My best friends friend

All of this is story is related to my life a lot just not using my name or the guy I like name I forgot and I'm a terrible friend for that my best friend who I love and always will Olivia I'm sorry this story all goes out to Olivia love u again I'm sorry at mynameis_awkward (Olivia) all credits go to Olivia I'm sorry Livy

I couldn't get him out of my head. He was in everything I looked at. I seemed to hear his voice among the thousand others in the hallway, seemed to see his face in the rushing streets, and it just made me sadder. How could he be here? He is miles and miles away in London. I could picture him so clearly, his soft brown eyes, his golden blonde hair...

"Julia!" A deep voice snapped.

I jumped. "Yes?" I answered hesitantly, answering my angry math teacher.

"What is the answer?" Mr. Harwick demanded.

"Uh...forty-seven?" Laughter rippled through the classroom.

Mr. Harwick raised one eyebrow before addressing me. "Julia, you're so close! The answer is six-hundred twenty five." His voice dripped with sarcasm.

I blushed and sunk down into my seat. Not again, I thought. See, this hadn't been the first time I had been called out in class for daydreaming. Thank God it was last period.

When the bell finally rung, I was up and out of my seat before any of my classmates had even packed up their stuff. I raced through the halls down to my locker and then out to the school field. There wasn't a game today, so in about ten minutes I'd have the entire field all to myself. I just wanted to call him, to hear his voice. It had been so long.

"Hello?" His cute accent was almost too much to bear.

"Hey Rory. It's me."

I could hear the smile in his voice. "Hey cutie. What's up?"

"Got in trouble in math class today, the usual. What about you?"

"I wrote a song. Want to hear it?"

I giggled. "Of course."

He hung up the phone. I was so confused. And then I heard his voice behind me and almost passed out.

"I thought it would be better if you heard it in person." He smiled his teasing smile.

I had never been so happy to see anyone in my life. I practically tackled him with a hug. "You're here." I whispered. His familiar smell, his voice, his beaten-up guitar...he was just as I remembered him, which is to say, he was perfect.

"Whoa there," He laughed, wrapping his strong arms around me. I nestled my head into his chest. He laughed again. "I've missed you," He whispered.

I felt hot tears roll down my face. "Me, too."

Later that night we sat on a park bench, catching up. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about London and its treasures gave me butterflies, just like everything else about him. "And this little bakery opened up on the corner-I keep forgetting the name of it, but it has the best croissants you will ever eat."

I grinned. "I can't wait to try them." We had been talking about my visiting London for months, but at the mention of it he quickly turned uncomfortable.

"Yeah...totally." He forced a smile and put an arm around me. "Can't wait."

Rory started acting totally weird. He was only there for a week, so while I was at school he went sight-seeing throughout Toronto before meeting me in the school field when school ended. At least, that's what he was supposed to do. Instead he showed up late with no excuse, and acted really forced and awkward. I hated him like this. Finally, when he was late for the third time in three days, I confronted him about it.

"Look, you're only here for three more days. What's up? Why are you acting like this? I want to enjoy your visit."

He wouldn't meet my eyes. "Julia...I'm fine. Don't worry." Once again, he forced a smile and tried to take my hand but I pulled away.

"Don't lie," I hissed. "What's going on? Three more days, Rory. That's all we have so it's time to start being honest with me."

He sighed. I could tell I was making him angry. "Okay, I'll be honest. But remember, you asked for it. I just think this long-distance thing is harder than I thought it would be, okay? Other girls flirt with me back home and I have to say, 'Sorry, I have a girlfriend. She's just miles away from me and for all I know she's dating another guy behind my back.' I'm tired of it, Jules. We used to talk every day. Now we talk once a week. I can't live like this, baby. You have to admit it's been causing you stress too."

I couldn't believe this. "Rory...Rory I..." I burst into tears. "Rory, I'm going home."

He called after me, but I didn't stop running.

I had six missed calls from Rory and eight texts from him, and don't even get me started on the emails. He was only here for one more day.

I decided the best thing to do would be to talk to my best friend, Lauren. That night I texted her:

JULIA SAYS: Hey. Can I talk 2 u?

LAUREN SAYS: Am I in trouble??? L

JULIA SAYS: No. Rory basically said he wanted to break up. L

LAUREN SAYS: OMG!!!!

JULIA SAYS: Ikr!!! So unfair. Idk what to do now...

LAUREN SAYS: Have u talked 2 him since?

JULIA SAYS: No...he's tried 2 contact me but I've been ignoring him.

LAUREN SAYS: J Good 4 u!!! He doesn't deserve you.

LAUREN SAYS: g2g bestie, nightie night!

I tried my best to take Lauren's words to heart. You're too good for him, I told myself. Unfortunately, Rory was still the only thing on my mind.

It didn't help that he kept calling. Finally, I just picked up.

"What do you want?" I snapped into the phone.

"Julia, thank God you picked up! Julia, I wasn't trying to break up with you. We both knew it had to be brought up at some point, and I thought we should address it before you fly all the way to London to see me!"

"I didn't think it was a problem!" I practically yelled. "You keep saying 'we' as if I had the same thoughts! I was perfectly happy! I was IN LOVE, RORY!" I was shrieking now, total meltdown.

"Julia," He croaked. "Please."

I hung up the phone.

It was exactly two weeks after Rory had left for London. He still called and emailed and texted me, and I still ignored him. How could you hate someone so much you'd murder them but love them so much you just want to see their face at the same time?

"Love sucks," I sighed to Lauren. We were in my room listening to Taylor Swift's Love Song blast through my iPod.

"I know. But it gets better, I promise." Lauren fancied herself an expert on all things boys. "He was different, Lauren. I really liked him, and he didn't feel the same way,"

Lauren wrinkled her nose like she always does when she's confused.

"Jules, if he was so perfect, why'd you let him get away?"

Her question stayed inside my head long into the night, and still I couldn't come up with an answer.

What do u think Julia will do next

What will Rory do to get Julia to listen

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