||i haven't been writing much, stuff came up, even though it's spring break. Mixed feelings about spring break actually, but who cares about my life ;)?||~Marlon's P.O.V~
I stopped talking to Aileen after we got into an argument. She urged me to break up with her and move on to her friend, who likes me. Aileen tells me it's obvious, and I do notice it as well, but I don't even like her, I told Aileen that, but she tells me eventually I will. It's getting late and we've been talking for 2 hours straight. My eyes can barley even stay open, some really personal stuff came out as we wrote down some stuff, exposing secrets here and there. I know her past she doesn't want to tell anyone, and she knows mine. "Goodnight Aileen. I'm gonna go cry myself to sleep." I texted her. Aileen took awhile to respond, I could already picture her crying a little but sobbing won't come out. "Marlon," she wrote, "don't cry yourself to sleep." The tears were stinging my eyes, and I couldn't see clearly. "Your leaving because I'm annoying and stubborn." I shook my head but didn't respond. After a minute of me not responding she texts, "okay." For some reason, I got mad. After an argument all she said was "okay". I felt a hot tear slide down my cheek reaching my chin, it didn't drop to the floor, it just stayed there, as if it wanted to hold on. "Good night," I replied, placing my phone on the dresser. I shut my eyes tightly trying to grasp on whatever happiness me and Aileen had left. "everybody leaves."
I couldn't stand it anymore, I just wanted to talk to her, hear her voice and her laugh. I texted back, "Stop. I don't want to leave you, I'm staying with you. I can't lose you. I love you." She never texted back.~Aileen's P.O.V~
My thoughts came bursting out of my mind all at once, but I only followed what one of the thoughts said, "To take away the mental pain, replace it with physical pain." So I cut myself. I took away the mental pain with the physical pain, by cutting myself. I used a pin I had because my mom was out and if she heard a drawer, especially our creaky ones, then she would've jumped on me with suspicion. I took the pin from my dresser with trembling hands, I grabbed a hold of it and started cutting myself on my left arm. I winced in pain. Then I stopped.
"Aileen!" My mom called, I got startled, "How'd she find out?" "Where's your iPad?" She spoke, my breath started to come bake again, relieved. "Up there." I pointed to my sort of shelf. "Why do you keep it there?" I thought about a good answer, "I always leave it there." She took it and left. I was scared she'd find something out. I hopped out of bed and followed her, "Can I sleep with you tonight?" I said, trying to distract her. "Mhm, go." She wouldn't give up that easily. So I looked over her shoulder to see what she was doing, checking every app I had. "Moms." I rolled my eyes. She got to the picture app, and my eyes jumped out of my skull. I had took screenshots of me and Marlon's conversation, I reached forward, tugging on my iPad. "What has gotten into you?" My mom yelled. I sighed a breathy sigh, "These are Ashley's conversations." Ashley is my best friend ever since second grade, a few bump in the roads and we're fine. "Tell me the truth, stop pushing me away from you life." My mom pulled that card. "Okay... it's a guy I've been dating." She scowled, "Again?" I nodded sadly. She sighed, and told me to go to bed, and I urged her for a few more minutes until she yelled to go.
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661 words up there! Hopefully I presume..? Well that was that, at the end of this story I plan on revealing something, so stay "tuned". I'm actually gonna end it near summer, I live in Cali so :D. Anyway, hope you all had good day/ spring break so far! Goodbye~ I shall go start a new chapter!
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The Summer They Weren't Ready For
RomanceThe new boy at school wasn't an eye catcher at first in third grade, but now in sixth grade, Marlon is catching Aileen's eye left and right. Two star crossed lovers, who are misfits at heart, don't really know what love is. Each second, each minute...