SOMEDAY (a JaDine Fanfic)

CHAPTER 11

Guys, please do read this. I am REALLY VERY sorry for not updating sooner. There are just so many things going on. Like I had to come up with an idea for my thesis that'll be due the next year (I'm still in high school but our school's requiring us to conduct a study so we could graduate) and it's so so so stressful. I am so sorry. I'm updating right now and I don't even know if you guys would still wanna read this. aw. sad face. Plus, if you wanna ask questions and stuff, I'll be on twitter. Talk to me :) And if you don't have a twitter account, make one! I promise you, it'd be worth it all. And guys! If you haven't heard, James' "why am I smiling like an idiot?" comment went viral and trended worldwide on twitter! haha. And also the "such a sweetheart" post! awwww. JaDine all the way! And if you guys could, I would really really appreciate it if Nadine and James would get to read this, haha. alright xx

Nadine

I went outside to read. I've always wanted to read. I decided to read something I haven't read yet. It's If I Stay by an author named Gayle Forman. It seemed interesting. (*guys! epal much :3 uh, you guys go check the official If I Stay trailer! My girl Moretz is incredible! and the movie's out soon, too! right after TFiOS! okay bye*)

I flipped open a few pages but I couldn't really comprehend what I've read. What if James decided not to talk to me anymore? We were good last night, yeah? Well, earlier this morning, whatever. I just hope nothing's changed between us. I may not be ready for a relationship yet but I think we could both wait. Spend time with each other and see how things are gonna work. That's okay, right? I mean that's how things should be? Alright, I'm stressing myself out. He's driving me crazy. What if he changed his mind? What if he decided not to like me anymore? Is that even possible? I mean, for a person to like another this minute and then hate the next? I don't really know. I decided to just keep reading. I put my headphones on and shuffled my playlist. Pentatonix's cover of Say Something by a Great Big World and Christina Aguillera came on. (*you guys! check it out on youtube! it's really amazing!*)

There are two kinds of people. Those who cry over a song and those who mock them for crying. I could be both. But right now, I couldn't help but tear up. There are just too many emotions in this song. Like if it's possible for the emotions to pour out of the sick headphones and into my sick soul, it would, causing my eyes to sweat like crazy. I wiped my eyes to stop the tears from coming out and when I decided that it was almost impossible, I closed them instead. I know I probably looked like an idiot-- sitting here with a book on my lap and headphones on and eyes closed, tears coming out of it. I put the song on replay and stayed like that for 13 minutes and a half.

James

Nadine was sitting with her headphones on and a book on her lap. Her eyes were closed. I chuckled. This girl. How could she sit there with a book but with her eyes close? Such mockery. How could she sit there looking so effortlessly beautiful? I walked over to her and stopped when I saw her face. Shit! She's crying! Whoever did this to her I cannot forgive. I tapped her shoulders and she opened her eyes. I gasped when I saw that her eyes were so red. She's been crying and I wasn't there to comfort her. I mentally scolded myself. If I want her to be mine, I should work my ass off to show her I'm the one for her and it should start with moments like this. I should be the one to comfort her. She should run to me, not to anyone else. What could've happened to her?

I took her face in my hand and wipe her tears with my thumb. She looked at me in the eyes. One of the so many things I like about her is that no matter how messed up a situation is, she'd look at you in the eyes, making you feel like nothing's too messed up. Her tears continued falling and it hurt to see her this way.

"Nadine, what's wrong?" I finally asked. I didn't wanna ask her immediately because maybe it'd scare her. Or me. I'm afraid she's crying because of me, and I would never forgive myself if that's the case.