A/N Sorry It has taken me so long to update , just been really busy , hope I don't disappoint:)
Macy's P.O.V
Bradley dropped me home after school. There was something about the atmosphere in the car that I just couldn't put my finger on. Brad had replied to all my questions but we didn't have the same banter we normally had. He was thinking hard about something and I wanted to know what it was but it looked like he wouldn't tell me voluntarily. He turned the engine off. "You coming in? I asked quietly. He shook his head "I have to go". I leant forward "What's wrong Brad?" He shifted in his seat uneasily. "Nothing". I bit my lip. What the actual fuck? We sat in silence for a couple of minutes until I was sick of it and grabbed my bag, leaving the car " Call me when you want to tell me whatever is wrong with you and actually want to communicate with me" I said angrily slamming the door."Shut up Macy" I heard him shout. I hastened up the path to my house not looking back until I was actually inside. Then I peaked through the window. He was still there sitting in his car looking like an idiot. He hit his steering wheel annoyed and finally turned his car on and drove off. Good ridance
I stomped upto my room wondering what was wrong with him. Boys are idiots. Turning on my ipod in its dock , I pressed the volume up loud. I was alone in the house until tomorrow. Normally Brad would stay over night with me but I didn't want to ask if he was being such a tit. "Right lets crack on" I said outloud. I pulled out my history file and started on a horrific essay that I'd been delaying. Yet half an hour later I hadn't written much. My head was a mess. Bradley acting weird, Stella and the brothers back. I felt like screaming. Like I didn't have enough on my plate. I was having an almost conversation with myself "There is no reason for you to care about them coming back. Clearly they didn't when they left. And Brad is never normally like this. He'll sort himself out. Matter It wasn't. Ow. This essay was getting no where but I was detirmined to carry on. I reached into the cupboard above my head to pull out a textbook yet lots fell out. "For fuck's sake". I seemed to have taken up swearing as a way to vent. Bad habit. I picked up the crap that had fallen. History textbook, A battered copy of Looking for Alaska and something else a book with my name. My heart stilled and the sick feeling returned. It was my 16th birthday present of The Boys and Stella. Well one of them. I didn't know whether to look in or not. I thought I'd thrown it away. Clearly not. Tentativly I opened it and a bundle of photos just dropped out. Shaking I lifted one up. Stella and me at the ice rink at Winterwonderland , smiles bright on our faces. Anoter one Joe and I playing guitar hero. Both our faces deep in concentration. I think I won that one. There was one of us the whole lot of us , Frankie included having a food fight in the kitchen. We were all covered in cookie mix. I smiled despite myself crying inside. There was one final one face down on the floor. I knew which one it was but I couldn't help myself. I turned it over. It was Summer and Nick and I were in our special place up by the river creak. I'd been back there a few times since but It was too painful so I stopped going. But This photo was like opening the wounds that I thought had gone. Don't get me wrong . I really liked Brad and I was starting to even love him. But they had been part of my life for so long and to disappear. Well Lemme tell you it hurt. In the photo I was looking up to Nick where he was looking into the camera. He had taken the photo. We both looked so happy.
I vowed to myself that I would never cry over them anymore and I had no intention of breaking that promise. I grabbed up everything and stormed my way downstairs. Thank goodness my Mom wasn't home otherwise she'd be wondering what the heck was wrong with me and I didn't want to talk to anyone about anything right now . Not even Catriona or Brad. Definatly not Brad. I went outside and dumped the book in the trash. Good ridance to bad rubbish. "Back to history" I thought "Like the last ten minutes didn't just happen"
An hour later I had finished my essay , eaten and changed ready for bed. I had so much restless energy which I think came from the range of emotions I was feeling. I had nothing left to do and I didn't want to watch television. I grabbed a book from overhead and changed my ipod to my current favourite song "Broken Horses" by Freelance Whales. I let the soothing notes sway over me as I started to read. The song was on repeat and I found myself singing to myself softly. I was much calmer immediatly.
