Prologue
Hi, I'm Danny and I'm 14. My brother who's only 15 is in the Air Force. When he goes to Afghanistan, he dies at war. So, obviously, we bring his body, I know, gross!, back home, he isn't the same person, even though he's dead.
Chapter 1
"You do know that I really like you, right?" Sam, my boyfriend, says as I put my arms around his neck swaying slowly.
"I know, but . . . You always seem sooo busy, and I get bored so I call you but you don't answer. It makes me think you're cheating on me . . ." I confess, and he puts a surprised look on his face.
"You would seriously blame me for cheating on you?" Sam sounds angry. "If you're gonna think that way then . . . maybe we aren't working out." I got ready to cry right in front of his face, we were so close. Sam pushed away gently. His rosy breath could no longer be smelled and I thought maybe it never would be again, and I cringed at the thought. Sam was so perfect with his brown sparkly eyes, his perfectly shaped face, he looked alot like Edward Cullen from Twilight, really, but he was a Blondie, and he didn't look as serious. Let's just say he's so perfect (to me) that I couldn't imagine life without him. "Maybe our relationship should take a break, just for a few days, or a couple." He smirked but not in a mean way, like, smiled a little.
"Ok," I whined and I pushed us apart all the way and started walking home. I tried not to cry, but I let out a few tears now and then the whole way back. It was winter, close to Christmas. I hoped that Christmas day would be alot better than this. We had been at the park, and I lived a block down from it, so I got home soon and my mom greeted me warmly but i pushed past her into my room. She tried to talk to me to see what was wrong, I heard as I stormed into my room and I couldn't hear what she might have actually said because I slammed my door behind me, but I didn't care. I felt like nothing even mattered anymore. I thought he was the one. My soulmate, my match. But I had to mess it up by not putting my trust in him.
I heard a knock on my door, and I thought it must be my mom, but instead I mumbled, "Go away."
"No, I won't go away until you let me in and tell me what happened," she insisted. I mumbled, "fine" and told her to come in.
Chapter 2
I tell her what happened, and she listens very closely, which makes me feel better and I start talking more openly. "Sounds like you guys are at a 'lovers' block'." She says wittily.
I half-smile. "I guess so. . ." Translation: "I still feel like crap about it though."
There's silence for a moment.
