It's 7:05.
I'm five minutes late for meeting Alex.
Once I turn the corner, I see her, patiently, waiting for my arrival.
"Hey, sorry I'm late." I say walking towards her.
"How'd you get my number?"
"Luke, Calum, and Michael." Alex says with a sigh.
"What's important?"
"I....."
Alex has a hard time getting the words right.
"You, what?" I ask, standing in front of her.
"This is going to sound crazy, stupid, and harsh, but, uh, I think I may actually like you. I don't want to. I want to forever dislike you and be rude. I don't know. Something about you recently, it just...it made me realize you're not that bad." Alex avoids eye contact with me after those words.
I don't know what to say.
What do I say?
How do I act?
"Ashton, please, say something. Anything." Alex has her hair up in a slightly messy ponytail.
She begins playing with the purple ends as I find the words to say.
Unfortunately, I have no words.
I, intern, grab her face in my palms and gently smack her lips to mine.
Her lips are much softer than I thought they'd be.
Her breath doesn't taste like cigarette smoke like I assumed.
Our lips move in sync as I try to piece this all together.
Are we a couple?
Are we still enemies?
A while later, Alex pulls apart to catch her breath.
Gladly, so do I.
I inch away from the place she's standing at just to give her some air and moveable space.
I kick rocks that have been lying on the road while waiting for her to say something. When she doesn't, I say,
"A kiss says more than words."
"Sh. Let me think."
Instantly, I'm quite and waiting.
Finally, after minutes of waiting, she speaks.
"I like you, Ashton, I really do, but us... it can't work. I'm so sorry."
Alex turns the corner and vanishes
"Well, that went great." I say to myself, shoving my hands in my pockets.
"Real great.."
When I open the apartment door, its dark and quite.
Nothing unusual, since they're out doing whatever.
I slowly go to my room and cry.
It wasn't supposed to be like that.
"Scoot," Luke's voice says as he demands me to scoot over.
Doing so, I cry on his shoulder.
No words needed to explain my pain.
I thought we had a chance.
Who am I kidding?
I'm just a nïeve boy who believes in things that I know will never happen?
And who wants that?
No one.
Not even Alex.
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Beside You
FanfictionWhat would you do if you fell for your enemy? What would you do if you thought you knew them? What would you do if you fell for the bad girl? A good boy fell in love with a bad girl, A bad girl fell in love with a good boy.
