The life of Amanda Rae

Pretty little lady #4

'Pretty little lady....'

I'm drowning in the lyrics of When You Can't Sleep At Night by Of Mice And Men, and it's calming me down, and making my mind go blank. Forgetting the events that took place today.

It's currently 8:00 at night, and I'm laying down on my bed, headphones in, eyes shut, and enjoying the soothing sounds from my music that make my heart absolutely melt from admiration from the lyrics.

'Miles away, I can still feel you, Lay your head down on my embrace, My embrace, Far away'

I turn the volume up a little more.

'Pretty little lady with the swollen eyes, would you show them to me?'

I'm melting into a deep slumber.

My music fades, and I see spots of blue, green and yellow as my eyes are closed.

I'm about to fall asleep when I feel something weigh my bed down, causing me to peek an eye open.

I come to conclusions that I'm face to face with a similar black haired teenage boy.

Hazel eyes, looking directly at me with his lips parted slightly.

His cheeks red.

Wearing a dull red sweatshirt with black skinny jeans.

My mind is all over the place.

There is a guy in my room.

On my bed.

Looking at me.

And our faces are just a couple of inches away from each other, and I can feel his breath hot against my face; minty.

Then my mind starts to process who this figure of man this is.

Patrick.

Patrick Carter.

I take my headphones out, while I still keep my gaze on Patrick's eye's as he does the same.

"Pa...Patrick?" I stutter. My eyes wander all over him.

His body, His legs, His eyes, His hair, His mouth, His...existence.

He is here. Right in front of me.

After three years, This is the closest i've been to him in three fucking years.

Oh how I missed him.

My eyes start to water, and my lip starts to tremble.

A tear slides down my cheek, and he takes his thumbs and wipes away the tear.

"Beautiful girls shouldn't cry. Don't cry Mandy, Don't cry." His voice, echoing in my mind.

'Don't cry Mandy, Don't cry'

"Whe..where have you been" My heart is beating rapidly, pounding against my chest.

"Yo..You left me..fo..for three years!" My voice is starting to get to a whisper-yell.

"Amanda..Please..I know. I'm sorry." He takes my hand into his.

"I..needed you." I go quiet.

"I'm here now, and I promise you, I'm not going anywhere."

"Where did you go?"

"I needed an escape for a while. My mind was a mess with tamm--"

"AND MINE WASN'T?!" I yelled.

"Patrick, I needed you. My sister died! she was murdered! My family isn't the same anymore. My mom is a drunk, my dad is always in his office. I'm a loner! I don't even remember the last time I saw my mother sober! You left me in a world all alone. I was in pain. I'm still in pain. And you left me all alone to deal with it all by myself after you promised me you would be there with me to help me out through it all." I'm crying by now, and tears keep falling down my face.

"I'm so so sorry. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

"you broke me. I...I.."

"You what?"

"I was in love with you." I bring my head up and see him staring at me, his lips parted, and I'm getting a hint of Deja Vu.

"I've been in love with you" Another tear cascades down my cheeks, falling down on my comforter, and the comforter absorbing the tear.

"Oh god Amanda" A look of astonishment in his face, his thumb wipes away another tear, and his eyes starts to prickle with tears.

We sit in silence for 10 minutes, and I'm dying from the silence.

"Say something. Anything" I managed to say.

"I don't know what to say" he mutters.

I get up from my bed and close my window, which I would think he entered my room from.

I stay standing, and look out my window.

Cars are flying by with its beautiful head lights, Illuminating the city.

Couples are holding hands, walking down the sidewalk at night, heading home.

The bright moon shining light to the city, making amazing and mesmerizing glows.

"You never thought the same about me then. You never have, and you never will. Jesus, It has been three years and you probably think of me as a weak person with so many fla--"

I was cut off by being pushed up against my white wall, with Patricks head leaning on my forehead, and his eyes looking directly into mine.

"I don't think that Amanda." He whispers to me.

"Then what do you think."

"I think that you're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. Intelligent, smart, gorgeous, amazing, and I've loved you since the third grade when Brian Sanders stole your grape juice box, you punched him in the gut and took your juice box back. I came up to you and high fived you and we became friends ever since. Best friends actually. And I fell in love with you since that day and I never stopped and I never ever will." We were both breathing heavily, my heart pounding like a school bell when the bell goes off.

He breaks eye contact and his eyes shift to my lips.

He leans in, and we are just a tiny second away from kissing when there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Amanda honey, are you awake?" It was my mother.

"Yes mom."

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, hold on."

"You need to go."

"Can I see you tomorrow?" sounding desperate.

"Yeah."

"Good. Meet me at the park tomorrow at 10 tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

He kisses my forehead, and before he leaves he says.

"I meant everything I said Amanda."

and with that, he leaves, going out the window and I watch him run down the sidewalk and going out of my view.