It takes less time to do the right thing than to explain why you did it wrong.
--H.W. Longfellow
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Chapter 28: Catching Up
Listen to the song Say Something by Sam Smith.
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April's POV
Two weeks.
Two weeks since it all ended.
To say I cried would be a complete and utter understatement.
Cause every time I had the chance I was crying.
It was either because I saw him in the hallway or because I found out about the newspaper article only two days after the break up.
I wanted to talk to him, to tell him I never said anything like that but he didn't even look at me anymore. It was like everything we had was a figment of my imagination.
Mom stood by me and comforted me as I cried on her lap almost every night. While Dad, he was pleased that I wasn't going to be near James anymore.
Every night I had a different friend sleeping over since my mom had left a week back.
Starting with Peyton, Scarlet, Harvey, Dean and even Jasper, which was weird at first but I didn't even care anymore.
Jasper was with me at that very moment I was sitting infront of my window and staring at the stars, something I got used to for a good distraction.
"Hey what's this?" Jasper asked lifting up a small notebook from my table.
My eyes widened with realisation as I ran towards him and lunged for the book holding it close to my chest.
"Nothing" I answered.
"If it was your diary all you-" he started.
"It's not a diary" I mumbled.
"What is it then?"
"My songbook" I mumbled quietly.
"Your songbook?" he asked surprised.
I nodded not looking up.
I'm a songwriter, I'll admit. In my free time I try to write songs but I've never told anyone about them.
"Sing one of them, please" he said so innocently.
"They're stupid" I shrugged.
"Please! Please please!" he begged.
"No, they're stupid really!"
"April do you like to sing?" he asked me, taking me by surprise by the sudden question that I wasn't expecting.
"Yes" I replied honestly.
"Why?" he asked.
"What?" I asked my eyebrows creasing.
"Why do you like to sing?" he repeated.
"Because, when I sing I get lost in the notes of the song. Cause when I sing I feel like the world around me is just a blur and all that's there is the music and I. It makes me forget about the worst possible things that could happen to me. I love singing" I mutter loud enough for him to hear me.
I look up to him and I saw a smile plastered on his face. Not a grin, not a smirk, a reassuring and loving smile. The type of smile I need when I'm down.
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Teen Fiction"Please don't mind if I do this" he said and before I could comprehend what he meant I felt his lips crash onto mine. Then the world around me seemed to be melting. He gently bit my lower lip as his fingers traced circles on my back. My hands found...
