The rain came again. As I sat by my window tracing a heart into the fogged up window. This time the sky wasn't purple it was gray,plain gray. Then the name came. Sam. Samuel Mishell. "Spare me your tears". I wispered. As he once had to me. I walked over to my desk where his yearbook picture had been ripped out a taped onto my wall. "Sam". I said, hoping the picture would talk back. Obviously it didn't. I chuckled. How stupid I was to think that he would leave my heart after that one day. Sam had always been mine, but I never knew until he had to leave. I remembered as he stood by the door of my house. His eyes blue. His hair black and his face no expression. Maybe he didn't love me like that. Maybe he just wanted to give me pain. How would I ever know. He was gone. Gone. That one word would haunt me forever. Sam hadn't even called me. Why. Why did he have to leave me. Leave my heart. I loved him,more than I ever loved anyone. He wasn't my first kiss but I was his. There would be a memory for him at least my memory would only pain from his perfect eyes and laugh.
He hadn't even called me. What if he really didn't care about me. He just wanted me to have a broken heart. It seemed to have worked too. Fuck it. I picked up the phone and called him. ofcourse he didn't answer. A minute later there was a call. I picked it up. " Hello". I almost yelled. " Cele"? Sam asked. " I missed you". I said. " Me too". So he did miss me. "How is Maine'? I asked. "terrable". He laughed alittle. " Why is that"? I asked. He sighed. " Obviously your not here". He sounded like he was about to cry. "Sam"? He sniffeled. "What"? He asked "I will find a way to see you". "promise"? "Promise". I wispered.
THREE MONTHS LATER
Sam still had my heart,always. Though he didn't beleive it. "You will find someone else someday". He asured me. "No I won't"! I yelled. He laughed and never said anything about that again. Which was fine with me, maybe he was starting to beleive it. At school everyone had forgotten about Sam. He was one of the hottest people at school how could they forget. Now the hottest guy was Spencer Parker. "Hey there beautiful". He winked at me. I rolled my eyes. "What's wrong with you'". he asked. "Get out of my face Spencer"! I yelled. He moved. " Fiesty are we". He teased. He stood infront of me. "What do you want". I folded my arms. He smiled. "One date". He said. I rolled my eyes "yeah right ". Spencer grabbed my arm. His eyes soft. "please". He asked. Those pleding eyes reminded me of one person. Sam. I sighed. "fine". He smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "How about I drive you home'? He asked. "How about no". I said rudley. Spencer laughed. He put his hand on my cheek. "What do you think of me"? He asked "That your rude and selfish". "ouch that hurt". He laughed. I rolled my eyes. He was so retarted. "But maybe if I changed'...He smile. "if you changed then yes I wuld think you were nice". Spencer smile. " I will change just for you and then,then i might be more than nice". He kissed my head his bronze eyes held mine just for the slightest second. And he walked away. He was right if he changed he would defenetly be more than nice.
