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Author's Note: I've always pride myself on originality…that is why I am so slow. This topic has been calling me, it's been saying "pick me…come on…pick me…" but it gave me some grief … that is until I saw Home and Away. What can I say, I was inspired. But then I had to make sure no one else had the same approach…why would I want to re-write someone else's idea, just with a different character? Anyway, don't expect my updates to get any sooner. School is evil (especially Government and French. Je me fache!) and I basically have doctor appointments every week, but I'll try to update sooner!
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Yield
Growing up, I was always the hard-headed, stubborn kid. That's probably why I went into racing. My entire life, I've been this competitive person who stops for no one; my eyes are always on the prize as my dad had frequently told me growing up. But who can blame a girl from acting like this when she has five older brothers! A girl has to protect herself somehow through all the torment and teasing' no, I never gave into anything. Nothing was too big to handle…or so I thought. How naïve was I.
Because of m brothers, I became stubborn. I'm not talking about normal teenage stubborn, but tom-boy stubborn. Because I lived in a house with six boys and no girls, I had become basically become "one of the boys". I have never been seen as a girl. It's not that I didn't like boys, I actually liked boys a lot growing up, it's just I never knew how to actually act like a girl, and being from a small town doesn't help either. In those scenarios, you choose who you'll be labeled as when you're five. And since I couldn't be a girl, I just decided to beat out all of the boys. Nobody ever put me in a box and told me I couldn't do anything…I never gave into that stereotypical pattern.
Much to my relief, I was given a second chance at the whole "girl" thing. Much to my surprise, it hasn't been as bad as I always assumed it to be; it's actually nice to be seen as a girl. I've always been seen as either this freakish tom-boy freak or this object of hotness by all the guys I've ever encountered with my racing. But know that I'm here, at the Hartford's; it's nice to be seen as just a pretty girl who can kick some serious butt, especially by a certain blonde hair, grey eyed man. I don't understand what's so amazing about him. I've met so many cuter, and way hotter guys, but, Tyzonn just has this special something, this certain, finesse about him When I saw the way he smiled and opened up to me, I knew this was my new project; my new goal and Ronny always succeeds.
The first few days were pretty awkward. I smiled, he smiled, hellos were exchanged, and the boring, "how are yous" were said, and then the uncomfortable silence came. After that, the next few months went surprisingly well. He slowly, but surely, began to open up to me. We would walk in the garden together just to talk, or play random games together like tennis or just racing each other. Of course, I always won. I'm not sure, however, if it was because I'm better, or that he let me win. Either way, it made me happy. He would also give me these little random things like a flower or a seashell; anything small like that. The best part about them, though, was he had some sort of meaning behind each one of them like "It reminded me of your smile" or "it looks like something you would like." After a while, I began to forget about the whole "goal" thing. Instead, I just focused on us, and the way I melted every time he smiled or touched me. I had become that girly girl that I never was. It would have sickened me too, that is, if I wasn't so much in love.
However, things can't stay perfect forever, right? So, Crazar came along and basically crushed Tyzonn's heart into a million and a half pieced. I know I had it bad for him when it hurt me so much when he was in pain; I didn't even know why. Eventually, we were able to find out why he was hurting so much. His fiancé on Mecuria was killed in that cave in. I must admit that I was jealous for a split second, until I remembered that she was dea-…gone. I know that it is really shallow and cruel to think like that, but give me some credit. I genuinely felt sorry for Tyzonn. His lost his fiancé due to his call of order. I can't even imagine how I would feel. The worst part had to be seeing the pain in his eyes and knowing there was no real way to rid that expression from him. So I did the only thing I knew that I could do to comfort him…I gave him a hug. We've hugged in the past and there is always something there: attraction, comfort, friendliness, safety, something. But this hug, it felt empty and emotionless. It was almost like he just wanted me to leave and not return for quite a while…like rejection. It hurt, but in the end, it gave me a new goal: Mission make Tyzonn feel better. I would not admit defeat…never admit it.
After the whole ordeal with Tyzonn gone missing and then the Vella thing, I had a quick chat with Dax. He explained to me about Tyzonn's out burst of how she was the most important person in his life, ever. I felt this tinge of disappointment, or was it hurt. I'm not quite sure what it was, but I tried to shove it away and put myself in his shoes; how would I feel if I was tormented repetitively with the memory of my lost fiancé? But I just couldn't stop thinking that he didn't find me as important as he was to me. I felt like I was insignificant to him at that time.
When he did come back, after the fearcats were destroyed, he seemed…different. He wasn't different in necessarily a bad way. He just seemed happier, at least from the inside. Throughout his entire rant of his mission being complete, I had this gut feeling that something wasn't right, something bad was coming. I was begging to God that my gut would be wrong, but who and I kidding, my gut feeling is never wrong. He told us that Vella was still alive somewhere and he would stop at nothing to find her. And there it went. My stomach fell out of my butt; there was no way I could compete with "the most important person in his life". I could turn into this manipulative and cruel person and attempt to ruin their relationship just to improve mine, but I don't think I have that in me. My stupid conscious was telling me to be good, and just reminding me of my past pains that I tried to hide away deep in my heart, hoping they would never surface back to my brain.
My mom died when I was about seven. She was my everything and she left. However, my dad was hurt so much more than I was. He loved her with every fiber of his being, and then she was gone. I cried, but what seven-year-old wouldn't when their role model dies? He would always tell me that if you loved someone unconditionally and without reason, you should be able to let them go. Even at the age of seven, I knew he was saying it spite of himself. I just hoped that I would never have to worry about that dilemma ever again. However, you know that the thing you want least to happen always happens, especially to me. I think that is why I tried to hide myself from relationships and made sure I never gave into anything; to prevent myself from being hurt that much again. But, inevitably, it still happens.
After seeing that new life, that hope, that genuine love in his eyes, I knew what I had to do. I needed to step down and let Tyzonn go. I had to let him be happy, no matter how much it hurt me and how broken my heart had become. Under normal circumstances, I would never, but because I let myself fall in love with him, I would. For the first time in my life, Ronny Robinson, the stubborn, bull-headed, tom-boy, goal oriented girl who had fallen in love, would yield. I would force myself to step back, just for his happiness. He's happy now, well, will be. If I love him though, should that make me happy that he's happy? Nevertheless, I'll hide my heart and true self for his sake. With the life of his love, it feels like I lost the life of my love. Hmm, this must be how Tyzonn felt all those years ago during the cave-in. That's why he was so brooding.
Author' Note: So Please tell me what you think of it. I turned somewhat into an angst like story, it wasn't what I originally intended, but I think it turned out all right. I hope you all feel the same way! Just remember…reviews make for a happy author, and a happy author makes for a good story, and a good story leads to happy reads…wait that's all of you! So in short, please review!