The War on Love

Chapter 29

I'm sitting across from Hale on the floor, shoe boxes in front of us. Our time capsules from 8th grade. He had kept mine when I moved since I didn't have room in any of my bags. He just stares at his box, decorated with red duct tape. "Open on three?" He says.

"On three."

"One...."

"....Two...."

"Three," he mumbles, lifting the lid of the box. He just starts laughing uncontrollably.

"What?" I demand.

He holds up a picture of him standing in his basketball uniform next to me in mine. He has a black eye and a bruise forming in his jaw. "The caption on the back says, 'Reminder: she has bony elbows if you can't tell...'"

"It still is bony," I say, looking at my remaining elbow. I lean over and push him with my elbow.

He chuckles. "What about you? Anything interesting?"

"Nothing too incredibly spectacular. Pictures... Tons of pictures... The guitar pick you gave me for my birthday," I say, a faint smile coming across my face.

He smiles. "That was a long time ago..."

"What, 14 years ago?"

"Something like that," he says with a smirk. "Do you realize we're going to be 30 in two years?"

"Don't remind me that I'm old!" I groan.

He laughs. But then it fades. He's staring at the tv behind me. My phone starts ringing. Ava...

I turn and look at the tv as I answer the phone.

"Emmalyn? Are you there?" She says through the speaker.

"Y-yeah," my voice trembles as I watch the scene on the news. A 2013 black Camaro is laying on its hood and a truck is in the ditch not too far away. EMTs are pulling a body from the wreckage. The words rolling across the the bottom are what pushes me over the edge. 'Actor Thomas Sangster injured in car accident.'

"Have you heard?"

"I just saw it on the news... I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Okay, I'll see you then."

"I-is he going be okay?"

"I pray to God so," she mumbles, hanging up.

I grab my coat from the back of the chair and give Hale a goodbye hug before running out the door. I go back to my hotel, grab my bags, checkout, and get a cab to the airport.

I run up to the desk in the airport. "I need to change my flight, please."

"When to, madam?" The associate asks.

"Next flight to London."

"We have an open seat on the four thirty flight."

"Oh my God. Thank you so much!"

She smiles and takes my ticket and hands me a new one. "Have a good day!" She shouts as I run off to get my bag checked.

After getting my bag checked, I wait impatiently in line for security. I bounce from foot to foot. I don't think I can wait here for another minute, let alone who knows how many hours on a plane. Was this hour he felt when he thought I was dead all that time ago? I guess...

I never thought this would happen. At least, not to him! He's famous! Things like this don't happen to people like him! What have I ever done to deserve this? I always thought I was a good person. Why do bad things happen to good people?

It doesn't help my conscious that he didn't look very good in the short clip they showed of him. His blonde hair was matted with blood. He was cut and bruised and just looked horrid. Just the thought of it brings tears to my eyes. I blink them away. He's just a boy. I'm not going to cry over him. He's just another guy...

But, then again, he's not. He's anything but another guy to me. He's every little thing I could have ever asked for in a guy. He's sweet. He's cute. He makes me laugh. Sure, he pisses me off, but I like that about him. He always speaks his mind to me. I want to be with him... Now, who knows if that will happen...

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A/N: Sorry, it's been a while =/ I've had no inspiration. UNTIL TODAY!!!! Mwa-haha!! Updates will be slow for awhile, especially this week. I have basketball games every night, except Tuesday, but I have to perform a solo for band so yeah... I'm busy. Haha. Well, thanks for reading! Comment/Vote! -med_01

QOTC: If I said I was going to kill Thomas, how would you murder me?

My answer: I hope you say you won't....