Choose Your Prize (George Shelley/Union J)

Chapter Thirteen: America

This took really long to update and I don't know why but I always promise weekly updates and they end up being monthly! I'm so sorry! I know you're all anxious for who made the fire... so let's get reading:)

Chapter 13

- 2 Years On -

New York, USA

        I woke up this morning to a warm glow of the glistening sun peaking through the sheer curtains of my hotel window. I stretched and yawned a bit, until I rolled over and realized that the bed sheets were cold. It meant I was alone, again.

           Alone in a strange city. He was here last night. I can't do this anymore. It started out with a kiss and now I ended up alone, naked in plain white bed sheets in a foreign country.

           Two fucking years later and I still can't let go. Yet, he's running around the globe living la vida loca, picking up as many innocent girls who were just looking for someone to spend the night with.

             I'm sitting here, in love with someone who is tricking me into thinking they feel the same way. I'm lighting yet another cigarette to try and get my feelings in place; to control them with something else. I'm sitting here thinking of what he's doing right now. He's probably pulling down the straps of a minidress off a bottle blonde, locking tongues with her. I can feel the jealousy in my blood increase. Although I know it's most probably all in my head, it still brings me an extremely sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. A sensation I'd been feeling a lot lately, unfortunately.

              The sad thing? Whatever George and I have, I knew was over before it even began.

          A few hours later, I sat back with the cigarette held between my index and middle finger, exhaling the cooling smoke into the air, feeling slight relief. Then, my Macbook started to light up with an iChat request from the one and only.

              "Hey babe," he smiles into the camera, and he looks amazing, as usual.

            "Hi," I exhale quickly, tossing the cigarette to the ground and smoldering it with my heel. He hated when I smoked.

              "What's wrong?" he shifts his position, "something seems off."

            That's when I burst. "What the hell do you mean?! We slept together last night for the first time in eight months and I wake up without you here!"

              "I can explain."

             "Try me," I say, turning away and crossing my arms persistently, yet fully aware that I'd forgive him anyway. I always did.

              "I'm in England. I'm so sorry, baby."

              "It's fine, I guess," I decided, but I wasn't sure it WAS fine this time.

              He smiled really wide. "What have you done today?"

             What had I done? I took a stroll down Times Square, trying to list ways on how my life can be improved. However, the entire time, the only thing that consumed my thoughts were the way your lips felt like angels against mine, and you were my heaven. I don't tell you this, though. Instead, I say I spent the day in the hotel, working on new song lyrics.

            "Okay well, I've got to go, love you," he smiled and suddenly the little window that contained his porcelain face disappeared.

           Disappeared, just like everything that we had between us. The whole "I love you," was bullshit and I knew it. Life kind of sucks when the people you care most about don't return those feelings.

          But, after all, that's life. Sometimes we expect more from others because we're willing to go the extra mile to do so much for them even though they don't feel the same way.

            After all these lies, after all this distance and time apart, after all these fights, it's still him and I don't understand why anymore. All I know is; I feel destructive.

           But like a petal falling from a dying flower, I still fell for him. Even though I knew it wouldn't work out anyways.

EXTREMELY SHORT SO I CAN UPDATE NEXT WEEK! SORRY GUYS. x 

Now, I actually need your guys' help- whoever even reads this anymore.

I'm having trouble coming up with ideas as I lost my story planning journal. If you want me to continue this story and have WEEKLY or bi-weekly updates, I need ideas!

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