Misheard, Misued, MistakesA Story by A. V. MadisonAn event that happened in my life. Nonfiction."I'll call you tonight, okay?" He words had barely left his lips before I nodded. "Yeah. I'll have my phone on ringer." He smiled that smile that was always hard to resist. The one when he lifted the right corner of his mouth up just a little- just something that could suffice as a grin. Maybe it was just anxiety, watching me go. Perhaps he thought a goodbye wasn't enough. I never had the courage to ask him. I never had the courage for a lot of things. "You liar," He chuckled, shaking his head to the left to get the curly brown locks out of his eyes. His sapphire blue eyes. "How am I a liar?" I chuckled along with him, placeing my arms on top of his shoulders. He stood about six inches taller than me, but when I stood tip-toe I could put my arms there. "Because you always have your phone on silent." I thought back to those many times he'd reached in my back pocket and took my phone, just to go through my texts to see if I was talking about him. Which I always was. "I'm scared you know that." I smiled. I glanced down at my Converses, remembering how all of my friends thought him and I were over- and we weren't. I could hear my mom shouting my name from down the street, and I quickly recoiled my arms, remembering their rule about boys. "I should go." I went over and picked up my phone from the sidewalk. "See ya." He started walking towards his house.
I wasn't at home more than an hour before I realized I had left my keychain at his house. I got my sandals on and started jogging back over to his house. I started to cut across the lawn, like I did every time I visited his house. I happen to glance in his window, just to make sure he was there. A girl was sitting on his lap, kissing him. My heart plunged to the ground. "Coray..." I whispered as I began to cry. I turned around and starting sprinting back to my house, "You can have the keychain..." I whimpered as I went into full-blown bawling.
I vowed that he could never have my heart again. © 2012 A. V. MadisonReviews
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5 Reviews Added on July 15, 2012 Last Updated on July 15, 2012 Tags: nonfiction, cheating, love and loss, anger, sadness, depression, her, break up AuthorA. V. MadisonOnly a Kid, But Hard To Scare, CAAboutI'm Maddie. Clumsy. Short-tempered. Quite an oddball. Sort of silly. I make big plans then never do them. I have a fascination with tiny lights. I have atelophobia and OCD. I am the definition.. more..Writing
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