Wuss GUD?!?
P6
The rain kept pouring down, but neither of them noticed. He continued to sit motionless, unable to comprehend what was going on. She stayed there, and kept holding on. How could she be so mean? How could she be so, impossible?
She didn’t know at all, but she knew one thing. She was wrong, for once.
“I’m sorry….” she said, her voice muffled by the sound of rain and his jacket.
She sat and buried her face in the jacket on his back. If she had a choice, she would never let him go.
After a few moments, he finally snapped back into reality. She was getting anxious with his lack of response.
“Is that really you…?” he asked, turning to face her. She loosened her hold and let go. She said nothing. She looked down at the ground. She was mad at herself, mad that she was so unreasonable and so cruel.
He looked at her, stared at her. It really was her, he believed.
“How did you know….?” he asked, “How are you here…?”
She kept her eyes down and moved away from him.
He grabbed her wrist before she could move further and pulled her into a hug.
“Whatever it was, don’t go…” he said, as if she would disappear any second.
He held her close and tight, she felt so safe and secure. What the hell was she thinking when she left? She’d never guess or know.
“I’m sorry…” she said wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him. He held onto her tightly around her waist. They stayed like that for moments on end, not even caring for the rain or the cold.
She pulled away first, but not completely. She looked at his face, and touched where she had slapped him that day. There was a small scar, from her slap and nail. “I did that…” she said, sadly. She kissed him on his cheek, where the scar was. “I’m so sorry….”
What else could she say? Nothing, really.
“It’s okay baby,” he said holding her tightly again.
“Oh, right…” she said after a few moments. She reached into her pocket and took the small box out. “This is yours, I think…” she said as she looked at the box one last time and handed it to him.
“Did you open it?” he said, a little worried.
“No….” she said, extremely curious, “What’s it for?”
“Oh, haha, I don’t know…” he said rolling and fiddling the box around in his hand.
“Tell meeee,” she whined. She quirked her eyebrows together and pouted her lips.
“Tell me tell me tell me!” she whined, pouted and squirmed.
“Okay okay…” he said, sighing and giving in.
“Here, stand up and close your eyes first, don’t open till I tell you to, okay?” he said.
“Okay…” she said, not really understanding what he was going to do. She stood up slowly and closed her eyes, she waited.
He watched as she did so. Everything she did was cute to him. She nodded her head side to side as she waited.
He stood up and kissed her on the lips. She seemed surprised, but of course, she kissed back. It was like their first kiss, all over again.
He pulled away and she kept her eyes closed.
“Can I open my eyes now…?” she whined.
“Not yet,” he said, taking deep breaths.
He got down on one knee and held the box up with unsure hands.
“Okay, you can open your eyes….” he said, nervous.
She opened her eyes and her eyes wandered down to him, on one knee.
“what…” she said, confused, still unaware of what was going on.
He fidgeted nervously on one knee and looked up at her.
“You know… you know I love you. Maybe sometimes you’ll forget, but I really do. And if you ever do forget, I want you to look down at this ring and remember that I do love you…” he said, slowly and enthusiastically.
“So, will you marry me?” he asked, pleaded, “please?”
She stood in silence. It’s like the sound of the rain was muted. She looked at him, in pure disbelief.
He waited moment after moment for her answer.
She snapped back into reality and said “Yes, of course…”
A smile appeared on his lips as he took the ring out of the box and slip it onto her ring finger. It fit perfectly.
He stood up and she went to hug him tightly around his neck. “I love you,” she said loudly.
“I love you too,” he said holding her tight, “don’t ever leave me again.”
P5
After moments and moments of hesitation, the got up and walked towards the door.
Jonathan stood up with her and grabbed her wrist before she could leave.
“Where are you going?” he demanded.
She didn’t respond and just tried to pull away from him. He didn’t let go though.
“It’s raining really hard outside…” he said, trying to make her stay.
“Let go,” she said, blunt and clear.
A painstricken expression was on his face and he slowly loosened his grip. She turned and moved to the door. “Dont….” he started to say, but she was already out of the door. She closed the door lightly behind her and the cold air hit her skin. It was pouring outside and she was wearing her pajamas.
A low V-neck and VS shorts. She didn’t care though, She found his car in the driveway. She made a run for it and got inside the car.She closed the door and began to shiver. It was freezing. She looked around the car, it was kind of messy, not usually how he kept things. It smelled like him. That made her happy and it gave her butterflies in her tummy.
She started his car and drove to his house. She ran in, but nobody was there.
‘What the hell?’ she thought to herself ‘Where the shit could he be???’
She ran back to his car and sat in the drivers seat, thinking. How else.. where else?
She was so incredibly frustrated, and could not think at all. She looked around his car and found his jacket. She also found a messy pile of papers.
She lifted the jacket up to get a better look underneath, and a small box fell out. She took the box and just stared at it.
She remembered him explaining something about a box, and pulling a box out, but she ignored him.
She quirked her brows together, just thinking. what’s this box….. eh.
She put the box into the pockets of her shorts and looked at the papers. There was a check list for… her birthday?
It was a check list with cross outs, edits, and timings.
She read it through and over a few times. She was so terrible…. so mean…
She found herself crying. Sobbing loudly really. She put his jacket on. It was warm and comforting, but it wasn’t as warm and comforting as he was.
She read over the list again and found at the end, at the end of the day, something special was supposed to happen?
