Forgetting

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Dylan:

My friends had heard about the break up and sounded happy. I swear the next time I see them I'm going to kick all their asses. My best friend Nick invited me over for a party. I decided to go because I needed to get my mind off of Penelope.

I put on whatever I thought looked clean and smelled good enough. Didn't matter anyways, i'd just put on colgne.

I arrived at the party near sunset. My friends saw me walk up and ran out to greet me. "Dylan, what's up?" Nick asked.

"Eh, nothing much." I said nonchalntly.

"You doing alright without Penelope?" Nick asked. He sounded sincere, maybe he meant it.

"Yeah, you could say i'm doing alright." I lied.

"Great! Penelope was werid anyways. You could have a much more sociable and hot girl besides that." Nick said, the guys backing him up. "So, how'd you break it to her?"

"I didn't. She broke up with me." I said. The guys got guilty looks on their faces and looked away.

"Oh, sorry man. Well now you're free. I heard Claire has been wanting to date you." Nick said. I rolled my eyes. I dated Claire once. Every time we were alone she'd try to make me do it with her. I broke up with her after I couldn't take it anymore. She was the one that tripped Penelope the day we met.

"Oh really? I'm not intrested." I say.

"Come on, man. This is Claire, one of the hottest chicks around this place!" Nick urged. Just then, Claire ran over with two of her friends. I recognized them. The brunett was a person who is a germ-phobic. The blonde was as dumb as a stump. Claire, herself, was blonde and complete bitch.

"Hi, Dylan. I heard about the break-up. I'm really sorry, but she was ugly anyways." Claire smiled and laughed. I looked at her angirly.

"She was such a loner." The brunett chimed in. They all laughed. I turned around and started home. I couldn't take anymore of that bitch and her posse.

Penelope:

I sat on Zoe's couch watching her drag my things into the house. She stopped and looked at me.

"Uh, care to help?" Zoe asked. I looked at her and got up. "I don't care if you're in a bad mood. Well, I do care, but you broke up with him. Shouldn't you be the one that feels no pain?" Zoe asked. I broke down.

"But I didn't want to leave him!"I cried. I feel to my knees and covered my face. Zoe leaned down and hugged me to comfort me.

"Look Penelope, I understand you left him because of the bitches that are jealous of you, but If you truely love him then just go back to him. If you really loved him you wouldn't care what others think." Zoe said. She got up and continued with my bags.

I sat there for a minute, considering what she said. I knew she was right, but I wasn't Zoe. I wasn't strong and brave, I couldn't take a hit. I was meek and scared, I'd break easily.

I decided that I would wait, and see if Dylan truely loved me. It's like a story I read in fifth grade. There was a girl who had meet a prince and they'd fallen in love. Everyone in the royal court disapproved of this and banished the girl.

The prince loved her so much it hurt him to be away from her, so he left the castle and joined the girl. They ran far away from there and lived together happily forever.

If Dylan truely loved me, he would come rescue me.

Dlyan:

I opened the door to my empty house. There was no happy Penelope waiting for me. This made me even sadder.

I went over and plopped on the couch. I could go and beg for Penelope to come back, but she may not want to come back. I could call her, but I don't know her number and I had lost my phone. I was just going to have to forget Penelope the best I could.

Which was impossible.

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This will be a short story now, only i'm dumb and i'm not sure if a short story even has chapters.

If one of you readers out there would be so kind, please explain to me how long a short story is.

Anyways, sorry this chapter is so short. There are only going to be two or three more chapters in this series.

Once again, I'm an idiot. Thanks for reading and please vote, comment and possibly fan.

~Sabrina Marie~

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