For the next few days I didn't feel like getting out of bed, not really. I took my nausea pills when I felt sick, which wasn't too bad anymore but it was still there. By Friday I was home alone, everyone else had gone to work and what not. After eating crackers and ginger ale and barely anything else for the past week, I select a pan from the kitchen cabinet and two slices of bread and cheese for a grilled cheese sandwich. The sizzling butter on the pan fills my nose with the wonderful buttery scent, I smiled. Real food, yum.
When I was done cooking I sat in the living room couch and flipped through the TV channels, nothing good comes on anymore, except Gilmore Girls. I love Gilmore Girls. I took a bite from the greasy sandwich and savored the flavor, I also love cheese. Everything was silent but me, my thoughts really and then I heard a knock on the door. My eye brow shot up in confusion, I wrapped my blanket tighter around me and walked to the front door. I opened the door just a tiny crack and recognized the guest right away. Mark. I sighed, and threw the door open.
"What are you doing here?" I asked looking down at my uncovered bare feet, the wood boards of the porth were faded from the sun. "Um, come in." I gestured inside, and he did. He rubbed his hair and dragged his hand down his face before he started to talk. I closed the door and leaned on the couch for support.
"I know what's going on," he says, and my eyes widen in shock.
"You, you do?" I say quietly, I swallow the lump in my throat. He knew.
"We just, we moved so fast, and we had just started dating."A beet passed. Did he really know? "If you didn't feel the same way, why didn't you just say something? I feel an idiot, I feel stupid for loving you more than you liked me back. It's almost like I made up the last couple of months in my head! You had me worried sick at the hospital!" I stood there, taking it in. He didn't know. "I love you, Noelle." I opened my mouth to say, I know, I know you do. But I couldn't bring myself to say the words. "So nothing? Did you even care?"
"Yes."I heard myself say.
"So what happened?"I told him the truth.
"Things changed."
"Like what?" his light eyes were red and watery. He'd been crying, and here I was all caught up in everything else that I'd almost forgotten our break up, of being a couple, and friends.
"Like, me."
"That's it? That's all you have to say?"I nod. I just stood there watching him open and slam the door back. He stood behind the door for a moment shaking his head. When I heard his car I stood at the window and watched him leave. I sat back down on the sofa but push my plate away, my appetite was gone. All day I sat on that couch just staring at the TV, not even watching it just staring. Did I really just purposely break his heart? I did technically tell him the truth, but I still felt awful.
Mom came home around three, when she walked in I was staring at the ceiling. "Hey, what's the matter? Everything okay?" No, absolutely not, nothing is okay especially not everything.
"Mark stopped by."I told her. She sat on the arm rest of the couch.
"And?"
"I think I broke his heart." I said."I told him things had changed and I had changed and that I never cared, and he said he loved me!"I said it all with a blank expression, almost a whisper.
"Oh, honey." she bent down and hugged me. She glanced at the once bitten sandwich on the table and patted my knee. "What do you want for dinner? Anything at all, I'll make it or get it."
"I'm not hungry." I say but she knows I'm lying.
"You have to eat something." she says nugging my shoulder.
So that night we had my favorite, mexican food.
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Skinny Love
Teen Fiction'A teenage girl comes face to face with her past and must deal with its consequences.' Ella got pregnant at seventeen, by her best friend but he doesn't know about it. Instead of telling him she changed schools and took on a new life where no one kn...
