Reality

19

"Make me yours. Right now, on that bed. Make me yours, make love to me, Miles Grey."

I said, without hesitation. Sure I was a little tipsy, but I knew I wanted this, because no matter how young we were, no matter how little time we had been together, I knew I felt an overwhelming feeling of love and compassion for this man. Love knows no age, or time. I honestly cannot express in words how he makes me feel, and all I knew is that I wanted him.

"I-I can't." He stuttered, I looked at him in confusion and he looked back in sympathy. I could only come to the conclusion he didn't want me back, he didn't want to lose his virginity to some pathetic kid who writes in a journal and sits alone, he didn't love me. He must have caught on to how self conscious I was feeling as he took my face in his hands, forcing me to look up at him.

"I want to Jasp, I want to so bad. But I can't, I can't love you. I won't act like I love you."

to say I was confused was and understatement, I was confused and hurt. He didn't say that he didn't love me, only that he can't.

"Miles, I need you tell me what it is that you're talking about, I don't understand." He bit his lip as he looked deep in thought, he gripped my hand and pulled me out of my room and down the stairs. He looked over the swarm of sweaty, drunk bodies, trying to find someone. He seemed to find them as we stopped in a group of people, stood in a circle around my kitchen table hollering and cheering at a girl who was dancing on top of it.

"Amelia!" Miles shouted over the music, catching her attention. Amelia, the girl from the coffee shop and the cafeteria. I knew they knew each other. She smirked at Miles before stepping down from the table gracefully, walking towards us.

"Miles Grey, what can I do for you?" She asked with a sly, knowing smile. I was completely confused, I had no idea how they knew one another or why and I wanted to know what the fuck was up. The three of us continued to walk back to my bedroom, Miles and I still hand in hand. She noticed our entwined hands and smiled a big pearly white grin. We entered my room and she helped herself to looking around, and touching my things.

"I need to tell him." Miles said.

"So why don't you?"

"How do I explain something like this?!"

"I suppose you'd have to be pretty blunt about the whole thing."

"Amelia, please can you just do it, I can't tell him, it'll hurt too much."

"Hurt too much? You're clearly nearly finished here Miles."

"Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?!" I shouted over them, making them go silent. They exchanged a glance as Amelia took a deep breath.

"Jasper," She began.

"You know I sit behind you in Geography right?" She said while I nodded.

"Well one day, you had your bag slung over your chair, it wasn't even zipped up. You shouldn't be so careless, honestly."

She was at my desk, walking along its edge painfully slow, her hands grazing everything on display.

"And I'm not gunna lie, I have absolutely no boundaries when it comes to personal property. So I took a little look inside. And I found," She stopped abruptly as her hand went over my little book, she picked it up and flicked through the pages.

"This." I practically stopped breathing, her Texan accent gave me chills. She read it, she knew. She knew my dirty little secret.

"You're quite the writer Jasper, have you ever thought about writing a book?" she asked, walking towards me and handing me my journal. I gulped.

"I mean yeah, I've thought about it, the idea is sort of a work in progress in my mind though." I said shakily.

"Well the moral of the story is, it's no secret I do magic Jasper, I put a spell on you. The moment you said the words wishing for Miles to be real, he would be real. I would have him first and get him nice and cute for you, and then I sent him here. I hope he made a good first impression." Then she looked down at our hands, that were still locked together.

"I see he must have made a good impression." And the two of us blushed.

"And to conclude it all, it only took words to get him here, it only takes words to send him back. As soon as you two say 'I love you' then he goes back in the book." She said, and I felt my face fall and my eyes cloud with tears.

"What?" I stuttered, clearly upset from this information.

"I'm sorry Wilkins, love fucking hurts. Don't you agree?" She said, looking genuinely sorry. And then she left, leaving me and Miles in the quiet, with tears streaming down our cheeks and our hands, still interlocked though tighter than ever.

Happy fucking birthday.