She's Killing Me.

So, I made a story out of A Rocket To The Moon's "She's Killing Me". Really cute song. You should listen to it.

I used Nick and the band 'cause I felt like it and I was too tired to think of names

She's Killing Me.

Day 1

All my friends are coming over
And I hope nobody told her

"Yeah, man. See you in a few." I said into the phone. I walked towards the living room to watch TV while waiting for the guys to come over.

I heard the door open and close followed by three different voices.

"Hey, man. What do you need?" Justin asked as he, Loren, and Eric sat on the couch. As I looked at them, pure confusion adorned their faces.
"I want to surprise Dakota." I blurted.
"But why? She's done nothing good to you. She's a bitch. No offense." Loren defended.
"I know. Just help me out." I pleaded.
"Okay." They nodded their heads.
"So what's the plan, lover boy?" Eric asked.
"Here's how it'll happen." I began. Once I finished telling them the plan, I looked at them and waited.
"Dude, that's fool-proof!" Justin exclaimed.
"Really sweet, lover boy. Why are you doing this anyway?" Loren asked.
"I wanted to show her how special she is to me." I stated.
"Whipped." Eric said in a sing-song voice, Justin and Loren cheered with him.
"Am not. Are you going to help me or what?" I asked, annoyed.
"Okay, we're going to help."
"Alright, let's start." I got up.

Day 2

I got on that shirt she hates
I just know that face she'll make
Even though it hurts, she's my favourite pain

"Hey baby." I said once I got inside her house.
"Hey -- ew, what are you wearing?" She shrieked. She looked at my shirt as if it was some sort of disease she might catch just by looking at it. I looked down at my shirt, it was my favorite flannel shirt. The shirt she hated.
"A shirt." I replied.
"I know that. It's the shirt I told you to burn." She stated in a 'duh' tone. Sometimes I just want to smack her head off, how did I ever love this woman in the first place?
"It's my favorite shirt, why would I burn it?" I exclaimed. I was hurt by the way she acted, I loved this shirt.
"Ugh. Fine, let's just go."
"Where to this time?" I complained.
"To the mall, silly." She smiled her perfect smile. As she walked towards her car, I noticed her outfit. A 'TWLOHA' tee, a pair of skinny jeans, and her favorite high tops.
"But why?"
"I need some new clothes!"
"You just got some yesterday!" I exclaimed then she did the unthinkable, she pulled her puppy dog pout. The pout that I can't resist.
"Fine." I grumbled while she squealed in delight. The things I do for this woman.

She never drives her car
She drives me crazy
She ran outta gas and somehow I'm to blame

"Ugh. This is your fault!" She shouted. Four hours of nothing but shopping can really annoy the hell out of a guy.
"What did I do this time?" I roared. I'm so sick of this, my plan better be worth it.
"You forgot to refill the gas thingy!" She threw her hands up in the air in a dramatic way to express a dramatic sigh.
"It's not my car." I stated.
"Still, you could've filled the tank!"
"For a car that isn't mine? Why the hell would I do that?" I laughed bitterly.
"Because it's my car!"
"So?" I looked at her.
"You know what? Nevermind, fill the tank yourself. I'm out." I called.
"What? Where are you going?"
"Home." With that, I walked away. I need to clear my head.

DAY 3

All my friends, they say they like her
But I know behind my back
They all think the same things that I do

"Dude, are you still going through with the plan?" Justin asked me.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" I raised my eyebrow.
"Well after what she did yesterday I didn't think that you'd still go through it." He stuttered.
"I will. Just one more day." I said to myself.
"As a friend, I think she's a bitch." He blurted.
"I know but I love her."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Okay, I'll see you in a few days." He hung up. I decided to call Dakota and fix things up.

"Hey baby." I said into the phone.
"Hi." She stated plainly. Great, she's mad.
"Listen, I'm sorry for the way I acted yesterday. It was a douche bag move. Will you ever forgive me?" I asked.
"Of course, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have blown up on you. You were right, it's my car and it should be my responsibility not yours."
"How about I see you in a few and just hang out?" I suggested.
"I have something better for us to do." I could see the smile on her face.
"Yeah? What?"
"Shopping! I got daddy's credit card and I want to use it!" She giggled. Oh God.
"Okay, I'll see you." I hung up.

