Day 12 Love Part 2

A Story by kbjami

This is the result and the sad part of the story. Again this is the English class version. I might rewrite it to more of how I really wanted it.

Prologue to Part 2

You, the reader, have just finished part 1 of this story. If you want to keep this story a happy ending then I strongly suggest that you don’t read any further, but if you want to know the real outcome then continue reading.

Part 2

Day 2

I woke up and was feeling very happy from the night before. Then a thought came to my head, ‘When should I text her’?

I started texting some friends for advice. One friend urged me to do it now and so I did. It was a simple text. ‘Hey, it’s Bradley.’

Some time went by and no reply. It worried me and I kept playing the night through my head. I kept thinking of different things that could happen like maybe she lost her phone or maybe she was still sleeping.

4 hours passed since the original text and I decided to send her another message. ‘Do anything else for your birthday’? I figured it was decent enough, yet no reply from her.

Day 3

It was Monday so I had to go back to school. I asked some friends for advice on what to do and a lot of them told me to wait til tomorrow to try again. I decided that was probably best. Too bad I couldn’t just talk to her since I never see her in the halls.

Day 4

After school I sent her another message. ‘Hey, it’s Bradley.’

I never got a reply and this really started to worry me. I texted a friend of mine and told him about homecoming and how she hasn’t replied . . .

It’s about 9PM and suddenly I get a text from my same friend about how he was sitting next to her brother, Alex, at driver’s education and how Alex started talking to my friend about me dancing with Linda. He wasn’t mad though. I then found out that Linda thought I was awesome, but Alex showed her some of my damn Youtube videos.

I have to explain. I use to make videos back when I was a freshman and I came to hate a lot of them, but I didn’t delete them to keep people happy. The character in the videos is just an act and not how I really am. I just used the same name as like how Stephen Colbert isn’t really how he is on his show. It’s all an act, but she found them weird and it creep her out.

How can one even explain this? It kills me just to think that something that isn’t me is ruining something special.

Day 5

I was pretty depressed about it and it was all I could think of. I tried asking friends about what to do and a lot kept saying call her, but I can’t talk on the phone. Talking on the phone always makes me nervous. . .

Later that day I sent her 2 messages trying my best to explain everything. About how the videos are not really me and if she had any questions I would try my best to answer them. Never got a reply . . .

Day 12

It has been a week since I even tried anything to reach her. It was a very depressing week too, but about 4PM I decided to get over my fears and to actually call her.

I honestly wasn’t expecting her to answer it, but she did and it shocked me a little bit. She said, “Hello.”

I replied nervously, “Hey, it’s Bradley. Remember me? We danced at homecoming.”

She said in a nervous like tone, “Yes I remember you.”

“Well I heard that you saw some of my videos. I just wanted to explain that I’m not really like that and it’s all just an act.”

“Yeah, but that’s not it . . . I’m not looking for a relationship.”

I was very confused at this point because I wondered ‘When did I say anything about a relationship?’ I was just so surprised so I said, “I’m not looking for one either, but I just wanted to explain about the videos. Do get what I’m saying about how it’s fake?”

She said, “Yeah, but I’m just not looking for a relationship.”

I couldn’t believe she said that again. We only talked for about another minute and I said, “See ya around I guess” and that was it. I never talked to her again. All I could think was, ‘Why did you give me you number then?’

Part 2 end

Conclusion

A few days later after this I find out from some of my friends, who have classes with her, talked to her about me and it turns out that she found me weird cause of the videos and how it’s creepy of me for even calling her.

How sad. How sad it is that such a beautiful night would turn into a tragedy later on. How sad it is that my shots of maybe having a relationship with someone was destroyed instantly all because of a character I played when I was a freshman. It’s a little ironic too because one of my favorite quotes ever is “I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not” (Kurt Cobain). Yet I was possibly loved for who I am, but now I’m hated for who I’m not.

Well I’m still young and maybe I’ll find love where the story ends like how “Day 11 Love” ends.

“. . . There was no need to talk,

We just started to walk,

And we danced and we danced and we danced . . .”