What? She didn’t know. He was always so descriptive with it all. But she knew one thing, where it was supposed to happen.
She started the car and backed out of the driveway. She drove fast, insanely fast. She stopped by a park. Not really a park, just a nice field with nice hills. She parked the car and got out. She walked up and down the pathways but say nobody. She went back and forth and retraced her steps, everything. She didn’t see him. “Shit,” she said to herself.
The park seemed pretty huge. She stayed looking for an hour or so, and drove to other parts of the park, still not finding him.
She got back into the car again, and drove more in, closer to the huge body of water the park was surrounding.
She could see somebody sitting on the ledge by the water. No jacket, nothing. Just sitting. Brooding almost. She stepped out of the car and ran. Ran towards the ledge, towards the figure who she knew was going to be him.
Before she got too close and gave herself away, she heard him crying. He was talking too.
“It was supposed to be perfect. The most perfect thing ever. We were going to be happy. Happy for a long time, together. Damn, damn it.”
She felt warmth on her cheeks, she knew she was crying.
She unzipped his jacket that she was wearing and walked closer to him.
He was crying, crying really hard. He never cried. It tugged at her heart, a lot.
She placed the jacket over his back and kneeled down behind him. She wrapped her arms around his wait to hug him from behind. She laid her head on his back and whispered, “Don’t cry…”
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He walked. Walked on and on forever.
It was raining, and it just would not stop raining. His feet were just taking him somewhere.
He walked into a park, and kept walking till he got to the spot. The spot were his life should have really started.
He sat down and yelled.
He cried and yelled. He couldn’t do anything anymore. She was happy. She was fine without him. She was doing great with another guy. She didn’t need him.
He cried even harder after thinking all of those things.
He welcomed the cold. He didn’t want to feel at all, but he could feel his heartbreak, which was worse than one could imagine.
He sat there for a while in his own brooding silence. He just couldn’t imagine being without her.
What was he going to do now? The thought of no more her just made him shudder and cry even more.
He cried out, “It was supposed to be perfect. The most perfect thing ever. We were going to be happy. Happy for a long time, together. Damn, damn it.”
He sobbed out loud. Nothing could be done, his heart was all hers, and it still is. He said and cried, cried cried cried.
Then he felt something being placed on him, his jacket…?
And he felt arms wrap around him. That familiar embrace that he sometimes woke up to. And then He heard her voice. That voice he thought he’d never heard again. It told him, ,”don’t cry.”
He felt himself warm up, starting from the heart, within. He felt, somewhat happy again.
Was he dreaming?
No, not at all.
P4
Days passed by. Maybe, it was really hard to tell. She didn’t care anyway. She completely lost her sense, including her perception of time. She felt stuck between a rock and a hard place.
The guys stayed at her house. There were so many empty rooms, she loved the company. Still, it made her extremely uncomfortable. It just didn’t feel right, and she still felt alone. Jonathan offered to sleep with her in her room, nothing sexual, of course, but she refused. That didn’t seem right either.
So the days just dragged on. It stopped raining. It hadn’t rained since her birthday. She really missed the rain. Even though it didn’t rain, the days were gloomy and dreary. The sun never really shined, and she was fine with that. It’s as if the rain was put on pause, and the clouds just continued to hover over wherever she went, which wasn’t really anywhere.
Life went on, but she stayed the same. She wanted to explode, break things.
One day she got out of bed, got all of the things that he gave her, all the cards, all the bears, everything.
She tore pictures and cards off the wall. She took everything out of her room that gave her memories of him. She shoved it all into a giant metal box and took it downstairs with her. “This shit is so heavy!” she complained.
She took it outside and set it down loudly. She ran back inside and got a box of matches. They guys followed her as she went back outside with the box of matches.
She stood next to the box and struck a match on fire. She hesitated and waited. It burned down too low and she burned her fingers, dropping the match onto the ground. Ignoring the pain, she stuck another one on fire. Same thing happened. She struck another one, and another one. She couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“Shit!” she cried out, falling to her knees on the cold pavement of her driveway. The guys went to her but she shooed them away. They stood by the house, waiting for her. She remained on the ground, but held her knees to her chest.
She stayed out there for hours. Maybe he would come if she got sick. Maybe he would come if I got hurt….
That was her mindset. But it wouldn’t work.
She sat and sat, but nothing changed.
After a few hours, when the sky grew dark - no stars out- she went back inside and set the huge metal box in the corner of her room. Out of sight, but never out of mind.
She sat in the middle of the couch and turned the TV on. Something popped up on the screen that was apparently appealing to the guys because they all ran to the couch in a matter of minutes. Jonathan took a seat next to her, and paid attention to her while all the other guys watched TV.
“Try smiling…” Jonathan said to her. She sat motionless, in a daze, and not noticing him. “Hey,” he said, a bit louder, and he poked her side. She spazzed out but didn’t crack a smile. “W-what?” she said, blinking a few times. “Smile for me,” he said, watching her intently. “Oh… uh…..” she flashed him one of those teethy, I don’t know how to smile kind of smiles. “That’s not a smile…” Jonathan said, shaking his head, “Laugh for me.”
She squinted her eyebrows together. Laugh? How does one laugh? She forgot. She didn’t really want to either, but she knew Jonathan would have none of that. She kind of spaced off for a few moments. Taking action by himself, Jonathan began poking her and tickling her sides. She bursted out into a fit of giggles.
