Eddie's POV
I'm pretty sure I just fucked up, and our first date of all things.
She was honest with me and told me what happened with Jason, which leaves a sour taste in my mouth but I reacted poorly. More like I reacted over her talking about Chrissy. I really have to get over that girl. She's cute- but I'm with a goddess. A girl who is so far out of my league, she's on another planet.
I glance over to her, she's facing the window with her eyes closed and her forehead creased. Her eyebrows squished together like she's in pain. I should apologize to her, it's not fair to her that I still have feelings for Chrissy. Shit we never even dated.
Her hand is still in mine, and she squeezes it and opens her eyes. They're watery, but she blinks it away and turns to me with a smile. "But I was thinking of taking his offer up and joining the cross country team. I already love to run and having other people push me could be nice."
That's not what I was expecting her to say. "If you want too, go for it. You'd probably like it."
I feel her eyes staring at my face, "Probably. Maybe. Have you ever met the school counselor?"
Another weird question from her. In the one day I haven't been around her, so much has changed. How the hell did Billy keep up with this? Well she also wasn't aware of her powers when they were together. "Too many times. She's nice." I glance over to her as I make a right turn. "What about her?"
"My mom said she came into her office at work and wanted to set up a meeting with me next week. Since I'm new to the school and wanted to get my classes in order before school starts. Maybe get me into extra things around school." She says, her finger making a small circle in my palm. "But enough about what happened to me yesterday. What'd you do?"
"I was with the guys for most of it. We were trying to come up with some new material."
"And did you?" She asks, rubbing her red lips together.
"Not really. Jeff had some ideas, so we are working with that."
She hums, "Well I don't want to over step my bounds here- but I can write some stuff for you guys. I have so many just running up here." She twirls her finger in a circle by her head, "And I can't sing them anymore. So I could give them to you and you guys maybe make sense of it?"
"Why can't you sing?" I ask, and immediately regret it. The last time I heard her sing was while she was holding Billy as he was dying. I can't blame her for not wanting to sing again.
She chews on the inside of her cheek before she answers, "I can. Not like I use too. I-" She sighs, "Like split my vocal cord in two when I took down the mall. So the screaming is gone. Trust me I've tried and nothing comes out. But- I can go lower now. Way lower." She smiles, and it goes up to her eyes. "You might like it."
I smile back at her, "I bet I would princess." I have to turn this around, and show her I'm all about her. I'm throwing all my chips in with her. All her chaos and beauty.
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Brooklyn's POV
My stomach finally settles down, my heart starts hammering in my chest and I feel myself start to relax, getting back to my normal self. Like I was before we left my house. I hope to God Billy stays out of my head tonight. We roll up to the skating rink, the parking lot still mostly empty and the sun slowly setting behind it.
He parks my car towards the back and sets the e break, "Lets have some fun tonight." He grins, and pulls me closer to him and sighs, "I'm sorry about earlier."
"About what?" I ask, my mind going haywire now that I'm closer to him. His hand wrapped around my forearm and his face mere inches from mine.
"About not quite listening to you. And only bringing up Chrissy." He pulls back and sits back in my seat. His head resting on the head rest, and his left leg resting on the door frame. "You always said you wanted honesty. So I'll be honest. I use to have this massive crush on her."
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The Spring of Love & Heartbreak
FanfictionBook 2 to The Summer of Love & Heartbreak. Go read that first. She survived the night- or did she? She wakes up a changed person after she couldn't save Billy. How will she keep going on? Move on without him? Her pain is like the wind; uncontrollab...