Stupid For Loving You

Eleven

[i didnt proofread<3]

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I crossed the street and watched the blonde girl closely. What was that man doing? Standing so closely to Alison?

I watched as the man grabbed Alison's arm, the blonde girl resisting.

"Hey, get your fucking hands off her!" I yelled, but when he turned around to look at me, he just laughed.

"And who are you?" He snickered, turning towards me.

"The cause of your death if you don't fucking stop." I said in between gritted teeth as I went up to his face. Even though he was a tall and buff man, I wasn't afraid.

"Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do?" He said lowly, giving me a once-over, making me raise my fist and punch him square on the jaw. He took a few steps back as he gripped his jaw. "One little punch from a fine young woman doesn't hurt." He whispered and went up to my face, towering over me. "Come to my house when you've got something better."

"I will." I snickered. He laughed maniacally and turned to Alison.

"We're not done yet." With that, he started walking away.

I turned towards Alison as she shook. I wrapped my arms around her and rubbed her back soothingly. "Don't worry, Ali. I'll stay here. By your side. I'll–"

"Protect me?" She asked and sniffled as she pulled away.

I looked into her glossy aquamarine eyes and smiled sadly. "Yes, I'll protect you, with all my life, I swear!" I crossed my heart and raised a palm as I said, "Cross my heart and hope to die."

A grin broke into her face as her eyes sparkled. "You still remember that?"

I laughed and helped her up. "Yeah, I do." I said as we started walking back to the company. "Even though I didn't like you back then, I still remember you saying such things as Please, give me a chance! I promise I'll only save my heart for you! Cross my heart and hope to die!"

Alison laughed. I looked at her and smiled. "Oh, yeah! I remember that. I was so naïve and the only thing that I actually cared about was you. I probably didn't even love my own Mom."

I looked at her with an eyebrow raised. "Extreme." I grinned at her. "I'm flattered."

"You're so mean!" She said and slapped my arm lightly.

I laughed as I was taken into a void of nostalgia.

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"Hey, Em, you look pretty!"

12-year-old Emily turned towards Alison who grinned at the slightly taller brunette. She smiled at Alison and looked at her dress.

"I like your dress." She said simply and brushed past Ali, who quickly grabbed her wrist and turned her back around.

"You're not even gonna compliment me?" The blonde girl batted her eyelashes at Emily as the brunette raised an eyebrow confusingly at her.

"I said I liked your dress."

Alison grunted and crossed her arms. "Me, Emily, not my dress!" She stomped on the ground, whining annoyingly.

"Okay, fine." Emily gulped and let her eyes roam around the blonde girl's face. She smiled as their eyes connected. "You're pretty."

Alison pushed Emily back, and looked at her disappointingly. "Not even beautiful?!"

"God, you're so annoying!" Emily exclaimed. "It's better than nothing, Ali." She said and continued walking back to her mom's car to put her things in the trunk.