She heard the front door open, and while still laughing, turned to look. It was him. The smile slowly faded from her face and Jonathan stopped tickling her.
“Sorry…” he stammered, looking down at the ground, “I-I… I just forgot… something.” He ran up into her room.
Everybody turned their attention back to the TV again.
-Jonathan recognized him though. He was the guy that glared at him from the overpass. Jonathan turned his eyes towards the TV, but kept an eye on her. She was staring at the stairs, waiting for something. Waiting for what?
Jonathan sighed in frustration and sunk into the couch. She still paid no attention to him and kept staring.-
‘Why is he… what..?’ she thought to herself. She kept looking over at the stairs, she knew she saw him, she didn’t make it up. But, all the other guys just kept doing what they were doing. ‘maybe I’m going insane…’ she thought to herself.
She finally heard footsteps and saw him running down the stairs, and quickly out the door. She couldn’t see his face clearly though. He was crying though, she just knew it.
She didn’t move at all. She was just dazed, purely stupefied. What could she do? Nothing. Nothing at all, right?
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He tossed and turned, every night for days on end. Everything was nothing, figuratively speaking. What went wrong?
Everything was going fine. Why did things interfere?
“Fuck!” he yelled into his pillow. Everywhere he looked, he wanted to see her, to feel her with him, but he couldn’t.
He went to hid desk and took out a small pile of papers from his drawer.
He took one out that read, “Things To Do.”
He was stuck in traffic for the longest time. He wasn’t too worried though, he still had a couple of hours left.
He already stopped by the jewelers, so he headed off to their personal baker. He ordered a giant cake, shaped like a cupcake. Weird, if you asked anybody else, but to her… he knew she’d just love it. It took him 1 1/2 hours to get there. traffic was unusually bad, it was a Monday. As soon as he found a place on the curb, he ran inside. He ran in and got to cut in front of the line. He would have to thank his friend later for the first priority service he had always given him. He rushed back out of the building and almost ran into a runner. He passed that heat, but then right after, a man running away with the purse bumped into him. He didn’t drop the cake, but set it on his car and ran after the man. The worst luck hit him then. While he was running to catch the man, the cake box popped slightly open, and it began to rain. Not heavy rain, but a light drizzle/pour. He tackled the man down and got the purse. He was thanked by an old woman multiple times.
He went back to his car to find his cake, not a huge mess, but not perfect enough for the love of his life. “Shit shit shit” he said out loud. He put the cake in the back of the car and sped off. He’d just have to bake one later, he didn’t want to screw his friend over, so he’d just make his own.
He drove down to the mall and walked into a white collar, high-end store. He was there to pick up the tailored suit he had specifically made for today.
They had it done, but when he went to go try it on, it was all wrong. Completely off. He was about to yell, but the employees said they’d take care of it.
He sat and tapped his foot impatiently. one to two hours later, they came back out with the suit. They explained that they were in the process of re-tailoring it, but one of the employees found that the tags were just mixed up.
He kept his anger in and thanked them. He ran out the door and back into his car.
He was really late now. He set the suit in the back and sped home. Sure, he could go to the restaurant now, but what was a birthday without a cake?
As soon as he pulled into his driveway, he started mixing, baking, and shaping. He was actually not too bad, and make a cake just like the one he ordered. He was just initially too lazy to make it.
He set the cake into a plastic box and made sure the top was on tight. He put it in the back of the car and sped off to the restaurant.
How late was he? He was supposed to be there 3-4 hours ago, before she got there.
Traffic went by slowly, very very slowly. All the honking going on outside muffled the sound of his cell phone ringing in the back of his car. He finally arrived, 6 hours late from his planned time, and 3 hours late from his planned start time.
He changed in his car while parked by the restaurant. The parking lot was barren for the whole place was reserved. He ran inside with the cake and the small box in his pocket. He gave the cake to the waiters and they had everything ready. He sat there for a few minutes in vain. He knew she wouldn’t be here, so what was he waiting for? Divine Intervention of course. That never came.
He ran back to his car and started trying to drive back home. There was so much traffic though, he drove right into rush-hour. He parked his car at the next open space, many blocks away from his house, and ran for it. The rain was now pouring and he was getting wet. He ran and ran for what seemed like hours. It was only 5-10 minutes. He arrived at his house and stepped in. He called for her, but got no answer. He knew she was there though. He saw droplets of water, probably from her wet hair or clothes, on the ground. He went upstairs….
He sighed sadly, thinking about that day again. He couldn’t get it out of his head. It was supposed to be the best day ever.
He hated planning. He hated being sentimental and gushy, but he would for her, He would do a lot of things out of his comfort zone for her.
What was he going to do? Nothing? he was basically doing nothing.
He had no inspiration. Nothing to aspire….
Just blah, everything was blah.
One day he decided to do something.
He realized, every fight they had, it was always her apologizing. It was always her who had the blame. It was always her who looked past her pride and did something about it.
He got into his car, wearing whatever he could find.Just dark jeans and a plain shirt.
He drove to her house and stepped out of his car. While hesitating on what to go next, he noticed a bunch of lit matches on her driveway. He wondered but made no conclusions.
He slowly walked up to her doorway and held his hand up to knock on the door.
He knocked once. Twice. Three times. Nobody answered.
