waiting for superman | book three

nineteen

She says, "If life was a movie, then it wouldn't end like this, Left without a kiss."

By this time, the student parking lot is empty except for the black Chevy Cruze and the two teenagers sitting upon it's glossy hood. The teacher lot is emptying out as well, only a few cars belonging to custodians and administrators remaining. 

The sun has begun to set, casting darkness through the sky except for the few traces of fiery reds and oranges. A slight spring breeze blowing, causing prickly goosebumps to arise on the teens' exposed arms.

"What's stopping you?" Maddie asks, looking up at Josh's defined face.

"The fact that she could hurt me like this scares me because what if she does it again? If she did it once it can easily happen another time. Maybe it wasn't even the first time," Josh explains.

"You can't think like that. If you're too scared of getting hurt, you'll become cold and hard like me," Maddie coos.

"I just don't think I would be to go through this again. It's killing me the first time, what would it do the second?" he wonders aloud.

"Who says that there will be another time? Chloe loves you. Something clearly happened that night that you don't know about because you never heard her side of the story. She's not going to do it again," she says.

"But what if knowing the truth just makes it hurt that much more?" Josh asks.

"Josh, this is the part of every cliché love story that as ever been made when the boy either goes and gets the girl the whole audience knows he's in love with or the movie ends all sad and depressing. You get decide how your movie ends. You get to choose if it ends happily, or if it's left without a kiss," Maddie says before sliding off the car hood and heading off in the direction of her house a few blocks away.