I unfolded, uncrumpled and smoothed each and every poster before setting it aside. There was a pile of about 20 posters by the time I finished that. Then I carefully turned each picture frame over, brushing any broken glass into my trash bin I had dragged over. I removed each picture from the casing and laid them side by side on my bed.
-flashback-
I was going home from the skatepark again. I hadn't gone for a week after seeing Bobby again, although he had come to visit me to give me the ribbon. It was two weeks until Christmas, and I couldn't see the sidewalk much under the thin layer of snow. I hit a rock on the sidewalk and flew onto the pavement. I screamed in pain as skin was scraped of my forearms and palms of my hands. I only managed to stop my face from hitting by rolling to the side. Then I heard someone shouting near by. I opened my eyes and saw that new boy, Nick.
NicK: Oh my god!! Are you okay???
I glared at him. "Does it LOOK like I'm okay?!" I demanded through clenched teeth. I was refraining from crying, but only barely. I could feel blood dripping down my arms and I couldn't imagine how much dirt was in the cuts. I started getting up, but screamed in pain as my palm touched ground and I fell back down.
Nick: Here, let me help you.
He leaned down and wound his arm around my waist.
Nick: Brace your feet against the ground and stand up now.
It was wobbly and awkward, but I got to my feet with his help. "Thanks" I said, trying my hardest to keep my bloody arms away from him. He was wearing a rather nice blue shirt.
Nick: Here, I'll help you home... which way?
"My house is that way. Two blocks away, the grey house. We're the one on top." Why was I trusting him? I'd only met him one other time.
Nick: Put your arm around me, you can't walk alone.
"I don't want to stain your shirt" I said, nodding at it.
Nick: Oh, right. Hang on.
He pulled his arm back for a moment and pulled his shirt over his head. I felt my eyes widen a bit and turned away, blushing like mad. Then his arm was around my waist again and his other hand pulled my arm around his shoulders. It stung like mad, but it made walking so much easier.
Nick: *finishes wrapping my arms up* Better?
"Much, thanks" I said, smiling. I finally opened my eyes again. The entire time he had been cleaning and bandaging my cuts, my eyes had been closed. Not because of pain, but because his fingers trailing over my arms like that had felt so good...
Nick: Aly.. are you sure you're okay? You didn't say much while I was cleaning....
"I'm fine.. really. Thank you so much. It helped a lot... more that you'll know." I smiled at his look of confusion. Then I noticed the blood still on his shoulders. "Here.. let me help you...." I grabbed a washcloth from the sink. I pressed it to his back and started wiping the blood off his shoulders. I finished, but I kept my hand pressed to his back
Nick: Aly?
I snatched my hand back and tossed the washcloth in the sink. "All clean!" I said, turning away from him. His hand was on my shoulder now, and he turned me around. My eyes flickered to the washcloths in the sink, to the towels on the door, to the stool he had been sitting on. Anywhere but at his face.
Nick: Aly.... I...
Then my door slammed open.
Regina: ALY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? YOU HAVEN'T BEEN HOME ALL DAY AND IF YOU'RE NOT HERE THEN I'M GOING TO ----
That's when she saw me and Nick.
Regina: Oh.....
I blushed. "Regina, this is Nick. I fell off my skateboard and he helped me clean up" I said, swiftly moving away from him.
-end flashback-
I turned my arms over and saw the faint pink scars from that day. After that, I had agreed to see him more often. Turned out he was a good skater and so we hung at the park a lot. I started looking at my pictures, being assaulted by a new memory with each one.
That one was valentines day. He had taken me to a cute little tea shop and then we spent the day wandering town.
This one was from my birthday and he had taken me to the beach for the day.
And there's from his surprise birthday party I threw. Turned out he knew the whole time, but he pretended because it was so important to me.
Here's one from our last day at school... two years ago. The last day I had seen him. He had gone off to make that disney movie 'Camp Rock' He had left without saying a word to me. We were standing outside his house in this picture... well... he was standing. I was in his arms, bridal style. He had refused to let me stand next to him, saying I wasn't close enough that way. My eyes studied the familiar dark grey pants and polo he was wearing. My black skinny jeans and pink graphic tee. A tear fell on the picture.
"Why'd you leave me Nick? Why didn't you say goodbye?"
*~*Still being continued*~*
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Here We Go Again: A Nick Jonas Love Story chapter 8by KitKat5193478 views
hahaha yeah that does make sense! i hadnt even thought of that! haha
KitKat5193 2 years ago
thank u!!! make another one soon!
malika203 2 years ago
poor aly...i feel os bad for her. plz post another one!
lrx001 2 years ago