My Dark Side **Nolan Funk FanFic**

Chapter #5

Nolan

I’m worried about Charlotte, I don’t know whether she can handle Amber and her ‘gang’ but she’s strong and a fighter. At least that’s what I think. I walked to my next class which was English, excited to see Charlotte. I walked in and sat down at my seat at the back. Soon after, Charlotte had walked in. She didn’t look so happy.

“What’s wrong?” I asked looking at her, as she held onto her arm trying to move it.

“Oh you know, Amber just knocked me down on floor casually playing basketball” She replied sarcastically.

I chuckled at the sarcasm. “Amber’s a bitch, I’ll deal with her” I said as the teacher settled the class down.

“Thanks” She replied whilst getting her pencil case out. I smiled and looked at her arm.

“Is there a bruise?” I wondered looking at her left arm.

“There better not be!” She replied, lifting her sleeve to reveal a blue and purple mark. No body hurts my best friend! Maybe even  more than best friends but anyway…

“Crap, are you sure you’re ok?” I asked, she smiled and nodded to say yes.

Believe it or not I tried to focus on my narrative that were meant to be doing. Looking out the window and thinking of what I could write about. Maybe I’ll write about my parents. Good enough, I wrote a few paragraphs and stopped. I can’t be bothered thinking at the moment.

All I can think about is Charlotte…

Charlotte

Writing a narrative is always hard, when you’re struggling to think. I know I’m doing it on Nolan and I and what happened with us and all that stuff. I just don’t know how to start it. After staring out the window I wrote a few things down:

‘Eight years ago, I had a friend, in fact he was my best friend… but it all changed when he left me. Without saying goodbye, I was heartbroken.’

And now I’m trying to think of memories that happened, but I’m struggling… Things just aren’t the same anymore and I miss that, every bit of it.  I miss looking forward to going to school to see Nolan. I miss the weekends when I would go over his house and play. I miss the play dates we used to have; I miss all the activities we ever did… I miss the old Nolan…

So much has happened today… I just want it to be over.

“Excuse me, could I talk to Nolan outside, he’s sort of involved in my narrative?” I asked the teacher, he was involved but that’s not what I want to talk to him about. I’m so close to breaking down and crying… I just, need him. The teacher nodded, “10 minutes” I smiled and got up, Nolan followed. I walked to the left side of the lockers so no one could see us. My eyes got watery and I couldn’t see a thing, tears escaped my eyes pouring down.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Nolan said in a soft tone, trying to calm me down.

“I… Miss you, the old you!” I said between my cries. As Nolan wiped a tear away, I looked straight at him.

“Aw, I haven’t changed; I’m just grown up…I’m still me” He spoke soft.

“I just see things different now, then when I was little” He added.

I stopped crying and started listening. “But –I”

“Shhh” He whispered, putting his index finger on my lips.

“All that matters, is that were both here, right now… and just know that I’m not going anywhere without you”

My heart fluttered, am I getting butterflies just from his voice. I can’t be liking him like a ‘crush’ no, it’s just wrong. But then again… it doesn’t even feel like were best friends anymore, I just know I can trust him and that I shouldn’t believe in what people say. I can and will believe what I want to believe in, it’s my choice!