AN: Okay, I like this chapter a lot! :D I'm sorry, but I really do. So the song that goes with this is "Goodbye" by Secondhand Serenade. Good song and kinda fits here. R & R please! Thankies! Dedicated to MoonLightShadowBeams! Bestie on ! ;)

Chapter 7

Our eyes just stare into each other's as I stood there, rethinking. My eyes fly to his wrist, covered by the cuff of his jacket, which had been rolled before. I notice his sleeve was pulled down further on the right side, most likely to cover up his wristlet. I sigh, looking back to his eyes, making my decision.

"Can I talk to you about your bracelet?" I ask, bringing it up this way to make sure he won't just run as he did in the cafeteria. His mouth parts slightly, as to say something soft. But he closes it with callous eyes. I'm taken back for the few moments of silence before his cruel answer. He walks past me, causing me to turn to face him again.

"What bracelet?" His tone hits my heart hard, his voice coming from his throat in a rather ruthless sound. I grab his hand swiftly, pushing up his cuff up to touch his elbow. He shoves away from me, his expression turning to a scowl. Taking a step back, he grimaces.

"What about it?" he asks in a monotone way. A light gasp escapes my mouth as I frown.

"I-I-I think I know where-" I begin, but he cuts me off with more brutal words.

"No, you sure as hell don't know," his anger climaxing. "You like this bracelet so much?" he asks, a tear traveling down my cheek. He took the thin black cord off and slammed it down on the ground near my feet, causing me to jump inside. "Take it."

With that, he turned on his heel and started to leave me in his dressing room. By now multiple tears had slipped down my usually rosy cheeks. I take action as he reaches the door. Now this is not one of those moments. This is not that moment that only comes once or twice in a lifetime. This is the moment where I don't need an invisible force to carry me, but my conscience takes its place.

"Chad!" I yell after him, running to catch up with him. I reach the door in time to hold it in place. He's caught in the doorway, our eyes finally meeting after what seemed like forever. But this eye contact is worse than his words. It shows that he wasn't lying to me, but speaking the harsh words of truth.

"Next time I leave, give me enough time to get over you."

December 7th, 2005

SPOV

I was sitting there, just doodling. It never started off as anything at all. Random scribbles and lines began to fill the page. My iPod played a simple song of Secondhand Serenade. I didn't know the lyrics, but the melody played in my head from time to time.

I looked around my desk for inspiration. Nothing seemed to come to mind as I looked past schoolbooks and loose blank pages of an old notebook. Nothing seemed to come to mind when I peered over old sketches of trees and pretty vases. Nothing seemed to come to mind when I looked into my drawer. I found erasers, pencil shavings, and a ripped sheet of paper, barely noticeable by the amount of dust it had attracted. I putted it up and blew off the layer of thick dust. I flattened it out on the desk and read the faintly written numbers, making me fell worse than my already harsh mood. It read:

"923-445-7612."

CPOV

I was lying on my bed, bored of course. Rehearsal had gone fine today and lunch was incredibly appetizing, but something just felt wrong about that night. I tossed my long blonde curls out of my eyes as I sighed deeply. I sat up, hoping I could find something to do tonight that was worthwhile. I didn't feel like turning on the TV and I didn't feel like reading any articles in Tween Weekly. I looked around my rather grand bedroom, bored out of my wits.

I saw some old scripts on my dresser, so to preoccupy myself; I decided to clean up a bit. On my way, I passed my stereo, instantly turning it on to a familiar song. I remembered the name and the tune, but the rest was a blur. It was called Goodbye as the chorus reminded me. It wasn't exactly cheering me up since it was such a slow song, but I liked it anyway.

I grasped my marked up scripts, drawn on with highlighter and threw them in the nearby rubbish bin, sighing. I found a few loose items the top of my dresser like a loose button and a slip of paper and decided to throw those along with the scripts. I was about to go back to my bed, willing to call it a night when I was stopped. I saw out of the corner of my eye, that there was something mysterious written on the section of parchment. I hunched over the trash and pulled out the note, blowing out the layer of dust.

"AllisonM569 yahoo. com," it read. I tilted my head at the email address, wondering where it was from. It hit me like a ton of bricks and I began to wonder to myself.

SPOV

I was sitting at my desk with my pencil in hand. I looked down at the loose leaf lying under the note with a phone number. I pulled the sketch I had absentmindedly been drawing and stared at it with a slight gasp at my accuracy. My pencil slipped out of my grasp, but I barely noticed. With the rip of paper next to it, I glanced back and forth, wonder still swirling through my mind. I was meaning to be drawing but I realized I had written something in sloppy script, a penmanship unfamiliar to me. I read the words out loud, but so quietly it was more like a faint mumble of a whisper.

"I miss you." And with the words, I gazed across my room, my eyes weak from weariness. Sitting on my pillow was my cell phone, mocking me with opportunity. I sighed, wondering many questions. I walked slowly to my bed, picking up my phone. I turned it on, looking at the bright screen. And with limp and shaking fingers, I began to type.

"923-445-"

CPOV

I raced to my computer, tapping the space bar twice, anxious. The machine woke up from its sleep and I clicked on the Internet with opened immediately. My homepage loaded, showing Gmail on my screen. I smiled weakly, starting a new email. I typed in the email with speedy fingers. I wrote the subject as "I miss you." A faint smile appeared as my speed slowed. I began to write the email, my words taking longer and longer. After about five minutes I ended up with:

"Hey Allison. Everything's going great in Hollywood. But I'm emailing you because I want to tell you something. And I know this isn't the best way to do it and I'm sorry, but I need to get this to you. So, Ally, the truth is that I want to be more than-"

SPOV

And then I stopped. My fingers moved from the keys to the off switch. With a lump in my throat I pressed it, the light turning to black and the numbers disappearing from my mind. I tossed my phone to the pillow, a tear rolling down my cheek. One thing came to my mind as I sat down on the cushions, putting my head between my kneecaps. The slow music then seemed to ridicule me.

"It's time to say goodbye. We're better off this way. We're better off this way. All I had to say was goodbye." The lump becoming bigger in the base of my throat, I let more tears fall. Then a thought came to mind, the thought seeming so important I spoke it aloud.

CPOV

And then I stopped. I clicked the cancel button, not wanting to see it as a draft. I slammed my computer, sitting there with no words I could think of. So the music playing sang them for me.

"It's time to say goodbye. We're better off this way. We're better off this way. All I had to say was goodbye." I swallowed tears, not wishing to cry. I didn't want to see a reply, I told myself. I won't see her again, I told myself. I don't need to see if she feels the same way, I told myself. Then a thought came to mind, the thought seeming so important I spoke it aloud.

"Why didn't she call me?"

"Why didn't he email me?"

AN: People have been asking if the last part is a flashback. The main story line is in the present tense, so it's 2010. Anything with a date before that is a flash back and is in past tense. Kay, thanks for everything! ;D