She left the door open though, she always did. He laughed at a seemingly distant memory. He opened the door and saw her laughing, and that guy. The same guy from the mall the other day. The guy was tickling her. He wanted to go over there and sock him in the face, but didn’t. By now, everybody was looking at him, and she was too.
That face…. the face that just had that wonderful, beautiful, smile on it… after she saw him, she frowned.
He remembered when she smiled everyday she woke up next to him.
Instead of breaking down right there, he stammered out, “Sorry…I-I… I just forgot… something,” and he ran up the stairs.
He walked into her room and turned on the lights. Messy as ever. He looked around and everything was plain. Her walls looked like they’d just been raided and everything was just…. ripped away from where they were.
“That’s weird….” he said, walking around.
He looked around and his eyes wondered to a metal box in the corner of her room. He walked to it and opened it.
In it, he saw…. everything. All the memories they made and had. All the pictures, presents, cards. everything…
In the box, he saw small groups of ash. He saw some burnt out matches too.
Something clicked in his mind. She was going to burn it all. Was she really….?
‘How could she do that? Does she really think I don’t care…?’ he wondered to himself. He closed the box. He didn’t even notice that he had started crying. He just realized that he lost the love of his life.
He slowly walked out of her room and down the stairs.
When he got back down stairs, he ran for the door as quietly as he could. He ran out the door and stood out there. It began to pour. Rumbles of thunder could be heard in the distance. He started walking. Walking to where the beginning should have ended, and where the rest of their lives should have begun. He walked slowly through the rain. He brought a jacket, and had a car, but he didn’t want that. If nature wanted to take him now, it would.
He walked quietly, crying to himself in the cold rain.
P3
HER POV
She kept driving, but looked back more than occasionally. Everytime, she could still see him by the doorway. ‘He looks so sad….’ she thought to herself. But no, she would have none of that. He told her to leave, so she did. She finally pulled up into her driveway. She didn’t even take her things out of the trunk. She left her care in the rain and walked into her house. She turned on all the lights to her 3 story building. The largeness of it all just made her feel even more lonely.
She kicked her boots off by the doorway and slowly made her way upstairs to her bedroom. She flipped the lights on and dropped herself onto the bed. She stared up at the blue canopy on top of her bed. She closed her eyes and remembered. She remembered all the smiles, all the laughter. She felt a huge ache in her heart. She laid down on her side and curled herself up into a ball.
She remembered waiting. Waiting for him hour after hour after hour. Multiple times too. She remembered ignoring him, and she remembered slapping him.
Fresh tears threatened to fall, and they did.
‘How could I slap him…? Why did I…..” she wondered to herself. She couldn’t even remember.
She cried and cried. She took her shirt and skirt off. She pulled the covers over her head, wearing just her bare essentials. She buried her head under her pillows and cried to herself. She cried herself to sleep. That’s how she stayed for a few days. Days turned to weeks. After two weeks of just: eating, cleaning herself, showering, sleeping, and crying every moment she could, she tried to pull herself together and decided to step out of her house.
She sent texts and called her closest friends- a group of 5 guys from god knows where. They all came to her house in one huge Hummer. She wanted to go shopping, and so they went with her. She sat in the front passenger seat. The driver was her best friend, Jonathan, an old high-school sweet heart. They drive to a huge outlet mall, pretty uncrowded because it was exclusive and privately owned.
They walked into the grand entrance with Jonathan and her in the front.
They walked in pairs, in three rows. Adam, a tall and tan Caucasian with dirty blond hair walked behind with Jacob, a tall and tan Asian with jet black hair.
Behind them walked a pair of twins. They were British-Asian with perfect accents. Anthony and Jesse. They weren’t tan, but they weren’t pale either. Their hair were shades of brown and just a heap of messy perfection.
Anthony wore a gray cardigan, and Jesse wore white. they both wore a clean, black, high v-neck underneath. Anthony wore white straight jeans, and Jesse wore plain straight jeans. Jacob both wore a Suede varsity Basketball jacket, unbuttoned, with a white shirt underneath. Adam wore A Black button-up shirt, the top two or three undone, and a white tie. He wore khakis and Adidas sambas.
Jonathan wore a black sweater with a white button-up collar popping up neatly on top. He threw on a clean, thin, blue-gray sports jacket on top just to feel more conservative. He wore black straight-legged jeans and clean white Nike’s with a black Nike emblem. Walking beside him was her. She wore a loose-but-somehow-formfitting blue cashmere cardigan buttoned all the way with a white tank top underneath. She wore a black flowing skirt that did not reach mid-thigh. She wore knee-high leather boots with 4-5 inch heels. Purses and tiny handbags were out of the picture now. She carried a beige satchel.
They walked in a group, always in sync and always in their own bubble. They talked, shopped, and laughed. It was the same old same old. Somehow, hours and hours went by. As they continued on with their day, their rows broke up and they just walked in a big group around Jonathan and her. Their walking slowed too.
They were walking an over-pass to the other side of the mall when Jonathan said to her “Hey, let’s hold hands, or link arms like we used to.”
She laughed loudly, but he kept a serious face. How could she say no to him, her best friend?
“Alright…” she said with resentment.
He held out his hand and she slowly took it. All the guys started immaturely cheering and whistling.
“You guys are impossible…” she said, sighing and shaking her head.
She went to pull her hand away but he held on.