She spends her daddy's credit card
and says that I'm the one who's lazy
She's like a dream and a nightmare coming true

"Come on get your lazy ass up! Let's go!" She demanded in a playful way. In just one day, she had a change of clothes and even her hair changed. I like the old her better but she managed to pull the new look off.
"Dakota, we've been in fifteen different stores in three hours. Can't we get some rest?" I pleaded, my knees felt like jello.
"That's why we have to get up! We're going to eat!" She exclaimed, that made me stand up. I may be tired but I'm a boy.

We ended up in McDonald's. She fed me her fries and treated me like a boyfriend should be treated. Times like these I wish there was a pause button in my life. I saw today why I love her. She's sweet, caring, even if she can be a bitch sometimes she still makes up for it.

"I feel like I haven't been the best girlfriend ever." She blurted as I was driving to her house.
"Why would you think that?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.
"I start fights with you and I don't treat you the way you should be treated." She looked down.
"Listen to me, it's alright that you treat me like that. All people fight, even ones in a relationship. You can't avoid that. Just today, you treated me the way I wanted. It's like you proved how much you love me just by the little things you do. I love you." I smiled.
"I love you too.

Day 4

So I went out and bought her roses
She complained about the thorns
I caught her smiling and that's what I do it for

"I'm ready." She announced. I looked at her, a yellow sundress and yellow flats. Simple yet cute.
"Oh, before I forget. Here." I handed her a boquet of roses.
"Ouch! Couldn't they take off the thorns. It hurts." She complained at her now bruised finger. Once I saw her smile, I knew she loved it.
"Let's go." I offered my hand which she gladly took.
"So where are you taking me?" She asked, excitedly.
"It's a surprise." I smiled.
 
Once we reached the place, I looked at her.

"The pizzaria? Why?" She asked.
"It's where we went on our first date."
"That's sweet." She smiled.

"You done?" She nodded her head.
"Great, let's go."
"Wait, what about the payment?" She asked.
"All settled now let's go!" I tugged her arm.
"Where?"
"Another surprise." I laughed at the pout on her pretty face

I'll take her out and drop her off
On the outskirts of our town
I'd leave a trail of roses that lead back home.

I dropped her off where the guys said would be a great place. The scenery was beautiful but nothing compared to the woman next to me. I placed a note on a tree on her left then I silently walked towards my car. Once I reached her house, I sat on the recliner and waited for her. I just hope she won't hate me after this.

Thirty minutes passed when I heard the door slam.

"Nicholas Andrew Santino! I can't believe you!" She shouted.
"You saw the note?" I asked.
"Of course I saw the note! It was the most dumbass move you've ever pulled!" She glared and walked towards me. I closed my eyes and waited for the impact of her palm on my cheek, instead I felt soft lips on mine.
"I thought it was the most dumbass move I've ever pulled?" I asked once we pulled away.
"It was, yet it was the sweetest move you've ever pulled too." She smiled.
"I love you."
"I love you too."

Well what do you know? It was worth it after all.

--Gabrielle.

Random Thinking.

Hello there. It's been a while, hasn't it? I honestly can't say I've been busy as to why I haven't written in a while. I guess I just don't have the time or energy to do so.

I just had something in my mind for a while. A few days ago, I found out that my brother used to have a blog. His name was something stereotypical and just plain funny. He says to me "Yeah, it may seem stereotypical today but when I used that blog eight years ago it wasn't. What about you? Do you think 'skittlesheartsmusic' would be cool eight years from now?"

That simple question. The question that filled my mind for a day.  I know it may seem like it's not a big deal but somehow the question still lingers in my head even if I don't want it to. What if I get sick of my blog title? I reassure myself that I won't because it's one of the three things that I love. Skittles, hearts, and music.

My mind wants to wander now but I really don't want to get off this topic. I guess my mind will take over for now.

• Skittles
  

Some people may wonder what I love about 'em. When I was a kid, I used to hate them because they're so sour. Today, I realize that Skittles are just like people. Some may be too sour, some may be just right. Another reason is, they're so fun especially when you throw it at people.

