Austin
Just keep going, just keep going, you're almost there.
Repeating this mantra to myself, I speed down the sidewalk, bumping into various people as I go along, ignoring their mean stares and running away.
I'm gonna punch something, I'm gonna punch something, I know I'm close to it. Do you know how hard it is to pretend like you want to be friends with the girl you have such strong feelings for? Sure, things got awkward, but it was a nice awkward, y'know? At least I was with someone I cared about.
And then somehow someway we decided to be friends? I don't know how we got to that decision but it happened, and I'm not happy. I hope she's not happy either. She did ask me not to pull away, so she can't completely hate my guts.
But...Ally's all full of "logic thinking" and "everything happens for a reason" and all that crap. She really can't actually be glad that we're friends, she can't have really hated us dating, could she?
Anger swells through me and I sprint towards the bus stop, rubbing my arms to make myself warm.
Wait...I brought a jacket with me. And I think I gave it to...
Ally.
It's not that I'm really that cold, I can survive the dense, hot bus without it, but part of me just wants to see her again, make sure from her facial expression that she really just wants to be friends. Call it insanity, but I'm already a a few steps away from her building lobby, taking deep breaths as I run through the crowded downtown Miami streets.
Running clears my mind and I actually avoid thinking about her until I reach the warm decorated lobby of her apartment. I cringe as I remember the many times we'd sit on the expensive-looking lounge chairs and pretend to give each other interviews on the off chance that a show would actually want me there. We'd always end up laughing at my weird answers and fall into a comfortable silence. Determinedly, I stride up to the elevator that leads to her side of the building and ram my finger against it while I catch my breath.
Minutes pass and the stupid elevator still hasn't come down to lead me to my Ally. Doesn't it realize that the entire state of my relationship with Ally depends on it delivering me up to her?
"Excuse me, is something wrong here? I've been waiting for a while," I cry out to the concierge sitting by a large glass table across from me.
"Sorry, sir, let me check." He types away on his computer and checks the security images. "Er, someone's stuck in there. You might want to take the stairs until we get them out. Sorry," he says panicking, loosening his tie and reaching for the phone.
Quickly I find the side door and enter the empty emergency stair section. 5 flights of stairs and 1 coughing fit later, I reach Ally's apartment, 5204. Using the spare key she gave me before, I enter and launch myself on the couch, finding the house empty.