They walked down the overpass and somebody caught her eye. Him.
‘Why is he here…. what am I…. what is he…. why………..’ she thought to herself.
They were 10 feet from each other and she held onto Jonathan’s hand tight. She saw that he was with another girl. They were talking. They were walking close to each-other. He was holding a lot of bags with female clothing. She turned her head and looked at the cars passing by underneath. ‘Whatever…’ she thought to herself as she blinked back tears.
Jonathan felt her tensing up and put an arm around her shoulders. Jonathan looked over at the passing guy and saw him glaring at him. ‘Weird…’
She felt uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. It shouldn’t be his arm around me, it should be his….
But she didn’t complain. She tried to comply and even smiled a bit.
Both groups slowed their talking. As he passed by with the girl, she whispered something to her and he laughed. They were nodding to each-other and having little conversations.
She continued to blink back tears and continued to walk, eventually leaning into jonathan for support, She started to sob quietly.
They all walked back to the hummer and drove back to her house. They sat around in her large living room, taking care of her.
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HIS POV.
He watches as she drove away. ‘This is all a bad, bad dream and it will all be done with soon,’ he thought to himself.
He stood there for what seemed like hours, even after she was completely out of sight. ‘why the hell would I dream a dream like this?’
He walked back inside and slowly walked upstairs. He slowly looked around the bedroom and took it all in. He remembered how in the mornings, they would get dressed together by the bed. He remembered how they would wake up next to eachother, or in eachother’s arms. He remembered.
He remembered how he hated to see her cry. He remembered how real this heart-break was. He remembered her pushing him out of the way to get through the door. He remembered her skapping his face…
He slowly brought his hand up to gingerly touch the last place she had ever touched him.
‘She’s gone…’ he thought to himself.
He collapsed into his bed and just looked at the ceiling. He didn’t feel any strange tugging at his heart, because he already knew it was broken. He grabbed a handful of blanket, unconsciously looking for her hand to hold. It wasn’t there anymore. all of those late nights and sweet kisses were…. gone.
He wouldn’t accept it. He laid in bed and waited for sleep. ‘When I wake up, everything will be fine,’ he thought to himself.
Morning came, and nothing was fine. He woke up, and she wasn’t there. He woke up, and her things were still gone. He woke up, and his heart was still broken.
“Fuck .”
He didn’t know what to do. But, that’s how guys just are generally. He sat around, slept and thought. He’d feed the dogs and shower, but that was about it. Just the basic necessities. He barely lived, if what he did was even qualified as living.
Weeks passed by and he called up a friend. He had come to the conclusion that he needed to get out of the house. He wore a clean black, long sleeved button up with a white matte tie. He kept his sleeves cleanly rolled up. He had dark gray straight legged jeans that were perfectly loose and perfectly tight. He wore black-on-white Adidas Sambas. A simple platinum and yellow gold Rolex- Datejust model- was on his left wrist.
The drive to the shopping center was long, but he did not mind. He met up with her on the East wing and she just talked and talked. He wondered if she ever talked this much. Probably not…
They walked for hours and he listened to her for hours. He brought a few things, a lot actually and they stopped to get coffee.
A few minutes later, he found himself and his friend walking on the overpass to the West wing of the mall. He saw a large group of people walking from the other side and noticed somebody. Her. He felt his heart fall, again. He decided to finally tune into what his friend was saying.
Too bad she wasn’t talking. They were getting closer. He moved more to the side so they had more room, making himself closer to his friend. He didn’t even notice. He saw the guy holding her hand. H watched him put his arm around her. He wanted to jump him right then and there, but he just glared. As they got closer, his friend whispered to him, ” Oh my goodness! That girl… the one in the front, she’s frickin gorgeous!” He laughed and whole-heartedly agreed with her.
“But damn, I think she knows, look at all of those guys….” his friend said. He laughed, slightly annoyed, but also agreed.
“That guy looked so into her… y’know…? But she looked… annoyed and kind of sad….” his friend continued. He smirked at that statement, but he still felt the heartbreak of seeing her with another guy.
“I bet I’d look great with her,” he said unconsciously but enthusiastically.
“Actually, I was just thinking that! You seriously would!” his friend agreed. They laughed. he looked back at the large group and saw her leaning onto the other guy.
He felt another blow to his already tattered heart. “Wonderful…” he said to himself.
The rest of the day went by quickly. It consisted of his friend going on and on about… nothing, and shopping. He said his goodbyes to his friend and tossed all of the shopping backs into the back of the car. What did he buy anyway?
He drove back to his house and parked his car in the drive-way. He pulled out the shopping bags and walked through his front door.
He set the bags down and shut his front door. Looking through the bags, most of the things were girl clothes….
He sighed in frustration and walked up the stairs. They were all in her size and all things that she would like and look good in.
He laid down on the bed and kicked his shoes off.
He pulled of his jeans and took his tie and button-up off. He stared at the ceiling again and just waited.
‘What am I supposed to do…..?’ he asked himself.
No answer came.
P2
She ignored the fact that tears were free falling from her eyes and continued to toss things into her luggage and box.
After a few minutes of her compressed sobs, he gave up. “Please stop this…” he said quietly. He was surprised that he could form a coherent statement. “Just… hear me out… you don’t understand…,” but before he could go on explaining himself, she grabbed a small black remote and clicked the button. Music began playing from the ceiling speakers. Not too loud, but loud enough to help her ignore his voice. She hummed quietly to the music and continued to ignore his presence.