• Hearts

We all know that the heart is probably one of the most beautiful yet fragile part of our being. I love how the heart is the symbol for love and how love can turn the world upside down. The way love binds the blind and the deaf or how love binds the unexpected. It's just so magical.

• Music

As a teenage girl, I would most definitely confide in music. Music is what gets me through the days, at times. If I feel down or just want to have my silent moment, music helps me through it. I can honestly say that if I didn't have music, I'd probably be on the verge of death. The lyrics can sometimes give a hidden meaning to the song. The beat may be energetic but once you listen to the lyrics, it's all about heartbreak. Complete geniuses, that's what these people are. 


There we go. My mind has finally taken its beauty sleep. Sometimes I wish I had an alter ego, don't you? Someone opposite from you that everybody knows. Like this little hyperly active girl could be quiet and anti-social at times yet people still accept her for what she is.


It's not the same for me. If I, a talkative lazy girl, was not in the mood to be talkative or lazy, people would assume that something was wrong with me. Is it wrong for me to get out of my routine thing?


Sometimes, I want to be that girl. The girl that could change something. The girl that would do something big, something awesome. They say that if you put your mind to it, it could happen. What if it didn't?


Like when I leave the school, what would I leave? Would I be the girl that no one knows the name of or would I be the girl that did something?


Sometimes, I feel like I want to do something reckless. Like get drunk inside of school or get suspended. I can't do it because of the little voice inside my head that overpowers me sometimes. Stupid voices that keep talking to me. 


I just don't know how to end this but Garfinkle, this is not the end of our talk. There will be more, expect that.


--End.

Can't Stop, Won't Stop.1.

My new story. Only five chapters though. Enjoy :)

♥Chapter One♥

Stuttering

You're like a bullet, girl, to my heart
You're like a very far shooting star
The very thing that I need
Look at how you get to me

“Sam, wake up! You’re going to be late for school.” I heard my mom shout from the bottom of the stairs.

I grudgingly stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Once I finished my daily routine, I settled on wearing a Glamour Kills tee, black acid washed jeans, my favorite rainbow colored high tops, and an All Time Low hoodie.

School was never one of my favorite places to be in but I had to go in order to get a good job. The only bright side to school is that I get to see my friends and unlike other schools, lunch is quite edible. Since Christmas break is over, it’s time to get back to our old, boring, and unsatisfying lives.

I walked downstairs and grabbed a bowl and pours cereal and milk on it. I watched as my mom made breakfast. As if on cue, my dad waltzed inside the room as if he is starting his best day in his life.

“Good morning, sweetie.” My dad kissed my mom’s cheek.

“Good morning, take a seat and have breakfast.” My mom instructed.

“Okay. Good morning, Sam.” He said once he sat next to me, waiting for the food.

“Good morning, daddy.” I finished my cereal and placed it on the sink. Time to go to school. Bleck.

“Bye honey, take care!” My mom called out, I waved in response.

I walked towards the garage and got on my car, a 2009 Audi R8. The joys of being a Junior, I finally have my license. It took me ten minutes to go to school. I walked to my locker slowly, as if I really don’t want to be here; which is true.

As I take out my books and binder, a small note fell.

I think she's pretty but pretty's just part of the things she does that amaze me.

I stood there, dumbfounded. Who could’ve written this? I chose to ignore it, it’s probably for someone else, and went on to my first class.

“Good morning, Caleb.” I smiled once I sat down next to my best friend.

“There’s our favorite girl.”

Mr. Richards entered the room and began teaching us about mole fraction.

“Caleb, I found something in my locker.” I blurted.

“I swear, if it’s my gym socks I didn’t put it in there!” He held his hands up in surrender.

“It’s not that, silly. Here.” I handed him the note.

“A love note?”

“Yeah.” I watched as he analyzed the note.

Caleb Joshua Knight, my best friend. He has blue eyes and auburn brown hair, stands five feet nine inches, and considered as the class clown. He loves to goof off and just do random stuff. We met when I was five, some ugly kid picked on me by taking my doll; thankfully, he was there to help me. We’ve been friends ever since.

“I’ve been thinking, what if someone just put it on my locker by accident?” I asked.

