Love Me Like You Do. (H2o Delirious Fanfic)

Let's Get Real.

Seeing Jonathan in that restaurant with that girl brought no questions to my mind.

...

None at all.

I wish I could be serious. Who was she? Why was she with him? What are her intentions? How far do they go back? When can I kill her? And then the big question...does Jonathan like her?

See, a few things have been brewing in my mind. Like I might have a slight crush on Jonathan. No, I'm not in love with him because let's get real here, this is not a poorly written fanfiction where they admit their in love with each other in the first two chapters.

I would never do that. 'I love you' holds a lot of meaning for me. I'm not going to carelessly throw it around.

It's Monday morning and I'm heading to art...with Jonathan. A.K.A my new found crush. I only wanted him as a friend. That's all. Nothing more. Cause you know, he's cool! He likes the same things I do. He's funny, smart, really good at art, pretty. Friends can admit that their other friend is attractive, cause he is! His brown eyes and curly hair. And his gaming skills are out of this world!

It's hard to admit that I like him cause he would never like me back. I mean, yeah I'm funny sometimes but that can't hold a relationship together.

I enter the classroom and BOOM...no one is there. Thank God. Mrs. Dane is here though.

"Morning Mrs. Dane," I say making friendly conversation. It would be rude not to say anything. "How was your weekend?"

She looks up from her work, it looks like she's grading art projects. "Oh, good morning to you too dear!" She looks happy that I took her away from her work. "It was okay. I had so many project to grade and I still have some left. I actually wanted to talk to you about a sketch you did a little while back." She starts shuffling papers around and I lean against  her desk, bringing my hand up to rub at my eye. I'm still tired, leave me alone. 

"Which one?" I don't remember doing anything good. Or maybe I'm getting in trouble. I can't get in trouble! I always try at least! But she's talking about a sketch of mine. Most of my sketches are on the better side. I just can't paint.

"Oh! Here it is!" She pulls out my whole sketch book. I thought I brought that home with me...hmm oh well. Magic.

She starts flipping through it with ease, finding the page she wanted to show me. She holds up the sketch I did on my grandmother.

"What about it." I say with a shrug of my shoulder. It was good, but I had better sketches in there. I don't know why she would choose to look at that one. I remember Jonathan and mines talk about it. He said that I should have used color. I still agree.

I look around and the class is starting to fill up and Jonathan is in the back, but he's not submerged in his work like usual. He's staring at me. I don't like it. My mind is fuzzy cause I know he's looking. Oh good pancakes save me.

"It's...troubling to me." I whip my head back to Mrs. Dane.

"You think it's bad?" I question, starting to panic. "I know I should have added color, but we didn't have enough time in the class. I'm sorry, I'll work harder." I might have rambled a little bit.

The bell rings, the start of class. Everyone is looking at Mrs. Dane and I. I don't like attention. No. noPe.

"No Rae, calm down," she looks like she doesn't know how to put what she trying to say into words. "Someone anonymously suggested that I check up on you because of this sketch. Is everything alright? At home I mean. I know its just you and your mom."

I kind of got mad. That sketch says nothing except that my grandma has Alzheimer's. And who is this person who is concerned about me? I'm perfectly fine.

I take a deep breath and say, "I'm fine. Everything at home is fine. Class is starting. Bye Mrs. Dane." I go to my seat with everyone's eyes on me. I didn't expect the conversation to go like that.

I sit down next to Jonathan and he gives me a worried glance. I don't acknowledge him like I usually do. I just put my head down and wait for instructions.

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Today was a super bad day. After art class, I was super grumpy and super sarcastic. I didn't get any lunch because I couldn't get my locker open again and by the time I got there, I wasn't hungry. But I did get a detention. Yay!

Detention is after school tomorrow, so now I'm walking home because my mom is not going to be home till late and she can't pick me up. AND just to make matters worse, it's raining. Hard. So now I'm grumpy, mad, and soaking wet.

"Rae!" I hear someone behind me, but I'm really not in the mood. I still have like a mile to walk and this rain is not letting up. "Wait up one sec, please! It's hard to run in rain." I pause my slow shuffling to a halt. I want nothing to do with this right now.

They finally reach me. I wrap my arms around me to fight off the cold. Jonathan.

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HEYYY! Okay! First, I know you must hate me, but I have a really good idea for this story. I'm changing the description and everything!

THIS IS STUPDILY SHORT!!!! I"M SOSOOOO SORRY REALLY.

I was going to keep writing this chapter, but I have to get off the computer so. Sorry.

I really want to say that I love you all so much. I love writing this story and seeing where I'm going with it.

Leave some feedback for me, will ya?

<3 Ill love you forever!

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