He sighed in frustration and heartbreak. He walked over to the sound system and unplugged the speakers so she couldn’t turn them on again. “Stop..” he pleaded. She stopped humming but kept packing.
“I didn’t forget… okay? I had everything planned.. I really did. I planned it all but things just got so messed up… and the rain….” he tried explaining, she kept packing and didn’t listen to a word he said.
“Please babe… just, come back to the restaurant with me…”
No response.
“Look, here’s a ring….” he reached in his pockets and pulled out a small box.
She finished packing and was zipping her luggage up and getting ready to go.
“Stop…”
She set the luggage on the floor and pulled up the handle. She left it there and picked her box up first. She walked to the door with her box and he followed. Before she could open the door, he came over and hugged her tightly from behind. Tighly, securely, and gently.
her tears came out faster. She was so tempted to stay, but no. She tried pulling away from his embrace but he help on tightly.
“Let go!” she demanded and yelled. He wouldn’t.
She pushed, pulled, and squirmed but nothing worked. He finally loosened his grip and let go. She stood dazed for a few moments, but eventually turned around and slapped his face. He moved his hand up to his left cheek. She slapped really hard.
She looked up at him with sad, tired eyes.
“Fine…. leave if you want.” he said, finally walking away and sitting on the bed.
His bluntness broke her already crushed heart. Tears flowed more fluidly and quickly out of her eyes. She rubbed her eyes with the sleeve of her cardigan and turned to the door. She opened the door and walked out. She moved sluggishly down the stairs and towards the front door. She looked around the house in a dazed manner. Everything she came to know… would be gone soon.
She made her way to the front door, opened it and walked out to her car. She waited for her trunk to open and set the box inside. She turned to go back into the house for her other luggage but he was coming down the stairs with it already.
He walked with it to the front door and set it down by the doorway. She walked to the front door again and took her luggage. She dragged it to her car and set it in the trunk. The trunk door closed and she turned back to look at the memories. She took it all in, again. He was still standing at the doorway, watching her. ‘Is this really happening?’ he thought to himself, ‘No, can’t be…. I’ll wake up from this nighmare in a second…’
She stood by her car, waiting for him to say something, anything. and tell her not to go.
He didn’t even make an effort. She gave one last sad glance and opened her car door. She was quickly getting wet from the still falling rain.
She stepped into the driver’s seat, closed the door, and held onto the wheel as if her life depended on it. She kept a hand on the wheel and put her keys in. She sat still for a moment or two, he still hadn’t moved.
In a rush of frustration, she accelerated out of the drive way and drove away.
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she hummed to herself as she walked through the light drizzle. A few minutes later it began pouring, but she didn’t mind at all.
she finally reached her destination, his house. she shook herself off, trying to dry herself off in vain. She was soaked to the bone. She took out her set of keys and unlocked the door.
She slipped her flats off and stepped into the house. A warm, welcoming smell of sweet pea and lavender embraced her.
She sighed loudly and made her way upstairs. ‘I hope he isn’t here.’ she thought quietly to herself. She slipped her scarf off as she walked towards a large bedroom. She dropped it onto the floor and then pulled off her layers one by one. She started a bath and sat on the bathroom counter while waiting for the bath to be ready.
Over the running water, she heard a door open down stairs and foot steps, and barking. She sighed, stepped into the tub and turned the water off. She lowered herself into the water and took deep breaths as she leaned back.
Heavy footsteps came up the stairs and into the room. “babe?” he called out.
She didn’t respond. She knew he was talking to her, but she ignored him.
Whats going on you wonder?
Well, its that cliche thing, when the guy forgets something important. He’s forgotten multiple anniversaries and holidays. This time, he forgot her birthday. They had it all planned out too. She sat at the completely reserved restaurant all by herself for three hours. He never showed. She eventually left, surprisingly calm. As soon as she was out of sight of people, she left him an upset voicemail and broke down crying.
And so she walked herself back to his place to get all of her stuff and walk out of his life, for good.
she just laid still, submerging herself in water completely on some occasions. she didn’t even know what she was doing. she grabbed her soap from the side, opened it and squeezed it sloppily onto her hand.
she rubbed the soap on her arms, around her neck, on her back, and stopped. there was knocking on the door. ‘shit,’ she thought to herself, ‘I forgot to lock the door..’
she panicked and looked around for a sufficient hiding place. there was none. She gave up and just sat still, unamused.
He knocked again, “Babe, are you in there?” He opened the door.
She snapped. “who the hell else would it be?!?” she screamed. “is that why you were late? no, is that why you never remember? because you have so many others to remember?!”
She quickly cleaned herself off, got out, and wrapped a towel around herself. she drained the bath tub and walked angrily to the door. he stood in the way. “move,” she said, her voice breaking. She couldn’t even look at him. “babe,” he said in that cute, fragile voice that always worked on her. Not this time. “Damn it, move!” she yelled, tears threatening to escape her eyes.
she reached past him, towards the doorknob bur he grabbed her wrist with cold hands.
“let go!” she cried, trying to pull away from him.
“baby please, don’t do this..” he said quietly.
“shut up! I don’t want to hear your shit excuses!” she yelled. she stopped struggling, but tears began escaping her eyes. her knees were going weak. she sunk to the ground.
