"Chris . . . even if there were no one in my life right now . . let's pretend Jordyn didn't exist . . the two of us couldn't be together . . no in this life . . it's just not possible"
"And why not?"
"C'mon, Chris . . the whole school would make fun of us . . we would never hear the end of it"
"Michael . . I wouldn't give a damn about them . . to hell with everybody who doesn't agree with what I feel for you . . to hell with them!"
"But it doesn't matter anyway, Chris . . I'm not in love with you . . and we will never be together . . so . . why bother?" Michael says, getting up from the grass. I remain seated just for a little while longer. Michael wants to leave . . I know it . . but he doesn't . . he's standing there, doing something on his phone.
"What are you waiting for?" I ask him. He looks down at me. "I'm waiting for you . . let's go home . . it's getting cold, Chris"
"Naa . . I'll stay out here . . I'm kinda liking the chilly air . . you go ahead . . I'll see you at school tomorrow"
"You sure?" Michael asks.
"Yea . . I'll be fine"
Michael gives me a half-smile and walks away. I lay down on the grass and close my eyes. Michael words made me feel good but at the same time they crushed my heart. Hearing him say that we will never be together breaks my heart . . I know he likes Jordyn . . and I want to be happy for him but . . I just can't.
I care about him too much.
"Chris!"
I open my eyes and sit up from the grass.
"Mike? I thought you went home"
"Come on, Chris . . get moving . . it's getting cold" I can't help but smile, grabbing my backpack and jacket. Michael walks me to my house. We give each other our famous best friend handshake.
"See you tomorrow, Chris"
"See you tomorrow, Mike"
~ Michael's point of view ~
I just walked Chris home. I'm now headed to my house. I didn't want to leave Chris at the park all by himself. Not that he can't take care of himself . . I just didn't feel ok leaving him there by himself. I walk inside. Mom is cooking up a storm.
"Hi, baby"
"Hey, mom . . ."
. . . . .
"Are you ok, Michael?"
"I'm fine . ."
I throw my backpack on the couch and take a seat in front of the TV. Some girly talkshow is on . . I close my eyes and lean back on the couch. "How was school?" Mom asks.
"Good . . ."
"Are you in trouble at school? . . what's that look on your face?"
"Mom, I'm not in trouble at school . . I'm just . . never mind, ok?"
She closes the fridge and walks over to me. She takes a seat next to me and gives me a big, wet kiss on my cheek. "C'mon, sugarface . . talk to your momma . . what's bothering you?"
"Nothing is bothering me, ok?"
"Are you having girl troubles?" She asks, pinching me in my stomach.
"No"
"What's the matter, baby? . . is everything ok with Chris and you?"
. . . . .
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Shattered Heart
Romance"This thing between Chris and I is like a book no one should ever read. If I could, I would rip it apart and burn the pages" © All Rights Reserved
