Run To You

Chapter 1

Avi POV
I'm in love. I didn't even realize I was falling, until I was too deep to get out. The girl I love is a crazy, mod beautiful girl, who gets my heart racing. She is talented, beautiful, and totally the farthest away from being mine. Kirstie. She doesn't love me. I just know it. She, she is one of my best friends, and I know she's in love with someone else. The way she talks about Jeremy, I couldn't ever compare. I run a hair through my hair.

"Oh, Avi!" Scott riffs.

"Yep?" He snapped me out of my trance.

"I need one last song for the new album. Feeling emotional?"

Tears well in my eyes, threatening to spill. My throat tightens, unable for me to speak. I open my mouth to at least croak a 'Sure', but the waterworks fall.

"Um, Avi?" Scott pats my back.

"I'm sorry! It's just, can I tell you a secret?"

"Um, sure?"

"You cannot tell anyone. Not even Mitch," I breathe a sigh.

"Yes, Avi," he becomes impatient.

"I'm in love with Kirstie," I feel another wave of tears, but choke those back.

"Oh, Avi. I'm sorry. I won't tell anyone," he intertwines his pinky with mine. I'm lucky he's one of my best friends.

"You know, I love her so much. I've liked her from the Sing Off. I've loved her since this time we were hanging out, and we were dancing. She looked perfect, and I knew just then I loved her. It was a while ago. It's-it's the worst, you know," I say.

"Yeah, J feel you. I'm in love with Mitch. I understand completely," he pats me on the shoulder.

"Maybe you and I could just talk about how we feel?" I suggest.

"Um, dude?" He laughed.
"It would be nice to talk about it, you know. We're supposed to be men, who are strong and mighty, and don't have feelings. I just want to talk about it," I throw my hands up in defeat.

"Okay, I'll go first. Mitch and I live together. It's hard! I sleep two doors down from him, and I don't have the balls to tell him. All I want to do is hug him, and kiss him, and make him feel safe in my arms. Once, he had a bad dream and he came and cuddled with me. It was great, and I wish I could do that every night. Sometimes he's as clueless as a blonde," he breathes.

Crap, it's my turn. "I love Kirstie. She loves Jeremy. Jeremy loves booze. Her apartment is right next to mine; I know when Jeremy comes home drunk. He wouldn't dare lay a finger on her. I would beat him to a bloody pulp. The things he says to her, though. They're nasty, rude, thoughtless, and for some reason she still stays with him. I just want her to be happy. If she's happy, that's all that matters to me. If her and me getting together causes her pain before, then I don't want her to go through heart break. She deserves happiness. That's all I want for her," I say. He nods, and we get to work on the new song. It's called 'Run To You'. It's almost too accurate. I would do anything for Kirstie. When I get home, Kirstie is walking out of her apartment. She has sad eyes, but when she sees me she smiles. Her eyes still say hurt.

"What's up?" She smiled.

"Nothing," I reply blandly.

"Have you seen Jeremy?"

"Nope."

"Oh," she looks down. "Where were you?"

"Writing a song with Scott."
"It feels like this is a one sided conversation."

"Sorry."
"Really?" her eyebrows knotted together. It took every fiber of my being not to reach out and touch her hair.

"Kirst?"

"Yeah?"

"I lo-" I start. "Never mind."

"What?"

"I just love this new place."

"Oh yeah? What is it called?"

"Cocomero."

"That new fro-yo place?"

"Yeah." A moment of silence fills the air.

"What happened?"

"What?" I cocked my head.

"Why were you crying?"

"A beautiful girl broke my heart," I shrugged, and she hugged me. The tears welled in my eyes. Kirstie squeezed, and the tears streamed down the sides of my cheeks.

"Bye, Avi," She patted my back before letting go.

"Bye," I choked. She looked at me, and saw the tears.

"What happened?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"I told you," I state.

"No, like, between us."

"Jeremy."

"Oh, yeah. I wish he didn't drive us apart."

"Me too."

"Yeah."

"Maybe we could hang out tonight."

"Sorry, I have plans with Jeremy," she smiled at me.

"You must really love him to resist my cooking."

"I really do love him," she said. "If he left I would be shattered."

I walk into my apartment, and go change into exercise clothes. I go to the gym, and to a punching bag. I put on some gloves, and punch. I punch out the hurt, pain, anger, sorrow. I hit the bag. It breaks spreading sand all around. I turn around and see a horrified Kirstie. She covers her mouth with her hands.

"Kirstie-" I start.

"Can we talk?" She frowns.

"Um, sure. My place or
your's?"

"Your's."

We walk back in silence. Maybe because I beat the cuss out of a sandbag and freaked her out. Maybe she was angry. If you can't tell, I'm horrible at reading people.

"What happened?" I shut my apartment door behind us.

"I wanted to talk about relationship with Jeremy."

"What about Scott or Mitch?"

"You're closer," She twirled a strand of hair in her fingers.

"So what's up?"

"I threatened to break up with Jeremy if he kept drinking. He said he'd rather have booze then me," she chocked, and I pulled her into a warm embrace.

"Honey, this relationship isn't good for you," I kissed the top of her head.

"Yeah, but if we break up, I'll have no where to go," she rested her head on my shoulder. It burned.

"You could live here until you get a place," I rubbed circles on her back.

"Okay. Will you go help me break it off with Jeremy?" she looked at me, and her lip quivered.

"Sure." We walk out, and I rest my hand on the door handle.

"Please don't do to him what you did to that punching bag."

"As you wish."