“babe, please don’t cry…” he said, crouching down and pulling her into a hug. she didn’t resist, but she did not accept it either. His clothes were nice, really nice, but soaked through and through.
“im sorry babe, it’s not like that…” he said, just realizing that this might be the end. he panicked. “Babe.. babe I swear you’re the only one for me. the only one. please don’t be so irrational.. don’t doubt my love..”
as he spoke, he thought about the day. He left early in the morning to pick up her present at the jewelry store.
not quite a proposal ring, but it was close. it was a promise ring. A simple platinum band with a white diamond in the middle.
He set the small box into his pocket and walked to his car. As he made his way to his car, it began to pour. ‘shit shit shit,’ he thought to himself. He still had to pick up flowers, cake, and change his clothes. He got into his car and checked the time. It read 8AM. He shrugged, he still had 5 hours.
Traffic was everywhere. he sighed in frustration. He parked again. He decided he was going to make a run for it all. He stepped out of the car
His flashback was rudely interrupted as she pulled back and pushed him to the side. She opened the door and ran out.
As soon as she was out, she took deep breaths and told herself over and over again, “I’m fine.”
She really wasn’t, but she wasnt going to admit that anytime soon. She walked over to the closet and took her clothes and belongings out. She pulled out a luggage and a large box from the top of the closet and tossed them on the bed. She took her towel off and slipped her bra and panties on. She looked at herself in the mirror as she clasped her bra. Her eyes were puffy and pink. She looked exhausted, and she clearly was because she paid no attention to him sitting on the bedside, watching her. She rubbed her eyes, brushed her hair back and breathed deeply. She slipped on a black skirt and a low, gray, form fitting tank top. she tied her hair up and slipped a white cardigan on. She pulled her neat stacks of clothes out of the closet and placed them into the luggage. She ignored his sad, longing eyes that only saw her. She ignored his very presence. If she looked at him, she knew she would lose it and stay.
She pulled out a pair of high heeled-knee high boots from the closet and slipped them on. she took her shoes out of the closet by the arm full and tossed them into the large box.
He watched her as she continued to act like he dud not exist. She didn’t know, but with every movement she made during this time, his heart broke more and more. Why? because she was one more step away from him everytime she took something out of the closet.
He wanted to cry, to beg her to stay, but he didn’t.
She felt her cheeks moisten with tears again. ‘Why doesn’t he stop me? Why doesn’t he keep trying? Why doesn’t he care…? why does he never cry for me.. even when I’m leaving…?’ she thought to herself over and over again. She wiped at her eyes, but her attempts to stop crying were futile.
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She got off of his leg and positioned her pussy above his dick. She stroked it with her hand up and down a few times, and then slowly began to lower herself onto his dick. She slid all the way, and stopped for a few moments.
She leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest.
She slowly moved herself up his dick, and then slowly moved back down. She continued to slowly ride him.
A few moments later, she picked up her pace, but still went all the way up and all the way down.
She rode and rode, until he was about to cum, again.
She slowed herself down, and stopped.
He let out a groan.
She slowly slid herself off of him and held his hard dick with her hand again. It was now very lubricated. She moved her hand up and down his shaft with a firm grip. While she pumped, She lowered her head to lick the tip of his dick. She pumped harder and faster, and she spaced his tip in her mouth.
She sucked on his dick and pumped him at the same time. She licked his very tip and pumped faster.
He let out a moan.
she stopped sucking and moved her head back, but she kept pumping his dick up and down, rubbing circles around his tip with her thumb. He couldn’t hold it in any longer, and came on her fingers, on her face and on her boobs.
She smiled and bit her bottom lip.
She licked her hand clean of his cum.
“My turn..?” she said, starting to untie the ropes.
she cut up the last bit of green onions for the soup and finished squeezing out the roasted Garlic for, whatever it was.
He stood and stirred the soup and the other sauces and what not.
if he let something go wrong, he knew she would have his head, which didn’t sound too bad at all.
She watched over his shoulder and nodded in approval.
“yay! done!” she exclaimed.
He turned off the heats and sighed loudly.
“hey!” she pouted and put her hands on her hips. “At least the hard part is all done now!”
She paused for a moment. ‘hard..’ She bursted out with a fit of giggles.
He quirked a brow at her.
“Oh nooothing…..” she said, wanting to just knock everything off the dining room table and do him right there.
She walked over to a drawer, pulled something out and slipped it into her cleavage.
“Johnnyyyyyy,” she said in her sexy, whiny voice.
She approached him and wrapper her arms around his waist, rubbing her boobs up against his torso.
She buried her face into his chest.
“mmmm, Johnnyyyyyy… you smell nice. And I like the sound of your heart…” she said, closing her eyes.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her head to his chest.
“Yeah? Well, good. Because that’s where you’ve been, and that’s where you’ll always be,” he said as he breathed into her hair.
“awwww,” she said, smiling into his chest, “you’re the sweetest!”
She pulled away and drew circles around his chest and tummy.
She looked up at him and pouted “Theres a mess on the table,” she said .
She took steps forward, backing him up into the table.
She pressed her boobs up against him again.
He turned slightly and pushed everything off of the table.
He hopped onto the table and leaned on his arms.
She climbed onto the table and and straddled him.
She placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him down so he was laying on the table.
