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Chapter 11

I'm Sorry

Hannah's Point of View

Meet me at the square at 11:30 tonight. The words kept running through my head. On one hand, he could have a perfectly legitimate reason for wanting me to meet him, on the other it may be some practical joke, knowing Spot Conlon, it probably was. But what if this isn't some kind of joke? What happens then if you don't go?

But what if it is a joke? That will certainly give him something to laugh about

And he doesn't have something to laugh about now?

I lay in bed fighting with myself on whether to go or not, until about ten till eleven I decided to take my chances and go. I rolled out of bed, picked up my shoes and crept down the stairs as quietly as I could. As soon as I was outside I slid my shoes on, and started heading towards the square. It was a gorgeous night, the stars where shining, the full moon was out; a light breeze was blowing from the direction of the harbor. It was perfect, alone, in the city, which for once seemed totally silent. I took my time getting to the square and arrived with about 10 minutes to spare, I sat down by the statue to wait for Spot. 10 minutes passed, then 20, then 30, I was starting to get tired and decided this must have been a prank when suddenly I heard footsteps crossing the square and I felt someone sit down next to me. I opened my eyes and saw that it was Spot.

"Took ya long enough" I said, closing my eyes again and leaning against the statue.

"I was…delayed"

"Sure that's what they all say"

"Thought you'd say that" he said, I could see a trace of that familiar smirk.

"So…why did ya want to meet me here?"

"I just thought that we had to straighten some stuff out"

"You thought or you knew?" I said grinning evilly

He shrugged, "I guess I knew"

"Just the answer I expected"

"So, since when did you start going by Hannah?"

"Huh? Not sure what you mean by that" I said, though I knew perfectly well

"You know what I mean, Jenna"

I flinched at the mention of that name, "Hey, I just want to forget about that, ok? That's why I started going by Hannah, I wanted to start over."

"And you're having some difficulty with that" he said, not as a question but as a comment.

"Listen Conlon, I don't know what game you're playing but just let it go! Please!"

"Jen, just, relax, please"

"Will you stop calling me Jen or Jenna, me names Hannah now, a'right? I'm happy now; I don't want to remember the days of being Jenna"

"But ya need too, Jen, you can't just act like it never happened! Because it did!" He was yelling now, the two of us had had plenty of fights, but this was the first in awhile.

"Ya know what Conlon? I don't even know why I even showed up here! 'Cause if you are just gonna lecture me it ain't worth my time!" I was on my feet now "thanks for wantin' to talk but I am not in the mood right now," I spun and began leaving the square.

"Jen!" He ran after me and grabbed my wrist, "listen, you've been worryin' me, with all this "Hannah" stuff"

"Ya mean ya actually care? News to me!" I shot back

"Jen, just listen…"

"While you've been over in Brooklyn with that Seagull goil, I've been-"

"Jenna, will you just shut up and listen to me!" He interrupted

"No! If you actually did care about me like you've been sayin' then-"

"I do care!"

"Oh yeah? Prove it!"

"I do, but, differently than last time, I don't think we'll ever be able to get along like we used too"

I snorted "duh"

"So, I just wanted to say, sorry for never resolving the fight, sorry for not forgiving ya until now, and sorry about Seagull, ya happy now?"

I didn't realize until now that I was crying. I had missed Spot so much, the moonlit walks, the whispered promises, the quick kisses, but then we had fought, it was a stupid reason, I don't even remember what it had been over, but we had fought, and had never made up.

"I'm sorry too," I whispered. Then he hugged me, though not the same way he had before. We continued to talk; we walked through the streets, until around 3:30am when he dropped me off at the lodging house.

Before I went inside he held out his hand, "Friends?"

I shook it, "Friends."

Yes, yes, I know it was a little bit short, but I haven't had a lot of time to write, anyway continue to feed the muse by giving reviews and hopefully another chapter will be out soon!