Parker
It's so hard to like someone when they're not good for you. Honestly, she's a nice girl, but Alice... I don't get her sometimes. But there is a beauty to every mystery, and she could be mine. She's impulsive, she's reckless, she's no good for me because she knows she's not even good for herself. She's going to hurt me, and I can't allow myself to get hurt again. But damn, a girl's interested in me, I should just actually like her.
She's truly an amazing person, really. I think she is good for people, but we're so different, I don't know how it'd work. And besides, she's so different from normal... people... That isn't supposed to be rude, it's just that she's Alice and not everyone is Alice. Then again, not everyone is Parker either, but she still broke into my house and asked me on a date.
I'm currently on my couch. Slater approaches me and sits next to me-He's literally fourteen and he looks better than me. "Heard you went on a date," he states, sitting down next to me.
"That's right, I did. Look, bud, don't steal her," I joke.
Slater flashes a smile that could (and probably did) capture a million girls' hearts. Jesus, his teeth are whiter than the girls in this town. "Just... don't be afraid. It's a girl, she's a girl, go be with her if you want. They're gonna love you."
"Not sure how Jenna and Olivia would feel about that."
"You don't need to be sure of how they feel 'bout it, man," Slater says, "you need to look after yourself and what you want. Don't hurt them, but don't hurt yourself, too."
"You seem to know all about this."
"It's all I have," Slater claims with this dry look on his face, "it's all I know." Slater gets up. Geez, he's been weirder lately. Going out more, staying up later. He's not even fifteen for a few months and I think he's just messing his life up. Then again, I'm not doing anything better.
I can't even think, honestly. Maybe I should just let things flow. All I know is that I felt some power surge when I saw Alice smile, it was a side I didn't know she had. Sometimes when you see someone a lot, you think you know every part of them, but they're always different. Always. Alice was better when I got to know her. She wasn't psychotic, or maybe she was, but I accepted it. Call it love at first sight, but I don't love her. It was one date. One.
I want another one.
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Martyr
Teen Fictionhe had his life rolled out in front of him like a carpet. she had her life rolled up and thrown into a closet. he almost got his life ended, she nearly got her life started. they meet. they go on dates. he becomes attached. she has something to hide...
