Not a Love Story

25

"You need a ride?" I was walking out of my home with the big stuffed bear you gave to me.

"Nah, thanks though." I said to Ryan, who just happened to be passing by.

It's Friday, it's after school and I was going to your home, or the forest to burn the bear.

"You sure? Because where ever it is you're going to, you could get there faster if I take you." He offered again.

"Ryan, it's ok."

He sighed and I started to walk.

"I just want to be your friend at least." He confessed as he stayed behind.

I'm sorry, I don't even want to be your friend.

I don't hate you, but I can't forgive you that easily.

I said nothing and kept walking.

Walking with a stupid bear, yeah I would do that.

Why?

Because I'm stupid anyways.

After about 20 minutes of walking I arrived to your house.

Should I just leave it there at the door step?

I don't know, maybe knock and leave it.

Hmm, I can give it to his mom or dad.

I walked to your door and knocked.

I wait for a few seconds then knock again.

Slowly the door opens.

"Hey." You say bored.

You're the last person I want to see.

"Here." I extend my arms and wait for you to recieve it.

You look at it and see-- well I hope you see it's still the same.

I took care of it, because I really liked it.

You stayed quiet, but then sighed and stepped aside from the door.

"Leave it in my room." You said but I don't know where it is.

I lowered the bear and gave you a confused look.

Then I dropped it in front of you and turned.

I hear footsteps behind me as I came close to the sidewalk.

I decide not to turn, but I feel a warm hand grab mine.

You then held my waist with the other hand and whispered in my ear.

"Come inside."

I felt my entire body become hot after that.

"No."

There was no way I'd let that happen, so I tried to wiggle my hand out.

Your grip was strong however.

I know you, but I didn't know how physically strong you really were.

"Lets talk." You whispered again.

I didn't know whether to give in or not.

I mean what do I have to talk to you about?

There's nothing to say.

"I have nothing to talk about with you." I say with a cold tone.

You start pulling me in however.

"Let go, you have a girlfriend."

You don't let go but you stop.

"I don't." You say with a monotone.

It sent a shiver down my spine and gave me goosebumps.

"You shouldn't be dragging people into your home either!" I say loud enough for only us two to hear.

"Besides, she'll think your cheating on her if you keep this up!" I say with a smirk.

"You should call her and spend time with her anyways."

"Or hold her hand again!"

"Stop playing with-" You interrupted me.

"I broke up with her!" You yelled, I tesned up and stopped struggling.

I stay quiet and feel my tummy make weird turns and twists.

It felt like a whole rollercoaster of emotions.

Happy, sad, angry, disappointed, joyous, envious, jealous.

"Good for you." I say sadly.

"Let's talk." You hold me tighter, pull me into a hug, and rest your chin on my shoulder.

"We have nothing to talk about."

I say again, I don't know why I'm not letting this opportunity to myself.

"Yes we do. Please come inside for a bit."

"Five minutes."

"Thirty."

"Ten."

"Fifteen at least."

I take a deep breath and let it out.

"Fine."

You let me go and take my hand, as if you were making sure I wouldn't get lost like a child.

I hate you.