“Sammie, what if they didn’t?” He paused.

“That's preposterous! You’re not giving yourself credit that you deserve, you’re pretty, smart, and talented!” He exclaimed.

“Anything you’d like to share with the class, Mr. Knight?” Mr. Richards gave him the ‘you’ve-got-something-you’re-not-telling-me’ look.

“Nothing, sorry.”

“Very well then, eyes back here class!”

“I am not, I’m just an average looking girl!”

“You’re beauty is above average, my dear.” He whispered. I knew he meant it in an ‘I’m your best friend’ way but somehow that still made the heat rush up to my cheeks.

I focused on the lesson for the next forty-five minutes and once the bell rang, I was off to my next class which is AP Literature. I took a seat and saw a note neatly placed on my desk.

“Not another one.” I cursed, silently.

She's figured out all the boys like me
Head to toe you know she's dressed to kill
And she could the way she's looking at me
It's her face and those eyes, I can't escape 'em

Well, at least it’s longer than the last one. I took the note and placed it inside a notebook along with the other one.

Whoever this mystery person is, I give him props for quoting my favorite songs.

Lunch came and I walked to the cafeteria. I paid for my lunch and waited for Caleb and Emily to arrive. As I was walking to our usual table, I saw a green piece of paper on the table. I placed my tray on the table and took the note.

You walk into the room and I want to tell you but I just can't speak. This shouldn’t be so difficult, why? Tell me why I see you and I just can’t breathe.

I felt an arm on my shoulder, I jumped.

“Hey, easy there. You okay?” Emily asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“What’s that?” She asked but before I could answer, she took the note.

“It’s nothing.”

“No, it’s a love note! How cute.” She gushed.

“It’s not. It’s creepy. It’s like he knows where I am all the time.”

“Like you very own stalker?” Caleb asked as he sat down.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t worry. Whoever it is must really like you.” He reassured.

“Or he is really obsessed with me.” I sighed. I swear I saw Caleb’s eyes flicker from happy to hurt. Wonder what’s up with him.

“Don’t worry, Sammie. Maybe it’s his way of telling you he likes you. Don’t think like that.” Emily smiled.

“Okay.”

We finished our food and apparently the notes stopped until the rest of the day. Maybe the ‘secret admirer’ heard me and backed off. At least he’s out of my hair.

Or so I thought.

©Gabrielle.

Thirteen Years Of Christmas.

Thirteen Years Of Christmas

"Mommy! Mommy!" A little girl shouted as she was running towards her mother; her blonde curls bounced.
"What is it, sweetheart?" Her mother picked her up and smiled at her.
"When are we going to the party?" As expected from a five year old, she was impatient yet excited.
"We're going now. I want you to be on you best behavior, okay? Oh, and make a lot of friends."
"Okay, mommy."

They arrived at a place filled with lights and streamers. The party is held at the park, where anyone can go and celebrate Christmas with other people.

"I'm glad you made it. Merry Christmas." A lady walked up to her and greeted.
"No problem. Merry Christmas as well."
"How about I take your daughter to where the kids are?"
"That would be wonderful, thank you."

The little girl’s mother squatted to level with her child.
"Now sweetie, you'll be going with this lady okay? She'll take you to the kids."
"I don't want to go! I want to stay here with mommy!"
"I'll be right here when you need me, I promise."
"Okay." The little girl mumbled and went with the lady.

They arrived at a place near a lake. There were lights as well and presents for the little kids. The girl settled near the lake and watched as the other kids frolic and play.

She felt like she didn't belong here. She wanted to go home with her mother. The little girl stared at the reflection of the moon in the lake.

"Hello." She jumped and turned around. A boy about her age, brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, a grin was plastered on his face.
"Hi." She replied.
"What are you doing here all alone?" The boy sat next to her.
"I don't know. I felt like it." She smiled.
"You know, I used to come here a lot with my brother when he was sad."
"Where is he now?" A mask of confusion filled her face.
"In heaven." The boy whispered.

She wrapped her arms around him and they stared at the moon. Only the sound of crickets are heard. A comfortable silence filled them, like they understood each other.

