"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisable to the eye." -H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
Dyaln's POV
what's your favorite color? favorite song? favorite artist? style of music? favorite person? is it me? So many questions were being asked. Most were asked in text form, because neither of us were brave enough to even think about asking them in person. All the questions were answered, some answers were lies and some were truth from both ends. All though what Paul didn't realize was that I would always find out the truth, it is just what happens with me.
I wouldn't call myself an official stalker, more like a friend with imformation issues. I have to know everything, otherwise it will just bother me. I searched Paul's facebook, reading old statuses and staring at all pictures of him. I wasn't stalking, just observing. I was just observing everything.
Paul's POV
I asked so many questions I thought Dylan would have gotten sick of me by now. I see things differently with her, she is different then most girls. I like the fact that she says what is going on in her mind with every little deatail that follows it. I like that she is strange, weird, and crazy all in one. It makes it easier to call her mine.
Going back to school Monday was getting harder and harder to do. Everyone was going to ask questions like, why her? are you seriously going out with her? is Dylan older than you? They were all questions that were obvious and straight to the point yet people still had the nerves to ask them.
With all the questions being asked and all the attention, I wasn't talking to Dylan much at school and when we texted it was always short. I just couldn't find the right moment in time for her. I thought a little about breaking her heart and just leaving but then I felt bad and couldn't do it.
I waited a few more days and decided to just do it, break her heart. I told her we were over, I never gave her a reason, I just ended it. She begged me to tell her why but I really didn't want to answer nor did I have an answer. I just tried to move on, even though it was obvious she wasn't the moving on type.
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Real Side of the Story
Teen FictionREMAKE of "My Side of the Story" A small town girl wants the love of her life and is determined to get him. She has many complications along the way. She expresses her feelings through a journal she writes to herself, but she finds out something tha...
