Mia and Jake - A short love story

I sat on my queen-sized bed, in my room, door closed and locked. I held on to the fabric of my thick, violet beding as silent tears streamed down my face. I tried my hardest to forget about him, but I couldn't. His tanned face, blue eyes, full lip, long eye lashes, and blond hair showed up in my mind once more. I hugged my knees, burried my face into my knees, and began to cry harded. My heart hurt. I wanted to tell him how I felt... but I knew he didn't feel the same way, and he probably never would.

I woke up, still in my jeans and t-shirt. I cried myself to sleap that night. It was Friday, so I'd have to go to school. He'd be there. It was obvious that he was trying to avoid me. I must have made it all too obvious. Every time I came near, he would become very quiet and look down at the ground. He didn't speak to me like he used to. I had to go to school and be near him. I didn't want to me near him. I was angry at him for avoiding me, and making me feel this way about him. I was angry at myself for being angry at him.

I was at school. He was there, sitting in front of me at his desk. He didn't turn to look at me, he didn't evey greet me. I didn't greet him. The school day dragged by. I fought hard against tears the entire day.

The last bell rang and everyone shot up from their seats and rushed out the door and to their lockers. We were the last ones in the class room. Me, and Jake. For the first time in what seemes like years, he looked at me. Then looked away. We got up at the same time after the teacher told us to hury. Jake walked past me, not looking at me, not saying a word. I walked to my locker, put on my hat, coat, boots, and gloves, then headed for the door. As I walked down the hall, tears pooled up in my eyes. It was nearly impossible to contain them. I walked by Jake. I looked at him. "He probably wouldn't even care." I thought. That thought caused the tears to increase. Thankfully, they hadn't escaped my eyes. Jake looked over, then looked away. He looked again, but didn't look away. He started to walk towards me. I hadn't even realized it. He came closer and closer, with a look of deep concern and sadness on his face. When he was at an arms reach, I finally noticed he had come.

"Mia, are you alright?" he asked in a gentle voice.

I turned and ran. I bursted out of the doors. The coldness of the winter surounded me. I ran through the ice and snow. The tears had escaped. I ran as fast as I possibly could. I stopped to hear running foot steps behind me.

"Mia!" he called after me.

I looked back. Big fat tears streamed down my cheeks. Instead of running, I just stood there. He came close enough to touch. He took my hand, and looked at me.

"Why are you crying?" he asked in a soft voice.

I didn't want to talk. I just threw myself into his arms and began to sob. He wrapped me in his arms and whispered to me that everything would be alright. I no longer felt that he wanted to avoid me... that he didn't like me.

When I finally stopped crying, I pulled away.

"Sorry..." I said, my voice still trembling.

"No... it's alright." he said, "Do you want to go get some hot-chocolate at Tim-Horton's?"

I nodded. We walked together in silence.

We were sitting at the table with our hot-chocolates. We spoke just like we had years ago. We'd know each other for years and years. When we finished our drinks, he told me he'd walk me home.

We were barley half-way to my house when he changed the subject about the Ski Hill.

"Mia?" he said.

"Yes?"

"I... I love you." he said.

I thought my heart would burts from my chest. Tears blured my vison once again. I looke up at him. He was looking straight at me. I wrapped my arms around him while tears streamed down my cheeks.

"I love you too." I said.