I was on the phone. After 3 rings, he answered.
"Hey, I was wondering if you would like to come over and play Monopoly with me. You see, it's this new board-"
"No. I'm not coming over."
I was cut of by a rude voice. Him being rude was very foreign to me. I decided to ignore it and breathed out.
"It's the newest boardgame and I made Dad and Mom buy it for me so that we can pl-"
"I SAID THAT I'M NOT COMING OVER!"
His shout startled me. He never, and I mean NEVER shouted at me with this much frustration in his voice.
"A-are you s-sure? If y-you are we c-can play it s-some o-other time."
"I won't be coming back. EVER."
I heard the dial tone after that, signaling that he hung up on me.
I tried to keep myself from crying, but a single tear rolling down my cheek was all it took to start the waterworks.
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I knocked on his front door, patiently waiting.
The door opened after a few minutes and I saw him. He looked sickly pale and dehydrated.
"Hey.." I said unsurely.
"What are you doing here?" he said.
I masked my pained look with a forced smile.
"I'll be going to a boarding school for 4 years. I wanted to sa-"
"THEN LEAVE!" he shouted, slamming the door at my face.
I cried, running to the awaiting car that'll drive me to the airport. I was too busy crying that I didn't notice him staring at my leaving car as he cried silently.
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After 4 years.
As I arrived, I looked out the window.
I sighed. Welcome home.
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Well? Why do you think he was rude to her? Hmmn? A secret maybe? *wink*
Anyways, this will be considered as my first ever story, so please try to read it! ☺
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Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.