Not So Cliché After All

Two Sides To Every Story

"What is it?" She asked. Paris shrugged, turning back to the sky. She counted to three in her head before looking back at Alyson, whom she found still looking at her. Paris lifted Alyson's chin with two fingers, leaning down until their noses were nearly touching. Alyson leaned up, so that their lips were just barely ghosting over the others.

-Paris' POV-

Then I placed my lips against hers. Butterflies filled my stomach. She kissed back gently. I could feel a small smile on her lips. Then I remembered. I pulled away abruptly and stood up.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Alyson. I'm so sorry." I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. I couldn't do this. What would everyone think? What would my dad do? He would literally kill me if I brought a girl home. The whole school would make fun of me. I can't lose my reputation over some random girl.

"Sorry for what?" She asked.

"For fucking things up. I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm sorry." I repeated.

"You didn't fuck things up. I like you. No need to be sorry." She giggled softly. My heart shattered. I can't do this.

"I'm not sorry for the kiss, I'm sorry for this." I turned and started walking off, I could hear her scramble to her feet.

"Where are you going?!"I heard her call, voice ringing with confusion.

"Home. You should too, Aly. I'm sorry but this is over. I don't like you like that." I replied, still walking away. I couldn't look her in the eye and tell her that I didn't like her. She grabbed my shoulder so that I would be facing her. My teary eyes finally met hers. Thinking of how mad my father would be, I got angry. This was supposed to be easy. Why the fuck was everything so damn hard.

"Let go of me." I scoffed.

"Why did you kiss me if you didn't like me?!" She asked, then her face broke. I wish I knew what she was thinking.

She let go of me and stormed off to her Jeep. I could see tears in her eyes as she pulled out of the parking lot and drove away. I sat down in the grass, crying. I fucked things up. I was just so scared. Why did I have to be so different? Why can't I love who I want to?

After a few minutes, I got up and started walking home. Maybe love just isn't real. Maybe it's just a phase. It was a good two hour walk home if I walked normal but I didn't. I drug my feet, shoulders slumped. My heart was aching and I honestly didn't want to go home and get yelled at. I should've brought my skateboard but Prin- Alyson drove me.

I walked down the dark, empty streets. I was sad but couldn't cry. I was just numb, as empty as the streets. I stopped by an alleyway, sitting down by a vent. It let out warm air, it was chilly out so I decided to stay a while. My eyelids got heavy so I closed them. Letting myself drift into the darkness.

-Third Person POV-

Alyson turned the radio up slightly. Her and Mark were on the way to school, listening to Jealousy, Jealousy. After the song ended Alyson turned the radio down.

"We have chemistry together, right?" Alyson asked.

"And Algebra. You never told me what you were doing outside of my house." Mark decided to bring up the elephant in the room- or car.

"Oh..yeah. I got in a fight with my friend and stormed off." She said simply but hesitated on friend.

"Friend?" Mark asked, raising a brow.

"Friend. If we are even considered friends anymore." She sighed.

"If you want to talk about it, I'll keep your secret safe. When you're with me, no judgement." He said, sincerely.

"When you're with me, no judgement" Alyson sang, thinking of the song No Judgement.

"Niall Horan?" He asked, earning a small smile and a nod.

"The one and only. All that happened was they kissed me twice- well once but almost kissed me twice- then claimed to not have feelings and stormed off." She bit her lip, still hurt by it.

"Paris?" He asked softly.

"What?" Alyson asked, looking like a deer in headlights.

"My twin sister is her best friend." Mark explained.

"You are THAT Mark?!" Alyson asked, remembering Paris telling her about Maya's brother. As they were at a red light, she turned to face him with a look of shock.

"Yep." He chuckled.

"Small world." She muttered, turning back to the road.

-

"Thank you, for everything." Paris said, quietly. Her voice barely audible over the telly. Maya glanced over at her.

"You don't have to thank me for anything. You are my best friend. I just want you to be safe." Maya smiled, placing her arm around Paris. Paris let her head lay on Maya's shoulder.

They were at Maya's dad's house, while Mark had spent the night with their mum. Maya's dad was hardly ever home so they mainly hung out there. Maya had learned not to ask questions when Paris showed up dirty or bloody, needing a place to stay.