Jacques picks me up and takes me to his house.
we lay on the couch and I cry and I tell him what happened, and tell him about my addict mother and father who, as good as he was, couldn't stay on the good side of the law.
he told me about his family, opposite of mine; perfect. but he had two brothers and a sister once.
yet he was the only child.
"oldest brother got in a lot of trouble. gangs, you know. younger brother is in jail. who knows where my sister is."
i tightened my embrace on him. he kissed my forehead.
i realize i didn't have a crush on him anymore.
that was when i realized i was in love with Jacques Walters.
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
