Okay? Seriously? I ask for 3 lousy comments..
At least I got one :/
Stop being lazy and let your fingers tell me if you at least liked it..
here..
Read my f**king thoughts..
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"When do I get to see this notebook?" Nick asks once we're up in my room sitting on my gray bedspread. I lean over and pull my notebook out from under my pillow.
"Now?" I say while handing it to him on today's page."That's todays."
Nick reads through the poem and smiles.
-She sings and write poetry..amazing-
"I'm thirsty, want anything? Coke, Pepsi, water?" Nick smiles up at me.
"Pepsi is fine thank you,"
I walk down and see Jason at the end of the stairs, waiting.
"Are you going out?" He asks. I laugh and shake my head.
"He just wanted some writing input, so I'm helping him out, and we're just friends. So relax!"
I grab the soda's and walk back up the stairs.
-Heather, he write's he's gay-
"Is not!" I yell down to him. Nick is still flipping through my notebook. I hand him the pepsi and take a drink of mine."Soo..."
"We should go get some icecream." Nick looks up and smirks. He gets up and pulls me with him.
"Seriously?" I ask, not sure if he's bieng sarcastic or not.
"Yah, and the park. I love the park in the fall. So beautiful." I nod and grab my jacket and purse, Nick smiles and we walk out the door.
"Did you know that I have never been to the park before?" I say to Nick while we walk down a small sidewalk, I smile as we pass two children.
"I didn't know that..also thats slightly pathetic, why not?" I throw away the bowl from my icecream. Nick, I found out doesn't like the icecream cones just like me.
"Because Jason never liked the park..it's where dad died. Then mom never took me because she was to drunk and high...all the time.." I look down at my shoe's.
"I'm sorry, I know there's nothing I can do, and I know it hurts, and I also know it gets so fucking anoying when people say 'I'm sorry' because you know that they aren't.."I give Nick a side long glace.
"How do you know all this?" He chuckles.
"Because my dad was an alcoholic, then he died last year, heart failure." I nod, knowing exactly how it hurts. "The park is beautiful though, you should have came before you were 17."
"But I would have gotten sick of it, then we wouldn't be here now would we?" I laugh along with Nick and he wraps his arm around my waist, I lean my head on his shoulder and let a single tear drop down.
"It's 7." Nick states while still walking. "Do you know whats at 7?"
"umm...dinner?" He nods.
"You look like a girl who loves italian, how do you feel about having dinner with my family tonight?" Nick looks right into my eye's while he says this. I think about it. Either eat a poptart and another pepsi and study, or eat something italian and study. Ah what the heck, I think I'll take the italian side of this story.
"Yah, sure." Nick smiles and we run back to his car. Not easy let me tell you.
heehee...i love it :D
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