"My daddy went to heaven too." The girl blurted.
"It's okay."
"I know. My mommy said he's in a better place now. No more suffering." She smiled.
"I like your smile, you should smile more." The boys grinned as he saw the blush on the girl's face.

"I'm Alex by the way."
"I'm Danielle." She smiled.
"Danielle, I like it. I'm going to call you Dani!" He cheered.
"Okay." Danielle's face lit up at the boy's loudness.
"Hey Dani, want to play?"
"Sure!" She smiled and ran towards the sandbox. Nothing but happiness filled her face.
"Dani, I have a feeling we're going to be best friends." Alex said as he got his breathing steady.
"Me too. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas."

~

"I remember that day like it was yesterday." Danielle smiled.
"Look at us now. Thirteen years and we're still best friends." Alex grinned his playful grin.
"Yeah. Wait, where's Jack?"
"Probably annoying Rian again."
"Get away from me! Die!" Rian ran out the garden covered with whipped cream and a doodle on his face.
"I'm sorry! It was a joke." Jack screamed, he looked scared to death.
"Poor guy." Danielle shook her head at Jack's antics.
"Atleast it wasn't me." Alex sighed.
"Yeah." She kissed his cheek.
"Thanks for sitting next to me by that lake thirteen years ago. Merry Christmas." Danielle smiled.
"Merry Christmas. I love you." Alex said.
"I love you too, Gaskarth.”

-- End.

Hot Fudge.

I think my computer is not a Microsoft Windows XP, it's more of a Pentium 1. Seriously, can it be any slower?!

For all you curious people, the title is my new alternative for a certain swear word. I'm not going to tell, I don't want to swear. I'm sorry Fudge for saying your name in vain, your delicious chocolate-y name.

Anyways, not only is this desktop slow but also stupid. I need a cow, 'cause cows can fix everything. Ellie, you are not a cow. Accept that.

It's as slow as slow can be. Seriously, I have a problem.

I hate things that take time to do. It's like a cow giving birth to a sheep; So Wrong, It's Right. I crack myself up.

Hello Christmas. Oh oh oh! I can't wait for Christmas, apparently a few weeks ago I got broke but now, I got cash baby! Ka-ching! Now, all I have to do is buy presents and save what's left of it and save some more for the Paramore concert on March 9.

It's so epic, it wins. It's like Google vs. Yahoo!, you know Google would win just give up Yahoo. No one cares for you anymore.

Apparently, I cannot upload a picture for this entry because after I praised Google, the Google Images page won't open. I think Google thinks I hurt Yahoo!'s feelings, it's okay the truth hurts.

Well, I'll be darned. It worked. I can use the Google Images page again. Google, you sure are amazing.

As you all know, I'm 100% Google. Oh and I'm a ninja dinosaur that eats gay vampires that sparkle. Fear me, Edward Anthony Massen Cullen. I don't know if it's spelled right and frankly, I don't give a fudge. Seriously, why would I give a fudge to a sparkly fairy with fangs?

Grr. Yahoo! Mail won't open. This just shows how Yahoo! sucks like a vacuum. In case you're wondering, I like to babble about random things so here it is.

Fudge. Cookie. Cow. Brownie. Moose. Cow. Reindeer. Santa. Fatass. Cow. Little Shit. Sparta. Dinosaurs. Ninja. Waldo. Cow. Pirates. Miley 'ugly' Cyrus. Sparkly Gay Vampire Fairy. Jedi. Darth Vader. Harry Potter. The Force. Mr. Cow. Dumbledore. Voldemort.

Should I end it here? Yes, I should for I will be late for my 8-hour sleep and I got one minute left until curfew.

Good night.

-- End.

December, For The Win

Hello blog! I've decided to name you Fiddlesworth, or maybe Schnitzer. Whatever it may be, you'll just have to answer to me.

Well, Christmas is just a few days away. Hurray! Time to partay!

Finally, after a month we are going back to a place we call our second home. How I missed that school. It's just sad that the star section and our section won't be together anymore, still the memories we shared can never be forgotten.

How have you been, Chives? We never had something to talk about. I miss you.

