CHAPTER 3: THIS IS HOW I DEAL

ANDRÈ

At this time, the words had left my mouth; I knew I had created an enormous mistake by telling her how I felt. Within the time we had spent along, I had learned that she did not seriously like love, or being admired, or well, being told she was admired. I wanted instantly that I might rewind time back before I told her, thus I may stop myself from telling her. Unfortunately that could not really happen.

I checked out her and she simply checked out me. Not speaking something, not doing something at all. Well, nearly not doing something, she would not look into me. She would look into something on the far side of me, and something around me, however simply not me.

I despised this; the silence was getting to me. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and checked out the ground.

"I need to go," Lou said, finally. I looked up, agitated that she was really attending to leave me. I opened my mouth to mention one thing, to do to stop her, then again I closed it. I had no thought what to mention to stop her, to let her stay.

"At least, let me drive you home," I said, attempting urgently to possess any reason to be round her a bit longer, before she most likely ne'er spoke to me once more.

She simply checked out me; she gave the impression of she was thinking. Finally she nodded and quietly got into the car.

I engulfed hard as I force into her driveway. "So, i will see you tomorrow?" I asked quietly. Initially she did not acknowledge that I had even aforesaid something at all, and then she shrugged.

"Thanks for the ride," she said, taking off from the car out and shutting the door. I waited till i was certain she was within her house safely then I pulled out of her driveway then pulled into mine.

I turned off the car and sighed. I smacked my forehead. How stupid might I actually have been? You do not tell a woman like her that you simply love her. You simply do not, not this early within the relationship.

Maybe I might see her tomorrow, who knew?

LOU

I don't apprehend what i am aiming to do with him. I cannot speak to him and that I don't desire to go to Tori regarding this. i cannot tell him i really like him, because I do not. Do I? I do not love boys; it's simply not one thing I do. I ran my hands through my hair and explored at the ceiling of my sleeping room. What was I about to do tomorrow? He had asked if he was going to see me tomorrow. Well would he? No. I do not think I will talk over with him yet; perhaps I will simply avoid him for the remainder of the summer. I might stick with Tori or I might simply return to what I used to do. Keep round the house, while not being at the house. We may pretend that we tend to ne'er even knew one another, or well I might pretend none of it happened, however he aforesaid he...he aforesaid he loves me; I do not assume he'll be so fast to pretend none of it happened. I sat on the sting of my bed and looked around my area. I absolutely was tired; I’d ought to consider this within the morning.

I climbed up to the tree house and unwearied my head on my arms, which were resting on my knees. I closed my eyes and tried to work out what I may do to avoid Andrè. I did not wish to speak to him today. I did not wish to visualize his face; I did not wish to visualize him and his shaggy hair, and his smile. I did not wish to see him or talk over with him. I did not wish to his voice mentioning my name. I did not wish something to do with him today. Andrè Stone was getting to be erased from my memory, which is all I may do. I could not love a boy. I used to be solely sixteen, and sixteen-year-olds did not fall in love.

Sure I wished love, however not right away. Unless that is what presupposed to happen to me, I am presupposed to fall dispiritedly in love with André then we go and get married after high school. I laughed at the thought, that is ridiculous and naïve. I rolled my eyes; that is not how the world things worked.

I sighed and looked out the window and saw him standing there, looking up at me. I closed my eyes and glided down. I did not wish to look at him. I did not wish to place confidence in him, and that I absolutely did not wish to speak to him. If he truly admired me, he would let me alone till I wished to speak to him.

I opened my eyes and checked out the tree house's walls. I wished to scream. No, I did not wish to scream, I needed to scream.

I closed my eyes and thought some further. I am unsure concerning when I made a decision that I’d fix the entire eagerness to scream problem by crying, however I believe it happened sometime between needed realizing that I required to scream and my brooding about Andrè, because I used to be sitting there within the tree house crying.

I despised the tree house most; I despised it thus, so much. All I ever tense doing in it absolutely was crying. Once things got rough I would come over here and cry to my heart's content. I bear in mind the primary time I made a decision to try and do this. It absolutely was after I realized my father was going away. That was once I was six years old. I would be at it for about ten years. I felt sort of a very little child whenever I did it tho', thus it ne'er extremely felt like it had been ten years past once I had started this manner of coping with things.