[ch36] The Tormented Life Of A Teenager

DUDE, 90 COMMENTS ON CHAPTER 35.1?? SERIOUSLY?? I LOVE YOU!! :D
Q: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF JOE NOW AFTER HIS DANCE? XD

I really want to change this story's name.
But I still want it to have TORMENTED , LIFE, and maybe teenager :p
what about..
Britt's Tormented Life?
The Tormented Life Of Brittany.
idk..
give me ideas please?
messages are nice.
&& comments longer than three words are highly appreciated.
:)
enjoy loviess.
and have a wonderful rest of the day/night.
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Brittany's POV.
"Thanks," I sincerely said to Erica while another tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it off before she could see it and make a whole drama out of it.
When that "incident" happened, Erica skipped classes with me, took me to her house and gave me some of her clothes.
She was the only one supporting me aside from Nick.
It's rough to be me.
It's rough to go through these problems.
Over a boy.
Caused by a text message.
And now, about four hours later, she's still listening to my ranting without complaining.
As an instinct, I hugged Erica, showing her how really thankful I was.
"Wow," she smiled as she pulled away from the hug. "That was unexpected."
I gazed into her eyes in a non-lesbian way, and smiled. "Thank you," was all I could whisper. Those words now have a whole new meaning to it. Those where words I would normally say if someone handed me the salt on the table; if someone said "bless you" after I sneezed; if someone let me copy their homework; in fact, two words said as an act of courtesy and education. But now, these words come from the bottom of my heart. I just realized what kind of amazing friend is it that I have by my side.
"I hate seeing you like this," she said. "What if we go out?"
"Sure," I shrugged and picked up a yellow jacket and started inserting my arms through the sleeves, "Where to?"
I myself was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans along with a gray blouse V cut, and flats. Meaning, I was acceptable for every kind of place and occasion.
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"What about.. ice cream?"
Can you be any more unique? On movies this is what happens. A girl loves a boy. The boy breaks her heart. The girl suffers. Her best friend gives her strawberry ice cream and a box of tissues to pass the breakup together.
Ding ding ding. Ring any bells?
In this case, the breakup was a long time ago. So this might be the after-effects. And let's say, she's not bringing me the ice cream, she's making me go and get it and pay for it probably.
But, being the girl I am, I just said "sure."

-later-
The ice cream, let's say, froze my problems. But at the same time, it reminds me of the ice cream I shared with Joe. That night we played with cherry stems. That night we called ourselves losers, because love is for losers. That night we were both irrevocably in love with each other. That night my hands fit perfectly into his. That night my hair was stroked. That night his eyes shined with the reflection of the moonlight. That night his lips touched mine.
But that night, the text message was received.
Everything has a sad ending. Everything dies.
Our love died.
Died.
Gone with the wind.
Just the ashes remaining, inside my heart.
The wind took the ashes away from his soul, heart and body.
"What's wrong?" Erica asked me once she realized the sadness my face was showing.
I pouted, "This reminds me of Joe."
"The ice cream?" she asked while gazing at them, "You can have mine."
"No Erica, not that. I mean, yes. The whole night. I was just thinking.."
"Don't think. That's bad for your brain," she smiled. "Want me to take you home?"
I didn't say anything. I just nodded. She did the same, and we walked to the car.


While on our way, we made irrelevant conversations. Mainly, I was staring down, talking to people by my blackberry, but also keeping the conversation with Erica.
"I know Britt, that's so weird, 'cause really what if.. oh no," she paused, and on her tone of voice I knew something was wrong. It was time for me to look up.
The street was full of cars, and a house was crowded with people while "She Can Get It" by Kevin Rudolf was blasting everywhere so loud even I could hear it. "Dude, we didn't get invited," I said. That caused Erica to hit my shoulder, "IT'S YOUR FUCKING HOUSE!"
Eh..
"WHAT!?"
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[JoBrosFanMexico]

haha she forgott!

[Lauraclassof2008]

this story keeps on getting better and better. it said but full of drama!! :]

[dontworrybehippie2]

i've read this write? i'm trying to figure our where i am, i think i have.

[WakeUpBrittany]

MOREE :D

[ally5775]

haha i couldn't think of anything else so Monkey's came to mind ^-^

[JBSxStories]

love it!

[JBSxStories]

chapter 37 is posted xD

[JaimarKair]

sorry.

i hang out, i have a life off from youtube.

+ i've been posting stuff for you ppl on iUpdatePeople.

it's only been 2 days.

[redeyedchick]

theres already 80 comments! post post post post post post post post.... please???

[myzzrockerchicxoxo]

Oh My Brittany!

Goshh. It's her House!

Can you please post now? 78th comment :D

Over 70 :D