If I Fell...

Why Me?!?

There stood George and Darla kissing on the porch. My mind started to race with all different thoughts. I watched the two through the kitchen window hoping George would catch a glance of me and stop. I hoped that he would run in and apologize saying that he still loved me, that I was the love of his life. But there was another part of me who just didn't care. My feet brought me to the door, and my hand flew up to the handle. When I stepped out the door, both of them released from each other's grips. There eyes felt like knifes as they stabbed into me, never leaving mine.
Out of nervousness they laughed, but I pursed my lips showing my *enrage* towards the two. It took everything in me not to scream at the two of them and throw George out of my house telling him to never come back, but I contained myself. A crimson color filled my cheeks as I closed the door, and ran to Paul for an embrace.
"Why does it have to be me?" I screamed into the crook of his arm.
"Shh..." He whispered in my ear as his palm grazed my hair.
Darla and George walked in both a little red in the face, with frowns present on their face. At first I didn't say anything, until George spoke up.
"I can-" He started but was cut off by me.
"Explain. Ya. Of course you can." I rolled my eyes "I never want to see you again. Get out, Now!" I uttered in between sobs, my voice getting louder as the anger bubbled in my throat.
He looked at me as if I were an abused dog sitting helplessly on the side of the road. I ignored his stared and followed behind him because I wanted to make sure he left.
"I loved you, Amelia, and I still love you" He quietly rendered.
"Well that sure is a shame... Because I loved you too, but you ruined it..."
I realized that I was to blame too, but I didn't feel like I needed to bring that up at the moment.
Quickly I turned around on my heels so I could face my younger sister, who was twiddling with her fingers as she whistled.
"How long had that been happening for?"
"A week" She mumbled at the floor
My jaw dropped, almost hit the floor, as I realized the boy I apparently loved was off smooching with my sister.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"I knew you would take your anger out on me"
I let out a sigh still fuming inside. I couldn't describe the rage I had felt in my stomach as Darla told me about her relationship with George.
"I'm going to bed" Darla declared and to bed she went.
Tap, Tap, Tap. I made my way over to Paul who sat on the couch his brow furrowed and his lips pouted as if he were confused and sad at the same time.
"I'm sorry, dear"
I looked into Paul's eyes and in that moment I felt like we were in 9th graders again. I felt like I did that first time I met him when those boys surrounded me and he swooped in like Superman and saved me. He had told me his name was Paul McCartney and that he was new to town. He was the first boy that I fell in love with, but when him and my sister got together I hid my feelings away in a deep dark pit in my heart and never let them show themselves. Now all I could think about was him. He stood in front of me with his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel his gaze distracting me from what was reality. He brought me into a trance that I could never leave, even if I tried my hardest.
"I was about to leave when you came down..." He uttered
My head tilted to one side as my face showed how puzzled I was.
"Your sister and I broke up"
"Again?" I muttered
He nodded. I let my self sink into the couch as all the weight I felt on my feet disappeared as if it was a magic trick. I felt Paul's slender arm reach behind my neck causing me to put my head on his shoulder.
"Why me Paul?"

Over the next week I made sure to really change my life. It was hard to get over George. I mean he was the love of my life but all good things must come to an end, am I right?
I quit my job at the diner and got one at a bowling alley. The boys bad was going well, except they got a new guy in their group, Stu, I think, but his girlfriend. She's terrible, and hates me with every bone in her body.
I stood behind the counter, awaiting the next customer to walk in. The bell rang causing me to stand up straight and put on a fake smile.
"Davy, your back again?"
He smirked and nodded.
Davy Jones was a regular here coming every night and beginning a conversation with me.
"Don't you get bored coming here every night?"
"Nah. It's nice to come and see you."
I blushed.
"Would you like to maybe go out for dinner? I mean I see you everyday and I've never even taken you out!"
I laughed. He sure was charming
"I'm off in 5 minutes."
He sat down at the tables over at the snack shack and patiently waited for me to finish.

"So Amelia... Tell me about yourself?" He inquired his head in his hands.
"Well I'm a girl who skips all of her classes who is getting over a heartbreak." He listened attentively to the girl who was pouring her emotions out to the young boy who she just met. "I loved him and hejust betrayed me! I feel like I must be boring you." I said apologetically as I wiped the tears from my eyes.
"No. No. You aren't boring me. Continue."
"You sure are cute, Davy"
He let out a big grin followed by a giggle from the both of us.
Davy was a 15 year old with dark brown eyes and hair, that had a cheerful attitude to match his 5"3 height.

After dinner we walked back to the bowling alley where his motor bike was parked.
"So Amelia, what's your full name?"
"My middle name is Jean. I don't particularly like it, but a lot of people say it's pretty."
"It's a gorgeous name!" He boasted.
"Thanks Davy"
We approached his bike, which was stood up by the wall.
"Your welcome. It was great to get to talk to you."
"You too."
I leaned down and gave the boy a kiss on his cheek. He turned red with a smile present on his face.
"Bye Bye Davy!" I waved to the boy.
He waved back and we were on our ways.

(A/N)
So here's Davy's entrance

He will NOT be a love interest to Amelia, just a friend

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