Emily's POV:
We hugged tight until my phone rang. I answered and it was my sister Kayla.
"Emily, it's late, Joe told me to tell you to come home."
HOME. H...O....M...E...In your mind those 4 letters spell Home. But In mine, It t spells...H..E...L..L.
"Are you alright?" asked Issac, I forgot where I was, and what I was doing, because I was too deep into my thoughts. I finally remembered. Walk. Bridge. Issac. Kiss.
I looked into Issac's eyes and kissed his cheek. "Issac, Im sorry but I have to go.." I was about to say those 3 words...."I...I...Lo..Love..." but it was hard. "I Love You..." I finally managed to say.
He smiled and whispered "I love you too, beautiful." We kissed once again. I felt the butterflies once again. It was hard to let go.
We both went our seperate ways. I turned and looked at him walking. I smiled. Thinking, He WAS the one.
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The FootBall Player And The Emo Girl. (MAJOR EDITING)
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