“And then she said that I will always be in her heart, that I’m one of the people that she loved the most, but also hurt her the most. She can’t handle that crap Bri. I don’t understand. What does she want me to do?” Nick asked confusedly.
“Nick, she needs you.”
“But Bri, she knows that I can’t stay with her 24/7!”
“She doesn’t care.”
“I really don’t understand women Bri.”
“Me neither Nick, me neither.”
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Nick stared at his newly painted walls and began to think about Amanda. He tried to imagine her every feature, but it was too hard. She’s too perfect. And now she belongs to someone else. What can he give her that I can’t he wondered sadly. His apartment was empty. Nick couldn’t stand the noise back at Brian’s apartment. He had walked out suddenly and drove home to think about his problems. He couldn’t stand it. He grabbed a tempting piece of paper lying in the middle of nowhere and began drawing. He glanced at what he has drawn and found that he had drawn himself and Amanda, by the beach, sitting next to each other counting the stars in the endless night. A tear dripped onto the paper, weakening it. He brushed it off and it fell to the floor. Half of it was caught onto his chair. Not knowing that fact, Nick pulled, ripping the paper directly in two, right down the middle separating him from Amanda.
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Amanda walked along the sidewalk, going back home after cheerleading practice. Alex had offered her a ride home but she had turned it down, saying that she needed the exercise. Walking past a wet driveway, she was soaked by a hose coming out of nowhere. She looked up, feeling completely drenched. A very guilty looking girl apologized.
“I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to do that. I hope we didn’t ruin your outfit. It was all his fault,” she gave the guy standing next to her a friendly push.
“Whatever babe,” he pulled her close and they began kissing.
Amanda walked away, remembering those fun times she had had with Nick as well. It was too painful to think of. She ran home in tears, not realizing that she had been followed the whole time.
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“I’m home,” Amanda shouted, although she knew that there wasn’t anyone in the empty house. She sighed and dropped her bag onto the floor. Making her way upstairs to her room, she turned on her CD player. Nick’s intro broke through the silence as more tears trickled down Amanda’s cheek. She knew that by now, her mascara had probably left marks all over her face but she couldn’t care less. She turned off her stereo immediately and grabbed a pen and paper. Her pen wandered all over the page as she began doodling all over the paper, she wrote, ‘Amanda loves ?’ all over it. She blew out a mouthful of air as she crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it into the overflowing trash can. Grabbing another piece of paper, she began writing.
It is painful to say I love you
Amanda glanced down at what she has written. Feeling completely confused, she wondered if that was what she was really feeling deep inside. She scribbled on a title, ‘Broken Hearts’. Keeping that thought in mind, she pinned up the poem/song onto her pin board and laid down onto her unmade bed. It had strewn clothes all over it, making it all lumpy and uncomfortable. Feeling utterly disgusted and annoyed, she began picking cleaning up. It rare that she did this and by the time her parents had returned, Amanda had already cleaned out her wardrobe, washed the laundry, the dishes, vacuumed, and mopped the floors.
Her parents walked into the house feeling very confused, wondering if they’ve gone into the wrong house or something. They saw Amanda sleeping at the kitchen table, her head laid down uncomfortably on her arms. A jar of warm peanut butter sat next to her. Her parents nodded knowingly – something wrong had happened. Unlike other people, Amanda usually did not raid the ice cream when feeling depressed, she raids the peanut butter or cleans the house up. If both things happen, it’s serious business. Her parents tip toed upstairs and found that not only Amanda’s room was cleaned up, but so was theirs.
“What is wrong with her?” Her father asked. Him and Amanda’s mother walked into Amanda’s room and found the poem/song that she had written. “I don’t understand, what is she trying to say?”
“Would it be something that happened between her and Nick?” she suggested.
“Could be so,” he agreed and nodded.
“What are you guys doing?” Amanda asked angrily, while she stood at the doorway.
“Amanda, honey, what’s the matter?” her mother asked, very concerned. Amanda didn’t answer, she pushed her mother and father outside the door.
Before slamming it, she shouted, “Respect my privacy please!”
‘Cause I knew I never had
It is hard enough to kiss you
Even if I wanted to so bad
All this sadness and pain is killing you
Though you never seem to show
What’s going on in your mind?
I never really know
How can we be lovers
If we are miles apart
Yet so close together
You’ll always be in my heart
What I’m trying to say is
That things will never change
Leave it the way it is
And go on our separate ways
We can’t drag on forever
There will be an end
Just remember each other
We will always be friends