It was hard for Charlotte to let go of her best friend, Dalton, the boy she fell in love with since she was nine years old, to make way for her sister, Caroline, who happens to be in love with him too. It was hard for her but in order to make someone happy, even if it meant sacrificing her own, she was willing to let go. It all happened around her senior year, where she let go of the only thing that mattered to her and after graduation, she moved away with no intention of going back. Four years later, on her college graduation day, her parents rather demanded her to come home with a reason that shocked her senseless.
View MoreCharlotteI knew it was a mistake coming home. Oh, yes it was. Though I wasn't given a choice, I could have chosen not to, but I still did anyway, much to my chagrin. As Mike put it (as painful as it is to bear), I need to. For closure. Pfft! Closure my ass. The amount of drama unfolding in front of my very eyes astounds me. I don't even know half of what's going on. One thing's for sure, the two months needed to pass by fast. Heck, if there was a remote control that manipulates time, I'd jump at the chance to buy one. With the knowledge my sister was going to tie the knot with the man I loved was unbearable - it was my doing in the first place. I let him go for my sister, and the heartache that comes along was a price I would gladly pay. Ugh. I am too nice for my own good. "Charlie bear?" With a slight jolt, I shifted my position from the couch in our living room, and look over my shoulder to see Mike smiling
TerrenceI don't know which part of my reasoning I would blame the kiss for. Was it the lingering, painful love I have for Caroline? Or just plain old stupidity? Talk about me being a masochist. I don't know why I set myself up again with this kind of situation, knowing I wouldn't gain an ounce of affection from the woman I was kissing right now. Feeling her lips had made a tumultuous battle between my mind, and heart; the memories of those stolen kisses, and hard to be forgotten tender moments (for me anyway), mixing with my anger, and pain... They clashed back and forth like a hurricane. It was a bittersweet pain, a one-sided thing, since I was never given a chance no matter how hard I try. I give, and I give... in fact, I gave every last thing that was left of me. And then I remembered what this woman did to me, and imagined the strength and willpower just to be the bigger, sensible man despite what I have become. With tha
TerrenceI don't know why my life became messed up. Hell, I don't even know why I became the way I am today. At one point, I often asked myself, "why am I bothering with this shit?" The answer? All I could do was laugh like a moron, and get on with whatever I'm doing. Coming from an upstanding family, it was beyond appalling that the son of one of the most influential lawyers of Lakeside, Colorado, is a gang-banger, who had so much promise that he threw away a bright future just because of a love that can never be. The hurt. The strings of bullshit. The pain. All that emotional roller coaster, you name it, my heart got it. It was all in the name of this sickening, sappy shit called love. I hated it. My mom and dad never understood why I act the way I am. They mistook my quiet personality, and the lack of friendliness towards others for being different... their subtle way for the word
Charlotte“Dalton!” I called after him, as I got out of the car. “Dalton, will you wait a dang minute!” He wasn't listening to me. He just took quick, angry strides towards his house, his nostrils fuming from anger. I don't know what went down here when I was away, but now, with the stunt these brothers pulled in front of me, I had to know why they were acting like barbarians. “Dalton Tyler Parkerson!” I used his used full name, knowing he doesn't like it when I call him that. I guess I got a reaction from him in less than four seconds. He spun on his feet, strode towards me with eyes raging like wildfire, and growled. “What?! Unfazed by his anger, I let my own stand up to his, matching his level. “What's the matter with you?” I asked, my voice coming out like a growl. I pushed his chest as hard as I could, though my strength didn't do a thing to his strong build. “Why did you punch your brother like that?” This got him even madder. “
Charlotte“Mrs. Parkerson?” I couldn't hide the surprise in my voice the moment I saw Dalton's mother. It’s been four years and her radiant beauty still took my breath away. She looked like she hadn’t aged a day. Tears welled in her eyes and without hesitation, she rushed towards me and gave me a tight hug. Ow, that’s going to leave a mark on my ribs. “Oh, honey...” she cooed and there was a slight crack in her voice. “I have missed you so much.” I smiled and let out a soft sigh. “Me too, Mrs. Parkerson. Me too.” Laughing softly, she let me go and laid her hands on both ends of my cheeks, squishing them together. “Look at you.” With her scrutinizing eyes, she roamed starting from my feet all the way to my head. “You look gorgeous, sweetheart, and you are so skinny! I am going to fatten you up, oh yes, I am going to. I'm going to bake you tons of your favorite goodies and shove them up your mouth. What were you eating in L.A.?!” “My