MLIA is a bunch of fun, random people sharing their average lives. Quite interesting, really. I wish you had the time to read some of the posts, Twinkle. Yes, that can be a boy's name. I want my blog to be a boy, why do you care?

I really don't have anything to say, just wanting to make this post longer than I used to. Hm, I now know why I can't write stories at that hell-ish school that we stayed in. It's 'cause my mind doesn't do anything in that school. After four weeks of not writing, it made my head want to explode.

So far, I'm really enjoying our group (Fleming). They're fun to hang out with and it seems like everybody can click to anyone. Oh and playing PSP at school, best times ever.

I'm going to miss those days. My comfy chair, our free times which we use to sleep, sleeping when the teacher is boring, eating, annoying people, laughing our butts of, and just having a blast. For some reason, I wish we never have to leave. Why? It's 'cause I never knew that Fleming and Fermi(the star section) can bond that well, it's amazes me.

Putting that topic aside, I've finally made a Christmas list (Santa, I really hope you can read this).

• A Lightsaber
• A Hello Kitty Coloring book and a box of crayons
• Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks
• Twitter Wit: Brilliance in 140 Characters or Less by Nick Douglas
• New earphones for my iPod
• Glow sticks, lots and lots of glow sticks
• Nerf Gun
• Super soaker
  
• Balloons (not yet blown), lots of 'em
  
• A puppet

There we go, my list. Don't fret, that's only the Top Ten. I sure hope someone gives me these stuff. I'll see you next time, Finkle. Take care.

I'll try to update more. I'm saving up for Christmas gifts and super busy with school and such.

Oh, and I'm busy being a spy and a Dinosaur. It's our little secret, Finley.

--End.

Ninjas Pwn Pirates, Man.

Ninjas Pwn Pirates, Man.

John and I were having our daily argument this time it was Ninjas versus Pirates. I was, of course, siding with Ninjas.

“You just don’t get it, Cassie. Pirates rule!”

“No, they don’t. They just drink and steal things, Ninjas are awesome!”

“How are they awesome?”

“They use the art of sneaking up on people and they can climb walls!” I exclaimed.

“Well, Pirates they uh…” He stumbled, thinking of a reason.

“Ha! I win!” I cheered.

I did my victory dance as we were walking.

“You always do.” He mumbled.

“I do not!”

“Yes you do.”

“No, I let you win sometimes!”

“Name one time.” He challenged.

“Well, there was one time when – no wait I won that. Oh! It was about – no wait, I won that too. Dammit!” I shrieked.

“See, you always win Cassie. Face it.”

“Why?” I stopped.

“What why?” He stopped a few inches ahead of me.

“Why do I always win?”

“It’s because I let you win.” He said but he immediately covered his mouth.

“What?”

“It’s nothing.” He began walking.

“Tell me!” I demanded, why the hell did he let me win?

“Let’s go to the park.” He changed the topic.

“Not until you tell me why first.” I crossed my arms around my chest and my nose up in the air.

“Once we reach the park, I’ll tell you okay?” He sighed.

“Okay, I’ll race you to the swings.” I sprinted towards the park. I heard John shout ‘Hey, that’s not fair you got a head start!’

Once I got to the swings, I sat down and waited for him. He arrived a few minutes later, his auburn-brown disheveled hair was blocking his beautiful blue eyes. I stood up and brushed the hair out of his face.

It took me this time to notice how blue his eyes really are; it had green specks in it. I felt his breath near me; somehow it sent me in a frenzy. It felt so new having him this close to me. His long arms wrapping around my waist, my heart felt like it was about to explode. His lips grazing mine, it was magical. My knees started turning jelly-like, my stomach was overflowing with butterflies, and my head was spinning.

“I let you win because I love you.” He said once we were apart.

“But why?” I tried my best not to collapse.

“I don’t like seeing you sad. I want you to be happy all the time.” He smiled.

“That’s sweet, I love you too.”

“What?”
”I do, I just realized that after you kissed me.”

“I should’ve kissed you earlier!” He joked.

“Yeah, you should’ve but you didn’t. I bet you I’ll be the highest one on the swings.” I laughed.

“That’s impossible!” He sat on the swing next to me and began swinging.

“John, one more thing.” I mimicked his actions.

“What?”

