Isabella’s P.O.V
I storm down the road to the end of the parking lot and turn right. I walk about the distance of 25 telephone poles apart, before taking a sharp right again. I walk into the park and sit down on a swing. Gregory grabs my hands and pulls me down towards the water, sitting on a large rock facing the ocean, he gives me another hug before sitting there silently. “Greg?” My voice is a barely audible whisper over the children playing and mother, nanny, and general adult chatter, going on around us. “Stay for a while?” We both text our parents to expect us late and just sit there. I don't know how many hours we did but we sat there. Speaking occasionally, it became dark and I was the first to move. I got down and laid out on the grassy hill that was behind us.
“Isabella?”
“Yeah?”
“Why are you blind?” I didn’t understand the question, I could see perfectly well. Why was he being so strange lately.
“W-what do you mean?” I ask.
“Isabella, I don't just sit quietly on a rock for 5 freaking hours because I am a good friend. I mean I am a good friend, but do you see me sitting a rock with any of my bros? Or Cianna?”
“I-”
“No you don’t. Do you know why?”
“Because I’m your best friend?” I say it more as a question than as the answer to one.
“No Isabella, it is not because you are my best friend. You are way more than that! You aren't just some chick I like to hang with, someone who is just a friend. I care so much about you, I don’t kiss your cheek EVERY morning because I’m a gentleman! I don’t chase after girls Bell. You know this. I don’t think someone should chance after another if the other is not interested! Yet I find myself chasing after you, every, single, moment. Isabella, why are you blind?”
“Because someone who is blind can’t see something like that.” I stand up and step closer to him. “They need to hear it.” I wrap my arms around his neck and find myself with tear stained eyes.
“Why are you crying?” he sounds concerned. “Just because I just ranted at you? I’m sorry. Was I yelling? Okay seriously just because I just said some romantic movie stuff doesn’t call for crying. Bells?”
“No its not that. It is just, I have a boyfriend.”
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A Teen Life
Teen FictionA Teen Life, a Summary: Isabella, and Cianna are twins, who have immigrated from Italy to America, when they were 11. Living in a world where drama is a daily obstacles, that world is high school. Isabella's online boyfriend, and Cianna's Cheating E...
