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This doesn't even deserve an audience. So don't read.

 

“I love you.” he said. I didn’t answer.

           

He gave me one last hug, then left my room.

 

“S**t.” I muttered. I had just ruined that. Completely. Why did I have to be such an idiot all the time? Jason had just proclaimed his love to me, and I didn’t answer.

 

I looked at my ceiling covered with pictures of him and I.

 

I need to get out of this house.

 

I put a fiver in my jeans pocket, grabbed my favourite pink sweatshirt, ran down the stairs. Before I could go outside, my mom stopped me.

 

“Jane!”

 

I turned around and gave her my most hormonal-teenager-annoyed stare. “What?”

 

“Where are you going?” she asked, ever so innocently.

 

“Out.”

 

“Out where?”

 

“For a walk.”

 

“How long will you be?”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

“Could I get an estimation?”

 

“An hour.”

 

“Okay, take your cellphone.”

 

“Sure thing.” I ran out the door before she could stop me again.

 

In fact, I ran all the way to the corner.

 

I ran four more blocks.

 

I ran.

 

Where was I running?

 

Jason.

 

I caught him just before he turned onto his street. His face was moist, probably with tears. I gave him a hug. He still wasn’t smiling.

 

“Boy, you’re a slow walker.” I said.

 

“Yeah, I guess so.” he replied.

 

“Look, in the time I was running over here, I had a chance to think. And, the only reason I didn’t answer you right away was because…”

 

“Because what?”

 

“Because I was…” I looked into his eyes.

 

“I was scared.” he pulled me into his chest, and I let it all out. I cried for us, I cried for my mom, I cried for my dad, I cried to children in Africa. 

 

I cried.

 

“I love you too.” I whispered into his ear.

 

He took my hand and led me into his house.

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I disagree that this "doesn't deserve an audience." As written from the perspective of a teenager, it's wonderful. It has an honesty and an innocence about it that makes it very appealing.