She rubbed herself against his growingly hard dick, over and over again.
He reached to touch her, but she held his hands back down.
“not allowed~” she said, sticking her tongue out.
She pulled his shirt up
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she cut up the last bit of green onions for the soup and finished squeezing out the roasted Garlic for, whatever it was.
He stood and stirred the soup and the other sauces and what not.
if he let something go wrong, he knew she would have his head, which didn’t sound too bad at all.
She watched over his shoulder and nodded in approval.
“yay! done!” she exclaimed.
He turned off the heats and sighed loudly.
“hey!” she pouted and put her hands on her hips. “At least the hard part is all done now!”
She paused for a moment. ‘hard..’ She bursted out with a fit of giggles.
He quirked a brow at her.
“Oh nooothing…..” she said, wanting to just knock everything off the dining room table and do him right there.
She walked over to a drawer, pulled something out and slipped it into her cleavage.
“Johnnyyyyyy,” she said in her sexy, whiny voice.
She approached him and wrapper her arms around his waist, rubbing her boobs up against his torso.
She buried her face into his chest.
“mmmm, Johnnyyyyyy… you smell nice. And I like the sound of your heart…” she said, closing her eyes.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her head to his chest.
“Yeah? Well, good. Because that’s where you’ve been, and that’s where you’ll always be,” he said as he breathed into her hair.
“awwww,” she said, smiling into his chest, “you’re the sweetest!”
She pulled away and drew circles around his chest and tummy.
She looked up at him and pouted “Theres a mess on the table,” she said .
She took steps forward, backing him up into the table.
She pressed her boobs up against him again.
He turned slightly and pushed everything off of the table.
He hopped onto the table and leaned on his arms.
She climbed onto the table and and straddled him.
She placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him down so he was laying on the table.
She rubbed herself against his growingly hard dick, over and over again.
He reached to touch her, but she held his hands back down.
“not allowed~” she said, sticking her tongue out.
She pulled his shirt up over his head.
She kissed up and down his stomach and chest over and over again. she slowly ran her tongue over his nipples a few times before kissing up to his lips.
She kissed him lightly and pulled away.
Then she kiss him harder, running her tongue along his bottom lip. He opened his mouth slightly. She slowly slipped her tongue into his mouth and touched his. They stayed lip locked for a while.
She kept her body close to his. Her hands stayed on his from torso.
She pulled away first and he pouted.
her hands, lips, and tongue continued to roam around his torso.
She went back up to kiss him, but this time she held his hands behind his back. She pulled something out of her cleavage and tied his wrists together.
She pulled away from his lips and winked at him. He was dazed.
She slowly kissed down his chest and stomach again, and unbuttoned his jeans with her teeth. She slowly pulled them down and stopped pilling after his dick was uncovered. Well, for the lost part- she still had to take off his boxers.
She kissed his hard bulge and took his pants off all the way.
She tossed them to the side and straddled him again. She slowly took her shirt off and tossed it to the side too.
He groaned, now fully aware that he couldn’t touch her the way he wanted.
She let him take in the view for a few more moments and went back down to get him completely naked.
She rubbed around his chest and stomach with her hands and kissed around there too.
She slowly inched down his boxers until his dick was uncovered and stuck out. She bit her bottom lip and said, “mmmm.”
She pulled his boxers off.
She was tempted to start blowing him, but didn’t. She got off the table and unbuttoned her own jeans, making sure he was watching. She pulled them down and leaned forward, showing off her cleavage.
“Lay back downnn,” she whined, and so he did.
She pulled something else out of her cleavage and tied his ankles loosely together.
She climbed back onto the table and straddled him.
“wait…. this isn’t fair…” he started to complain, but stopped she rubbed her still covered pussy against his dick. He could feel how wet she was.
He sat up as she unstraddled him and moved herself down his body.
as she moved down, his dick rubbed up her whole body.
She held his dick in her right hand and licked the tip of it with her whole tongue. She stopped to kiss it, and then she slowly slid him into her mouth.
Her tongue rubbed circles around the tip of his dick. She lightly sucked, and slowly began to take in more and more of him into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as her hands went to give his ball a light squeeze. She massaged his balls with her left hand, as she sucked and moved her mouth up and down his dick.
She let out a moan and pulled her head away. She wrapped a hand around his now lubricated dick. She slowly moved her hand up and down as she put his balls into her mouth. She sucked lightly and massaged them with her tongue.
She pumped his dick faster and rubbed his tip with the whole palm of her free hand.
She slowed down and pulled away.
she licked his balls, the base of his cock, and slowly licked back up to his tip. She stopped to lick circles around his tip again, and licked back down to the base of his dick. Again and again.
then she put her mouth around his dick again, and sucked. She sucked harder, and moved her self up and down faster.
Everytime she went back down, she took more and more of him in her mouth.
He could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat. She let cut a moan.
She felt him get harder in her mouth, and she gradually slowed herself to a stop.
He groaned, he could only watch her take his dick into her mouth, and that was a huge turn on.
He was on the verge of begging her to finish him off, but he knew she wouldn’t.
She kneeled above one of his legs and slipped her panties down. There was obvious moisture around her pussy She slipped her panties off and tossed them to the side. She sat down on his thigh, and rubbed herself on his leg a bit.
He felt so much warmth and moisture, he wanted to het inside of her, but he couldn’t move, damn.