There was a knocking noise on my fron door but I took no notice. If it was important they'd call back when my parents were here. If It was Brad he'd either let himself in or call me. The thudding noise continued and I realised it didn't even sound like my front door knocker. I jumped up and opened my own bedroom door and Nick Lucas was stood in my doorway.
Nick's P.O.V
As soon as she saw who it was she became still. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. She was wearing plain grey sweatsuit pants and a plain white top yet she still looked beautiful. She was one of the only girls I knew that could just be naturally pretty and not try and wear loads of make-up. She always took my breath away "Your front door was left open" I tried to explain but the words were falting and seemed shambolic. She just stared at me as if I hadn't spoke not inviting me in. She rested her head on the door edge "What are you doing here ?' she spoke ,closing her eyes, her voice barely a whisper like it was causing her actual pain that I was there. "I needed to come and talk to you and apologise" I tried stepping forward. She still stood there refusing to let me by. "No" she said in that whispery voice I was begining to hate. "No what?" I asked. "Just no. I don't want you here. I want you should go". She sounded so detirmined. It was odd. "I'm back Macy" I said with more strength and conviction. "You can't just ignore me the whole year and hate me". Now she spoke with a bit more passion. That was the Macy I remembered not this quiet one. "I don't hate you. Any of you.. I don't want to waste energy hating you anymore. Its just too hard. So I feel... nothing towards you ". "So can we be friends?" I asked hopefully. "No we can't be anything Nick. Don't you get it . I don't care. I really don't. You moved on. So did I. Thats all I have to say on the matter. Now please go and don't ever come back." "Macy" I begged "Go!" She said "Leave me alone. Tell them all. Leave me alone" It was all spoken in that damm whisper like all the fight had been taken from her.
I turned and left although I really didn't want to. I wanted to comfort her and tell her how sorry I was and I would do anything for her and that I had been young and stupid. But She wasn't having any of it. I heard the door slam behind me and the sound of her sliding down the door to the floor. This had been a mistake. I walked down her stairs taking in her house. Nothing had changed except on thing. At the bottom of the stairs where Mine and Macy's prom photo was placed there was now one of Macy and the new boyfriend. I thought about smashing it but that would be childish.
Finally in my car I sat in the quiet. That had been such a mistake. Such a mistake. I looked forward. I didn't know what to do next. I was about to turn on my car when something caught my eye. By the bins. A colourful book. I got out of the car and realised what it was Her birthday present. She had put it in the trash ? I picked it up . I didnt want it going to the bins. Plus if any fans found it It would be round the internet within the next hour. They knew all about Macy although we tried to keep it down low even though I wanted to tell the world about how happy we were. I drove off. Aggitated and annoyed. Bum Move Nick . That went well . Not. My head a mess
Macy's P.O.V
I sat against my door just breathing until I heard my phone ring in my pocket. I pulled it out and caller ID said Bradley(:. I thought for a second but decided to answer it. "Hello" I said " Macy, I'm sorry about earlier. I don't know what was wrong with me. Just a bad mood and I shouldn't have taken it out on you." I could hear him breath deeply on the other end. "Are we ok?". No we weren't. Lots had changed. But I really didn't want to be alone tonight. "Come over. My folks are away. See you in ten" I said finally and ended the call before he could reply. I just lay on my bed. My head a mess
A/N Sorry again that it has taken so long. I really have been so uninspired but I thought just sit there and actually do it! So now I have to do my actual school work now :)Thanks for the postive reviews:) They are great. And the negative ones just make me laugh so faiiilll. I really recommend the broken whale song I am loving it at the mo :) Chuck me some reviews and maybe I'll have another update by the end of the day. Apologises for any mistakes as I dont have a spell check and I never read over. I'm just too lazy! The first chapters have all been fillers but the next couple of them will have more action which is always so good. Have a look at my other story as well:) But the Macy character in the other one has a different personality obviously so tell me which one you prefer :) Thanks for reading and in advance for reviews ahahah :) xx