not just us

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sometimes what you think will
happen, won't happen.
I was sitting in my chair. However this time we were all very, spread out. Bailee was sitting close to me, but three chairs separated us. Then, I was five chairs away from Cody, then four chairs and there was Paige.
This was the saddest Christmas break ever. I got a text from Ricky and he asked me if my shirt was at codys house, it was, so he went to codys and got it for me. I was waiting for Ricky to come back with my shirt, and 30 mins later he did.
But he wasn't in a great mood. He threw my shirt at me and went down to the end of the lobby and sat by himself. I got up to go change. I went into the bathroom and changed. Now I had a skin tight long sleeved pink shirt on, with black leggings and my hair was curled. I looked in the mirror and broke down. I regrouped myself "stay strong for Bailee" I said to myself and walked back to the waiting room. I sat next to Bailee.
"Chloe Can I talk to you.. Outside?" Ricky said standing up. "Yeah of course" I said and we went outside on the deck. "What's up?" I said and Ricky looked at me. It was dark, cold and rainy. "You kept my sweatshirt" he said and I half smiled. "Of course I did" I said. "I kept the book of pictures too" I added. "I know I looked threw it" he said and I laughed. It was silent.
"You know you didn't realize how long a year is until you spend it without someone..." I said sitting on a table top. "I'm so sorry Chloe. I put you threw so much pain and tired to get you to break
up with your boyfriend.. I'm so sorry I've caused you all this pain. I still love you and I didn't want to leave you. Brooke is nothing more than a friend to me!" Ricky broke down and sat on the table next to me. "I know Brooke is just a friend but we started as just friends too!" I raised my voice standing up. I didn't mean to raise my voice..
"I'm sorry really, with all my heart" Ricky said and it was quiet. "Will you love me again?" Ricky asked and it was silent.

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