That's how he wanted it. There's my message. It was all a sign. Jake, and whatever his name was. I could care less.
I have my own life, and the sign is that I have to live it alone. I thought he was a friend. He was....different. I told him about myself, but why wasn't he telling me his story? Was he afraid?
Afraid of what?
Then, Brooke came. "Hey," she hollered. "So tired," she panted. "What's been going on?" she asked. "Nothing," I said, loading the dishwasher.
"Jake came," I said. "Oh, so that's why the chicken wings are all gone," Brooke rolled. "Yeah...that's...exactly...why," I lied. "I'm famished," Brooke complained. "Look in the fridge," I said.
Brooke opened the fridge. "Nada," she said. I sighed. "Let's go to Danny's Grill," Brooke said. I let out another sigh.
"Come on, it's your favorite restaurant," Brooke begged. "I'm..really tired..." I said. "But, please!" She begged. "No, sorry Brooke," I answered.
"Ugh, I'll go alone," Brooke said, heading out the door. "ALONE!" She yelled. Then she drove away. I felt like my life was heading no where. Except a black hole.
Although, it probably is in the black hole. Instead, I drove to Danny's Grill. Brooke was sitting alone, eating quesadillas. "Hey," I waved. She was busy eating and....being mad at me.
I sat with her. "I'm sorry, but I was just upset," I admitted. "Why?" she asked. "Jake," I answered. "Why?" she asked again.
She asks a lot of questions. "Even though I knew about his...identity, I still felt sad that I went out with him," I explained. Although, that wasn't really the truth. "I'm sorry," Brooke apologized, reaching out for my hand. "You're true love, is somewhere," Brooke said.
I felt awkward and bursted out laughing. She laughed along with me. We were being retarded, weird and stupid in all good ways. Then, we finished eating. "We should go grocery shopping," Brooke said.
I agreed and we went outside. We first, drove home to park a car, so we could go in one car instead. We arrived at Hillside Market. Brooke took a basket and went to an aisle to get Nutella. Her obsession.
I went to aisle 8. The magazines aisle. Kim Kardashian. Kim Kardashian. Brad Pitt.
Kate Middleton. Kim Kardashian. Then, the breaking news. In bold, with his PICTURE. I grabbed it and flipped through the magazine to read it all.
He was the gunman in the breaking news... Oh my god. "Oh my..." I gasped. I couldn't believe it. I really could not. Was I imagining?
I was hurt. What to do? I didn't know him. I don't know him! I don't know where he is anymore. I don't know what to do.
Should I tell the public and cameras? Better not. But was that the real him?
I need to forget him. He was never in my life.
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Lovely Criminal
Teen Fiction"It wasn't a mistake. Or was it? Was he really to be trusted..? Or was he not? Who is he?" 17 year old, Myra, is just living her normal teenage life until she meets "The One". Myra is just a young, beautiful girl, who just tries to be herself. That'...
