Why I Love You

1.

I love the way I know you, but I don't know you, you'll always be somewhat of a mystery to me, considering the fact we live two hours from each other. I love that I can convince myself I know you, although we only see each other, what once, maybe twice a year. Yet I don't know you, not one bit. Every night I think of the things we've said to each other, although they all happened either months or years ago, I find myself deciphering every word we've exchanged, or the body language that caught my attention. Whenever you told a joke you'd always check to see if I laughed, perhaps unconsciously, but I noticed, of course I noticed. Although we never see each other all I can do is constantly overthink everything to do with you and what I've done in the 7 days we've spent together. I overthink everything you do too, looking for the signs that you feel the same way I do. Perhaps love, but I don't think I'll ever know. What I feel for you will always be somewhat of a mystery to me.

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The bell rang and everyone bolted out the class, except me I sat at my desk staring at the board. Even the teacher had left, not taking a second glance at the girl sat at her desk staring into space. It wasn't surprising to be fair, no one paid attention to me on a normal day, let alone on the last day of school. Slowly, I began to pack up all my things, my pens then my books and then my laptop. I stuffed it all into my dirty bag. It was black when I bought it, but now it's some sort of an ashy grey with a range of different coloured stains covering practically every inch of it. It's not like my parents can't afford a new bag for me, in fact they were perfectly happy to buy me a new one, but I had become attached to this bag. You may find it weird, being attached to a bag that is, but I find it perfectly normal.

"OH. MY. GOODNESS! How did it take you so long to leave that class room? I got to the lockers before you, cleaned it out and got here before you had even got up! AND I had Mr Wilkins and you know how he likes to droan on and on and on", my best friend, Elise screeched at me. She was the type of girl who didn't care what people thought of her. She had that type of carefree attitude that I longed for. Whereas I care too much about people's opinions of me.

 She had long, dark brown hair that stopped right in the middle of her lower back. She was half English, half Korean, from her mother's side. Elise is one of the most gorgeous girls you'll ever meet. She has flawless eyebrows, they were dark and full. Her cheekbones and jaw were perfectly chiselled, she was like a fucking supermodel.

To be perfectly honest Elise is a bit of a whore. It sounds harsh I know but we joke about it all the time. She knows it, I know it, the whole town knows it. She can get any boy just by giving them one of her flirty smiles, they never reached her eyes, but it did show off her perfect straight, white teeth. Elise has a tough life at home, her father left her when she was only 7, leaving her mother, her new born younger brother and herself. Her mum's a bit of a train wreck, Elise has practically been her brothers mother since she was 8 years old. If this does upset her in any way, you would never be able to tell, well that is if you weren't her bestest friend.

"How's everything going at home?" I ask.

"Can we please go one day without you worrying about my home life, please", she sighs, rolling her eyes.

I sigh, dropping the subject, knowing I wasn't going to be getting anything out of her today. It's not my fault I worry about her, she has to take care of her 10 year old brother and her alcoholic mother. I try to come over to her house every day after school so I can help the very best I can.

I head to my locker and clear out its contents. Our school gives us a new locker every year, I'm not too sure why, it's kind of annoying having to clear out your locker every year, especially when you keep as much shit in it as I do.

I cram everything in my bag and head out to the school car park. I can't help but notice the looks the boys send Elisa as we walk through the halls to the exit. I often get jealous of how gorgeous she is. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy with the way I look, but I'm just skimming a 7. Elisa on the other hand is a solid 10, always has been always will be.

"I still can't understand how you got your licence, you're an awful driver", I say as we take a seat in her very old car. Elisa had to take a year off school, as she was dealing with her mother and brother. So, she is a year older than me, hence why she can drive a car.

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" she screeches. 

We spend the drive home singing along to the car radio. Elise always drops me off home as I'm on the way to her house and we both live about 20 minutes walking distance from school.

When we finally reach my house, I grab my bag from the back and head inside.

"You're welcome!" Elise yells at me as I begin to walk towards my front door.

"You're lucky I let you talk to me, let alone give me lifts home!" I yell back, she laughs and speeds away.

I get my key out and turn the lock opening the door. I immediately drop my bag to the floor and kick off my shoes. The first thing on my mind is, of course, food. I head to the kitchen where my mum is sitting on the bar stools reading a book.

"Hello honey, I have good and bad news for you" my mum says.

"Okay, what's the bad news?" I ask, nervous for the reply.

"Joe's parents have gotten divorced" My heart instantly drops, it's not I didn't see it coming the Alwyn's have been fighting for years now, I'm pretty sure Joe's mum was having an affair with her boss.

"Oh my god, that's awful. Poor Joe. What's the good news though?" I ask silently hoping that it has something to do with Joe.

"As Joe's Dad wants nothing to do with his Mum, he wants to move, and I suggested that they should move here" My heart lifted, I try not to look affected by this news, but it's extremely hard not to. "Sooo, Joe and his Dad will be staying here until they can find themselves a house of their own here in Whitby", I almost squealed with excitement. I cannot believe it. I was going to be living with Joe.