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21. Moving On

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I can still remember my last breakup. It wasn't as bad as I had anticipate. After tubs of Ben & Jerry's, a couple of chick flicks and playing darts (with Aaron's face taped on the dartboard as the bullseye), I felt better.

It helps when I avoided him during school until it becomes inevitable the moment mom married Gary.

I did the same thing to Reese, I tried to forget about him but I can't. I can't make myself hate him because I love him.

Love...

It's funny how love can make people happy yet at the same time it destroys people.

Like me.

No, no, no, nooooooooooo

No, no, no

Stick to the stuff you know

If you wanna be cool

Follow one simple rule

Don't mess with the flow, no no

Stick to the status quo

"My turn." Reese whispered into my ear while the background music was playing.

I looked at him, with my eyebrows raised, waiting for what he is going to do. Reese started singing when the part comes.

"Look at me
And what do you see
Intelligence beyond compare
But inside I am stirring
Something strange is occuring
It's a secret I need to share"

Reese can sing. I'm not saying it because he's cute, it's because he really can sing. His voice might not be the Max George or Justin Timberlake level, but it's not unbearable... just average.

'Open up, dig way down deep'

"Stripping is my passion! I love to strip and flash and tease and dance!" My eyes widened.

'Is that even legal?'

'Not another peep'

Reese whispered into my ear. "It's just stripping. Sometimes I think it's cooler than homework."

I burst out laughing.

'No, no, no, noo-'

I turn off the television and tossed the remote on the couch. Parched, I stand up to get a glass of Coca Cola but Aaron is already standing in front of me, holding out a can of Coca Cola.

"Um... thanks." I took the can from him before resettling on the couch.

"Why did you turn off the TV?" Aaron asked me, taking the empty spot beside me.

I shrugged. I opened the can, hearing the loud fizzing sound slowly died down before taking a sip of the Cola, feeling the weird fizzing in my stomach.

After a moment of silence, Aaron spoke. "Wanna talk about it?" He offered.

I shook my head and took another sip.

"C'mon, Tamara, it's been a month since he left. You gotta move on."

Twenty-eight days, my mind correction. It feels like he's been gone since forever when it's almost a month.

And it's too soon to move on. I don't think I can even move on.

"Move on? Isn't it a little too soon to move on?" I asked him. "Or," I added, "that's how long you took to get over me. Maybe even lesser."