As she stared down at the words written in his unmistakable handwriting, she couldn't help but notice several wet dots sprinkled across the page. "Tears." she thought wiping at her face "Funny.. I haven't cried over him in a long while...."

A sudden wave of guilt flooded Cecilia as she continued to read the poems from the notebook she had stolen only hour's go. Accidently thinking it was his lab notebook instead.

"What's the point of all these petty games anyway?" she asked herself "Just proves how immature we both were acting."

Cecilia cringed as thoughts of trash talking him to anyone who would listen, stealing countless things, and just plain being a bitch came back to haunt her. "Ok, so maybe I was mostly the immature one. But I had a good reason right?"

Looking over at her stuffed rabbit as if it would answer, Cecilia sighed and shook her head. "Alright, maybe I had no reason!!" she shouted at it "I'm just a crazy bitch like everyone says."

Feeling more miserable then before, Cecilia picked up the book of poems again. "I'm here. Staring into the forever night, Wondering if it's possible. Maybe...if everything turns out right, Your path of destination, Will just happen to steer, Into my direction tonight." she read to herself

"Wow. Maybe he is a different person...." Cecilia thought as she snatched up her phone in order to call her best guy friend Erick.

"Erick!!" she hollered as soon as he answered

"Cecilia." came the reply

"I stole his notebook!!"

"Whose?"

"You know.. James'!!"

"Ugh.. what did your poor ex-boyfriend do to you now?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary." Cecilia spat "But anyway, I was going for his lab notebook.. but apprently I snagged his book of poems instead."

"Since when does James write poems?" Erick asked in half-mockery

"Oh shut up." Cecilia snapped angerily "I'm trying to be serious about this."

"Well.. what's so wrong about his poems then?"

"It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"GRRRRRRRR!!" Cecilia hissed into the phone "Everything's a challenge with you."

"I happen to believe it's the other way around." Erick offered

"Whatever.. but what I'm attempting to say is his poems are getting to me."

"Getting you what? Happy.. angry.. horny?"

"NO!!" Cecilia shouted loudly into the phone "They're making me think.."

"Oh boy." Erick sighed "This is going to be one long nutty conversation."

"Your just so supportive." Cecilia rasped "They're making me feel guilty for all the shiot I've been pulling this year."

"So what your saying is you wanna go back out with him?"

"Lordy.." Cecilia sighed "You don't get it at all."

"What don't I get!!" Erick cried

"My point." Cecilia responded matter-of-factly "I don't want him back, yet I have this horrible feeling like I should apologize or something."

"Well I don't think he'll listen." Erick replied "I heard he's never going to speak to you again, and he think's your hella crazy. I can kinda agree with him on that one."

"Don't mistake uniqueness with insanity." Cecilia answered bitterly "What do you think I should do?"

"Well first off ditch the notebook. It'll be diffcult to give it back now." Erick pointed out "Next, stop being petty and just forget about this whole "War" thing."

"Yeah, but that's not exactly what I want to do." Cecilia whined

"Then why did you ask me!!" Erick snapped irratibly "Look, you know were friends and I know alot of his views that I can't tell you...."

"WHAT!?" Cecilia interupted shrilly "What do you know about me!!"

"Didn't I just say I couldn't tell you?" Erick answered "He's one of my good friends, and I promised not to say anything."

"Damn you two." Cecilia mumbled "Conspiring against me."

"Hahahaha, you know it's not like that."

"Seems like it."

"Well it's not."

"Come on, gimme a little hint." Cecilia begged

"No, I'd feel bad if I did." Erick protested

"Fine then.." Cecilia huffed "Be that way."

"Ok I will."

*Click* went the phone as Cecilia slammed it down. Blowing her hair outta her face she fell against her bed feeling even worse.

"Erick just doesn't understand." she told herself "He's just siding with James' because they're both guys."

Inevitably her eyes roamed back to where the notebook of poetry was still open. Almost against her will she crawled back over towards it. It was still open to the poem she'd been reading before calling Erick; I'm here. Now it is really late. I have not given up. The moon above me has settled in, very comfortable in its position. Hopefully, you will show up, That I am wishing. Will there be a day, When I will see you again? Time is just wasting away, and I'm still here, Waiting.

"Wow." was all she could think, holding back tears. Closing the book, she promptly threw it against the wall. With a loud THUD, It smacked into the wall and crumpled up-side down onto the floor.

Later, after thinking for the longest time, Cecilia finally grabbed the book and left her home. Less then twenty minutes later, Cecilia stood infront of the house she remembered all to well. After all, she had spent alot of time there in the past.

The entire house was pitch black. Making it near impossible to tell if anyone was home or not. Straining because her legs felt like they wieghed about a thousand pounds a piece, Cecilia made her way up to the front door.

Painful repressed memories, and sharp stabs seemed to overwhelm her all at once as she walked up onto James' porch.

"I loved him alot." she slowly admitted to herself "But it's thankfully all over now...."

She raised her fist as if to knock on the door, but instead she simply set the notebook down onto the porch where James' would hopefully find it, and left as quickly as she had came....

THE END