Here We Go Again

Here We Go Again
- A one-shot story for the Wattpad Romance's new challengeㅡ Songspiration.

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When he came back, I didn't know what to do or say. All I know is that it's all too familiar. He looked just like how he did back then. The same looks, smile, and style that made me fall inlove with him. And the same looks, smile, and style that made me cry.

What's even more painful is that he's back. Everything's back, the good and the bad memoriesㅡthey're all back.

He came back for me, for what? To kill me again? To make fun of me? What? What's the reason? There's so much doubt but even though all is at negative, a little part of me was happy.

That night, I was watching some crappy romantic comedy on Star Movies. It was midnight and I just wanted to finish the movie so I could go to sleep when I hear a car pull up in front of the house.

Weird, I wasn't expecting anyone to come by this late.

I turned off the television and peeked at the window. It was dark outside, but I can trace a figure of a man close his car door.

I can see his sillhouette approach my front door and when he was close enough I scramble to the door.

He knocked.

I gingerly jerked the knob and slowly opened the door.

"Hey," he smiles at me.

You don't know how much I wanted to shut the door. How much I wanted to slap, kick, to hurt him.

"What do you want?" I asked flatly.

He giggled silently, "The same old Nicole, always so grumpy,"

I beamed at him and attempted to close the door when he pushed the door the opposite way.

"Wait, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm just happy to see you again that's all," he said.

"Well, you saw me. So you can leave now," I tried to close the door again but his hands were settled on the door.

"No, please let's talk." he pleaded.

"Talk about what? You know, I've heard that you finally have a new girl, why bother talk to me then?" I crossed my arms.

He gave out a heavy sigh then spoke.

"Yes there is some other girl," he said.

I rolled my eyes. Gee, how can he come up to me just to say that he has another. God, the deciet.

"But the thing is, I can't stop thinking about you," he looked at me in the eye.

"Ford, don't." I tried to argue but he cut me off.

"I want to start again, Nicole. I can't be with anybody else when all that I can see is you," he pleaded. His James Dean eyes looking hopefully in mine.

"It's not that easy, Ford."

"C'mon come with me, I wanna show you something," he gave out his hand.

Should I take it? Or should I just close the door since his hands are away from the door now?

Second chances. Are they really optional?

"I...," I paused. "Fine." I finally said.

He smiled at me then let me take the lead to the car.

He just drove and drove. He was never focused on the road, he's constantly glancing at me.

"Where are you taking me anyway?" I asked.