"Look, can you just hear me out?" He struggles to keep up with me as I walk as fast as I can, hopefully away from him.
"No, you hear me out. I'm done with you, I don't want you around me. What you did was out of order and I can't deal with it. You literally just walked away and beat Dan up as soon as you could. No matter how much of a twat he is, he didn't deserve it. You're a dick and I'm sick of it, James." I managed to spit out in fury. "we're over".
"No, we aren't. We're in love. I love you, you love me. We're happy, don't you see that?" He grabs my shoulder and pulls me back, stopping me.
He won't let go of me unless I really hurt him. I can't do this, it hurts too much. I do love him, but not as a boyfriend.
"I don't love you. In fact, I don't think I ever did." I say coolly, clenching my fists so I don't tell him I need him, to fill the emptiness Dan left behind.
"You don't mean that. TAKE IT BACK" he shouts.
"I do mean it. I don't love you like you say you love me. I just needed a boyfriend and you were the first boy who would talk to me after Lili vanished." I say, my words filled with venom.
"You're a whore. And a dumb bitch, never speak to me again."
I squeak as my hand collided with his cheek, hard. I didn't mean to hit him, but I'm not going to get called a whore. That was out of order. I stomp into my house, slamming th door shut after me, leaving a speechless James with one hand up to his cheek.
I storm up the stairs and peek out of my window to see that he's still there.
"Fuck off, okay? I don't want you around me or my friends EVER!" I shout down to him
"You're such an idiot, you're going to regret this, you know"
I flip him off and he finally takes the hint and stomps off, presumably to go home. Finally.
God, I wish I could just move away. Away from here. Away from England. Away from all the drama that surrounds me.
Basically, away from me. I could invent a new Aspen Brenner.
Yeah, that sounds great. A new me. If only I could run away to-
"CAN SOMEONE GET THE DOOR PLEASE? I'M BUSY DROWNING IN DEPRESSING THOUGHTS AND BEING A TYPICAL 16 YEAR OLD" I shout.
No answer.
"HELLO?!"
No answer.
Oh, right. I'm home alone until 9 today. Great.
I run down the stairs, almost slipping down the stairs at least five times.
"She is beauty, she is grace, she is an ex-ballet dancer of six years and nothing helped my stance." I mutter to myself as I walk to the door.
"Dan?"
YOU ARE READING
Since we were kids (Dan Howell)
Teen Fiction"Did you miss me?" "Miss you? You're a jerk, you didn't even say goodbye." ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. Aspen and Dan were best friends from birth until they were 8. And then Dan moved away, no goodbye, no contact, just gone. Without a trace. Six years later...