“Ninjas pwn Pirates, man!”

“Yeah yeah. I never knew why I sided with Pirates anyway!”

©Gabrielle.

Smile For Me.

Smile for Me

I remembered that day as if it was yesterday when in fact, it happened two years ago. His smile, his laugh, and even his movements were still etched in my head; I never forgot the way his eyes sparkle every time he smiles my favorite crooked smile. He showed me love, greater than I’ve ever felt in years. I could never forget the way he brightens up my day with just a smile, the way he tucks my hair behind my ears, and the way he says I love you when he leaves.

Two years since that tragic accident that should’ve taken my life away, not his.

“Alli, come on. Let’s go home.” Jake tugged my arm.

“No, I want to stay. It’s a party, live a little.” I shrugged him off.

“You’re drunk; I have to take you home.” He pleaded.

“I’m not! Just give me ten minutes then we can leave.” I huffed.

“No, Allison. I have to take you home now.” He pulled me towards his car.

“Okay. I hate you.” I got inside and ignored him.

“I’m sorry, Alli.” He apologized for the third time.

I kept my gaze on my feet; as much as I hate ignoring him, it was his fault. He knows how much I love to party and he accepted that. Besides, it’s my going away party; I leave for London tomorrow because my parents want me to stay with them before I went to college.

“Alli, look at me.”

“Alli, you don’t know how hard it is to look at you and the road. Please just look at me. I’m so sorry.”

“I forgive you.” I smiled, looking at him.

“There’s that smile I love.” He grinned like a little boy on Christmas day.

“Shut up, be careful.” I warned.

“Baby, there’s no one out here during this hour but for you I will be.” He smiled.

“That’s sweet, I love you.” I held his hand that wasn’t holding the steering wheel.

“I love you too.”

I felt warm all over. Those words, when said by him, give me butterflies every time. When he said it, it felt right. It made me feel alive.

“Jake, look out!” I shrieked.

“Oh shi-”

The tires screeched and I felt something hit my side then everything went black. When I woke up, I was lying on the ground and I had cuts and bruises all over. My head ached as well. I tried to get up but my right leg hurt, I looked at it and saw a big black circle forming on my pant leg. A shard of glass was in it, I took it out ignoring the pain.

I got up and searched for Jake; after a few minutes, I found him lying on the ground a few feet from where I was. He was near the car, apparently it hit a truck. From the looks of it, the driver was dead on the spot. I could tell that our car was going way past the speed limit by the impact on the truck; it was practically bent in half.

I limped towards Jake, he was worse than I was. Not only did he have cuts on his arms and legs but also a big gash on the side of his head. My angel now bruised and broken, it hurt to see him like that.

“Jake! Jake, please open your eyes.” I pleaded.

“Hey there, beautiful.” He croaked, I was in tears at the sound of his voice. This was not good.

“Baby, I’ll call 911 now. Just please hold on, don’t leave me.”

“You know that I can’t do that. I can’t leave you, no matter where I go I’ll always be with you. Maybe not physically but I’ll be there with you.”

“Shh, stay still. Just please don’t close your eyes.” I dialed 911 and told them the details, they said that an ambulance will be here as fast as they can.

“Jake, I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.” I held his hand.

“I will never leave you. I promise.”

“Alli.” He wheezed.

“Yeah?” I looked at him, his beautiful features covered in blood.

“Smile for me, I hate seeing you cry.”

It was impossible to smile for him when he’s on the brink of death. I tried my best to give him a smile, his last wish.

“There we go, her pretty smile.” He smiled.

“Jake, don’t let go of me. You have to live.” I pleaded.

“Alli, I have to go.”

“No you don’t. Please don’t leave me, the ambulance will be here any minute!”

“I’m sorry, baby. I love you.”

With that, I held his limp hand. I watched as his eyes closed, a smile was still on his face. My favorite crooked smile.

I knew from that day on, I will never see his crooked smile, hear his beautiful laugh, and smell his wonderful scent. Most of all, I would never feel the warmth he gave off. He would never hold me in his arms and tell me that everything’s okay.

The only person that I truly cared about, gone. I can never introduce him to my parents because he is only alive in my memories.

©Gabrielle.