Paris POV:
Anthony was playing the whole time? I can't believe it.. I loved him with all my heart, how could he do this to me?Mich: Paris, you alright?
Tanya: its obvious she's not.
Paris: I'm okay guys, thanks for worrying.
Mich: of course we will, dumping your boyfriend isn't easy.
Tanya: speaking of that douche, are you guys separated?
Paris: I'm not sure, but I would like that.
Mich: how long have you guys been?
Paris: one week.
Tanya: well at least you're not the shortest record.
Paris: who IS the shortest record?
Mich: Hannah.
Paris: how long?
Tanya: 45 minutes.
Paris: oh..
Mich: its gonna be okay Paris, he's not worth it, I thought he'd change though, when he met you.
Tanya: yeah, it looked like he really would change.
Paris: well he didn't, and... *tear rolls down cheek*
Mich: Paris don't cry.
Tanya: let her get it out Mich.
Paris: he... Was my first kiss...
Mich: I'm sorry Paris..
Paris: *wipes face* come on let's hurry.
As I said those words, my mind's been thinking nonstop about Anthony, he's my first love.. How can he do this to me?
~school ends~
Mich: Paris, where are you headed?
Paris: uhm.. Home?
Tanya: wanna get a bite to eat first?
Paris: nah, maybe tomorrow, I need some alone time..
Mich: we understand, and remember Paris, we're here..
Paris: *nods* (I have the best friends ever.)
I head home and ran straight to the bedroom and closed the separator to my space and my sister's. Did he really not feel anything more than just fling? I thought we had something special... Suddenly I hear a voice just outside my window, someone was singing...
Is it too late now to say sorry? Cause I'm missing more than just your body, ooh, is it too late now to say sorry? And I kno-o-ow that I let you down is it too late to say sorry now?
*guitar plays*
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Too Young Too Old
Подростковая литератураA girl falling in love with someone too old. A cassanova even. This is a taglish story.