DaltonSeeing Charlie again was like subjecting me to complete familiar heartbreak. I felt like I was transported back to being an eighteen-year-old, confronted with that excruciating pain of her rejection, knowing that she didn't feel the same way about me. I won't lie, it hurts like hell at how frosty she had regarded me. I was like an unwanted person that she wanted to expel out of her life like vomit. What was I expecting? That she would run into my arms and say she missed me like crazy? I would give anything in the world, even my arm and a leg just to hear her say that, but it was just wishful thinking. It would never happen again. A day after the confession, I was tempted to fight back and never give in to defeat. I'm a stubborn guy. I wanted to prove to Charlie that she would learn to love me and we could make it work if she would give me that sliver of a chance, that one single opportunity. But it was clear in her eyes that she only cared for me as a friend, so
It was just a kiss. Yes, I believe with all that is holier than thou that it was only done to show Dalton his place, but I couldn't help but wonder if it meant something... Unknowingly, my fingertips reached to touch my lips and I thought, 'Was it?' Was it really just a kiss to me? To my best friend, Mike? Mike and I spent four years of our lives not making any types of physical love. The only form of touch allowed was the offering and receiving perfunctory kisses and hugs. None of it means a thing; just good old familial affection. But how can one heady lip locking moment have my emotions in a turmoil, or - swallowing a huge lump lodge up on my throat here - have stupid butterflies flutter in my stomach? I'm seriously going to burn in fiery pits of hell for this. Minutes of silence followed as we walked, heading to the town's diner. Each step I took, I tried so hard not to dwell on it, but my mind was making it harder. 'Bra
There are different ways in showing discomfort.One would fidget with the hem of their shirt like it is the most interesting piece of wonder in the world. The other is when one would look around, avoiding eye contact with the person. Shifty eyes, if you must call it, or the wandering eye. The other is rocking the balls of their feet back and forth as though having trouble keeping still.These were common reactions of being nervous. However, mine is sort of... weird.Gross even. As I gaze upon Dalton's handsome face, I had this sudden urge to go happy poo poo. I know, I know! Very weird, but the nervousness I'm feeling made me want to bolt right out of there and head straight for the bathroom. Not an appropriate reaction, but this is me... dealing with such emotion. As we stood silent, rooted to the ground, it amazes me that after four long years, I am still standing upright even though on the inside I am ready to crumble in front of him. Dalton was my stre
Annoyance.Three syllables, nine letters, one word, and yet, it held such intense definition.Such words pertained to different things, yet, I could only pin point to one specific thing or someone who was the exact definition of the word.Caroline, my little sister.Yes, she was the epitome of all things holier than thou. The woman knew her craft in the art of annoyance down to a tee, and as for me? I can only say this: can a woman take a break and sleep in complete silence?!But I guess, it was too much to ask for, since Caroline was doing my bedroom door a number."Charlie!" she called out, banging incessantly on my bedroom door.The sudden banging had me jolt upright, my vision groggy and disoriented. What on Earth was Caroline doing that she has to bang on my door that hard?"What the hell?..." I murmured as I scratched my head furiously. I took a glance at the clock on my nightstand, and when I did, my eyes went wide as a flipping owl when I saw the time.It's 8:00 o'clock in the
Senior Year (November of 2006)Someone once told me that life, especially love, was all about taking chances. If you wanted to take the first leap of faith, it's a matter of putting your best foot forward and from there, everything would fall into place.Sounds simple, right? Easy squeezy lemon peasy.But... Nothing was that simple, especially when I'm about to do something life changing; one that could change the course of my life .Telling my best friend since I was nine years old that I'm in love with him.Uhuh. Yeah. Very simple alright.As I leaned my back against the driver's side of my car, I thought of ways on how I'd break this bottled up romantic feelings I have for my best friend, Dalton, without sounding like a moron. He was running late and it was already past fifteen minutes since the final bell rang so this buys me some time to think - each word formulating in my head had my heart pounding out of my chest, hands all clammy and sweaty and having this sudden urge to bolt
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