Definitely, Maybe

Chapter 1 - The Bathroom

"You are so stubborn! Can you at least try to get along with my parents?!" She whispered harshly to the person in front of her, trying to prevent her parents from hearing. She ran a hand through her chocolate brown hair in frustration, as she paced across my bathroom. Alex on the other hand, was leaning against the doorframe coolly with crossed arms, rolling his eyes at her dishevelled state. The way he acted so nonchalant made her blood boil. "It isn't my fault your parents are so stuck up! They didn't even give me a chance!" He protested, throwing his arms out in front of him.

Eleanor stopped pacing, and turned to glare at her boyfriend, and walked towards him, looking up slightly as he was taller than her, even in her heels. "It's only because they thought that you were a no-good delinquent, and you aren't proving to them any different!" She said while poking her finger into his chest. She stepped back from him, and sat on the edge of the bathtub while sighing. "Why should I have to prove anything to them? It's not my fault they're judging me before they have even met me!" He shouted, annoyed at the fact his girlfriend was blaming him for her parents’ behaviour.

Eleanor exhaled again, trying to restrain herself. "You know what they're like," She said, calming down, "They think nobody is good enough for me." Eleanor finished while rolling her eyes and rubbing her temples. Unfortunately, this annoyed Alex even more. "Is that what you think? That you're too good for me? Because if that's what you believe, maybe I should just leave!" He shouted, pointing his thumb to the door behind him. She snapped her head up to him, with a look of disgust. She scoffed and replied without thinking, "Well if you think I'm that much like my parents, then maybe you should!" Eleanor put her head in her hands as the door opened, and slammed shut not long after. A silent tear fell down her face.

This is what always happened. Whenever Alex and Eleanor had a fight - which was a lot - one of them would end up storming out leaving the other hurt. It just so happened that this one argument took place when Eleanor took Alex to meet her parents - big mistake. Her parents were hard to please, and they thought that nobody could be good enough for their little girl; especially not the town's bad boy, Alex Hunt. Alex was very different from Eleanor; he grew up on very little privileges, and was exposed to a criminal lifestyle since he was young. Eleanor however, had grown up with rich parents who spoiled their only daughter. Eleanor wasn't an unkind person; in fact she hated receiving unnecessary things and would rather have her parents’ attention than their money. Being polar opposites, Alex shouldn't have been drawn to Eleanor and vice versa. Regardless, the two shared a connection that everyone could see, but being so incompatible meant that they fought more often than not. They had the kind of relationship filled with passion, hatred and love all in one, which only meant they always made up from their fights knowing they couldn't be without the other.

"Eleanor, Eleanor dear," My mother's voice broke me out of my thoughts. I breathed in a short intake of air when I realised I had been daydreaming. I plastered a fake smile on my face and nervously chuckled, "Sorry, I was a bit up in the clouds," I told the people around me. They laughed lightly and went back to their dinner. I breathed nervously when I remembered my previous thoughts. It was just two years ago. Two years ago I was sat in this exact chair, but instead of a polite, blonde intelligent man, there was a smirking, brown-haired troubled teenager who was being harassed by my parents. But right now, my parents were calm and relaxed, as next to I was their perfect idea of a husband for me. I couldn't deny it; he was perfect, attractive, smart and kind. He was great. But I didn't get that rush, that passion that I got with......never mind. "So, Christian how is your father's business?" My dad asked my twenty two year old boyfriend. Christian smiled and his eyes lit up.

My parents always loved Christian. Everybody loved Christian. So I didn't understand why I didn't love him. He was everything I ever wanted. So how that one thing could be missing confused me.  I let my father and my boyfriend converse with each other, while my mother looked over at me from across the table and genuinely smiled at me. I gave her a convincing smile back before I excused myself to the bathroom - the bathroom where two years ago, I was arguing with Alex. Of course, it was only a small fight and we made up two days later. But it reminded me that I didn't have him anymore. I was here with somebody else; somebody who I wouldn't fight with in bathrooms, somebody who wasn't reckless, somebody who was easy to love. So why did I crave for all the things that Christian wasn't and Alex was? Why did I feel the need to make it so hard on myself when I was sure that wasn't what I wanted? I slid down onto the bathroom floor, my face in my hands, sobbing silently.

I looked down at my lap and fiddled with my skirt; one which the version of me two years ago would have burned if it ended up on her wardrobe. I took off my sensible brogue heels, which two years ago would be high heels that would kill my feet. I stood up and walked to the sink, resting my hands on either side and studying my reflection. My brown hair was in a sensible, neat braid at the bottom of my head, with no stray hairs falling out. My face was perfectly clear of makeup apart from the thin layer of mascara on my lashes. My brown eyes were dull and tired, different to the bright chocolate colour they used to be. I lifted up my shirt to see that the two holes in my belly were closed up, with only two small scars to remind me of the piercing that was once there. As I looked in the mirror again, I saw my old reflection smiling back at me with her bouncy curls, rosy cheeks, bright eyes and most importantly; a smile on her face. I never saw that anymore. It was as if when Alex left, a part of me left with him; my happiness.

I was content, but it was all so.......boring. I longed to feel the excitement, the rush, the desire. I wanted to feel the burning passion that fuelled our fights, the fact that when we hated each other, at the same time we couldn’t keep away from one another. I would never admit it out loud, but I wanted it back. I couldn’t deal with the fact that maybe I wouldn’t ever have that again with anyone else. I gritted my teeth. Why did the certain person have to be cocky, sarcastic, unfairly intelligent and annoyingly attractive? More importantly, why did this certain person have to be Alex Hunt?

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Hey so i hoped you liked it! This is an idea i have had for ages but have never developed on it :)

Also, I've created a small playlist of songs that relate to the emotions of the story. Please enjoy and tell me what you think :)

The Way I Loved You' by Taylor Swift,'Here We Go Again' by Demi Lovato, 'Hot N' Cold' by Katy Perry, 'Keep Forgetting' by JoJo, 'Let Me Down' by Kelly Clarkson, 'Missing You' by The Saturdays, 'My Dilemma' by Selena Gomez, 'My Life Would Suck Without You' by Kelly Clarkson, 'The One That Got Away' by Katy Perry, 'Payphone' by Maroon 5, 'Postcard From Paris' by The Band Perry, 'So Cold' by Chris Brown, 'Thinking Of You' by Katy Perry, 'Torn' by Natalie Imbruglia, 'We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together' by Taylor Swift, 'What If' by Ashley Tisdale.