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Dedication: BeatingHeartsBaby for the awesome cover on the side. Thank you, it's great. :)
A special thank you to SamiJane14 for suggesting that 'The Letdown' by The White Tie Affair reminds her of this story. :)
Recap:
"We're done."
"What?" he squeaked.
Yes, he actually squeaked.
"Done." I repeated firmly.
"Let's just talk about this-" he began.
"Not just done from our relationship. Done from our friendship."
His mouth fell open. "You can't be-"
"Serious?" I laughed humourlessly, physically feeling my bruised ego. "I am. Don't talk to me any more."
With that, I jerked myself away from him and ran down the hall, tears gushing fluently down my face. I felt like I was five years old, running away from school crying. But I couldn't help it. It felt as though my heart had been ripped into two and ripped from my chest.
I hate Carter Williams.
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************************** One Year Ago *****************************
Carter's P.O.V:
It was hardly a second over six a.m before I was sprinting down the hall and barging roughly through the door of Lacey's bedroom. I leapt on top of her and belly flopped. Our bodies colliding together with a painful smack, the pain hardly registering in my mind.
"THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE. GET UP LACEY!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, making my throat burn slightly.
She jolted awake, sitting up so abrupt our foreheads smashed together. I gasped and fell backwards, as I stared up into her wide eyes. Although pain skittered across my head, I couldn't help grin up at her.
"Ouch!" I laughed, as I shot up again and pinned her down roughly. "You're going to pay for that."
She frantically began trying to wriggle out from underneath me, as I began cackling with laughter. She stopped and let out a huff of air. Her 'grumpy' facade didn't work too well as a smile danced around the edge of her lips.
"I'd like to point out you're the one who jumped on top of me yelling the house was on fire!"
"I don't see your point."
"Thanks Carter." she stated sarcastically.
"You're welcome, beautiful birthday girl."
"Oh my God." she breathed, her eyes dilating in excitement. "It's my birthday!"
"It surely is." I beamed at her.
I edged closer to her and pressed my lips against hers, ignoring the fact that we both probably reeked of morning breath. This day... we have been waiting for sixteen years now. It was going to be the night we would finally be together, in more ways than one.
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