave her there to get poured on. Maybe her ride was just late. But…it couldn't hurt to ask.

I rolled down my window. "Need a ride?" I called to her. She looked over at me as if she didn't believe I was talking to her. "Need a ride, Sara?" I added.

"You sure?" She finally asked.

"Would you rather get poured on?" She thought about it for a second, then finally walked over. She opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. She shut the door and rolled the window up for me. She took off her hood and let her brown hair flow out of it, then began searching for a place to out her bag, since mine was taking up most of the space up front.

"You can just throw it back there." I told her. She then looked behind her, to the never-ending back. She looked unsure. "There's no dead bodies back there, trust me." I joked. She finally just dropped it close by her and I began to drive.

There was an awkward silence between us for awhile. Sara stared out her window watching the raindrops roll by and I drove. I could've turned my music on, but I wasn't sure if she liked listening to punk-rock.

"So…what happened to your ride?" I finally asked. Someone needed to start a conversation. She looked over at me.

"Missed my bus and my mom wasn't answering her phone." She replied.

"It'll be worth it to get your license." I told her.

"Tell me about it." She said. I then thought of something.

"You know, it would be easier to take you home if I knew where you lived."

"Oh right. Um…my neighborhood is just a few more blocks straight down, you can just drop me off at the opening." She explained.

"Wouldn't it be easier to just drop you off at your driveway?"

"It's fine, I'm one of the first houses. 'Sides, if my mom is home, I don't know how she'll react to me getting out of a hearse." She brought up.

"Oh right." We didn't say anything for awhile. Sara finally pointed out her window.

"My neighborhood is right here." I pulled over and stopped. She sat there for a second.

'Aren't you gonna get out?" I asked.

"Yeah, sorry, just blanked out for a sec." Sara said then went for her bag. Some papers fell out. "Damn it." She muttered. She picked a few up. I took a closer look at them. They looked like pictures. I picked one up. It was of an old run-down swing-set. Black and white. One swing was hanging by one string. It looked…cool.

"You took this?" I asked.

"Y-yes." She answered putting the others in her bag.

"With a film camera?"

"Uh-huh."

"It's really good. you got some talent."

"Thanks." She said taking the compliment…and tucking some hair behind her ear. It was quiet for another minute.

"So…are we past this whole "Not Talking" phase?" I finally asked.

"I guess. But…" Nothing good ever comes after but. She stopped for a second."

"What's your excuse?"

"I do wanna talk to Eli. And be friends and… stuff. But I have a past. A very long, messed-up and kinda heartbreaking one. There's just a lot you don't know about me. And…I need to take some time off before I can get close to someone again." She vented and explained. Although it kind of hurt to hear her say that, I knew exactly where she was coming from. I was in the same position as her.

"Sara," I said, she looked at me straight in the eye. "I know what you're going trough more then you think. Trust me, I have a past too. And I know people talk about me, but there's a side nobody knows about. And it may take awhile, but I'd willing to tell you about it someday." I opened up to her. She looked at me for a second.

"Thanks Eli. But can we be friends for awhile before we go any farther?"

"No problem."

"Thanks." We stared at each other for a second. I was tempted to do something. Hug her, maybe even…kiss her.

"I should probably leave now." She finally said.

"See you tomorrow?"

"Definitely." She answered before getting out. As awkward as that conversation was when you think about it, I'm glad we were talking again. And that we both agreed we weren't ready to go anywhere past friends yet. I did like Sara, but I was willing to wait.

I was beginning to start driving home when I noticed, she left her picture.

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