Perfect World
mmmk so i read this VAM fic about Ville dying and Bam slitting his wrists...and i had an inspiration. this isn't about Vam or anyone else..its a personal one. soooo here ya go.
Tears ran the eyeliner from my eyes as they poured. My teacher and friends were worried about me: they knew I had been commited once before, and was scared I'd go emo. I had a right to. He wouldn't even talk to me.
He was Scott Anthony Bias.
The boy of my dreams.
The one I had, but lost when he broke the news to me; he was moving back to Texas. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but prayed that it would be later. I broke us up, of course. I had tried the long-distance relationships, but found I couldn't take them. He knew this too. He wanted to stay together, but I didn't want to hear it.
He shouldn't be worth my tears.
He was due to leave in a week. I vowed to make his life a living hell. With his help. He knew I still needed him. And that I would never hurt him. I loved playing around with him. He even encouraged it.
Ok, so I stole his hoodie and put it in the girls bathroom. And stole his bookbag. But he was the dipshit who kicked it and busted his toe. I felt so bad about that. I had tried to apologize: usually, he laughed it off when I picked on him. But this time, he shook with anger. He wouldn't even listen to my pleas of apology.
I had followed him to his english class, stepping infront of him as he walked to talk. He wouldn't hear of it. He looked at me in a poisonis way and turned away. I groaned and threw my hands up in defeat. Turning away in the opposite direction to my locker, he didn't hear my groans of frustration and my tears of sadness. He always forgave me in the end. But this time I doubt he would.
I arrived at my locker, kicking Rick out of my way. I shoved my hand against my locker, turning the lock. Amy walked up behind me and hugged my waist.
"Sorry babe, just need to get my locker." I nodded, trying to ge mine to open. When it refused, I groaned and punched the yellow metal. A shocked gasp came from upperclassman,but, after many weeks of this attitude, I had become accustomed to them. Apparently, so had Amy and Rick. Amy's hand went for my shoulder as I tried my locker again and opened it. I ripped out my gym bag for fourth period and slammed the door shut, ignoring the disapproving looks from the teachers. I stalked off to my third period, completly ignoring the instructor and fellow students as if they were made of glass. I sat in my seat, immediately opening my notebook and removing a piece of paper.
He always read my notes, no matter how pissed he was at me. He kept alot of the things I gave him while we were dating and before: simple drawings of hearts with his name in it, a simple I Love You note. The cd I made him.I had kept the corsage he gave me at homecoming and pictures of us were adorning my walls at home. I copied a poem I wrote him, and added a detailed apology. Amy just looked over at me a few times from her seat on the opposite side of the room, worried. A single tear escaped my eyes.
After third period, I walked back to my locker to wait for Liz and Taylor. They shared the same english class with Penguin, and usually walked with him to fourth. I, walking with Taylor to gym, accompinied them. Today, Taylor stopped at my locker before the others, stealing her gym bag from my lockeer. I saw Scott and hurriedly shoved my note into his palm. Off to gym.
After school, I awaited Liz and Fritter to say goodbye. He always gave hugs or ignored us. Today, he gave the others hugs and smiled at me. Fritter and I walked to our busses. She slipped me a notebook, in which she had wrote about how she didn't want him to leave either and how she had told his older brother about him kicking the bag. I giggled as I read it on the bus. My mind wandered to better times of us. Homecoming. Our first date. The day me and Kayla broke up. How he allowed me to cry on his shoulder. To steal his paper to write stupid things on.
{Rai}
Loves
-Scott-
More!!!
I stashed it in his history binder afterwards. I looked through his binder, finding it in the front two weeks later.
A silent tear escaped my makeup surrounded eyes. No one even noticed.
How is it the boy with the black hair and light blue eyes could affect me like this?
No man is worth my tears.
...
...
...
Except him.
yea this is us at homecoming....he was the first guy to ever see me in a dress.
basically, this was what happened today. really. this was no fiction. it was pure nonfiction. nothing has been changed- i used original names. and that is scott's real name. everybody in this is who they are. Fritter= Becca Fritter. Taylor= Taylor.
Tears ran the eyeliner from my eyes as they poured. My teacher and friends were worried about me: they knew I had been commited once before, and was scared I'd go emo. I had a right to. He wouldn't even talk to me.
He was Scott Anthony Bias.
The boy of my dreams.
The one I had, but lost when he broke the news to me; he was moving back to Texas. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but prayed that it would be later. I broke us up, of course. I had tried the long-distance relationships, but found I couldn't take them. He knew this too. He wanted to stay together, but I didn't want to hear it.
He shouldn't be worth my tears.
He was due to leave in a week. I vowed to make his life a living hell. With his help. He knew I still needed him. And that I would never hurt him. I loved playing around with him. He even encouraged it.
Ok, so I stole his hoodie and put it in the girls bathroom. And stole his bookbag. But he was the dipshit who kicked it and busted his toe. I felt so bad about that. I had tried to apologize: usually, he laughed it off when I picked on him. But this time, he shook with anger. He wouldn't even listen to my pleas of apology.
I had followed him to his english class, stepping infront of him as he walked to talk. He wouldn't hear of it. He looked at me in a poisonis way and turned away. I groaned and threw my hands up in defeat. Turning away in the opposite direction to my locker, he didn't hear my groans of frustration and my tears of sadness. He always forgave me in the end. But this time I doubt he would.
I arrived at my locker, kicking Rick out of my way. I shoved my hand against my locker, turning the lock. Amy walked up behind me and hugged my waist.
"Sorry babe, just need to get my locker." I nodded, trying to ge mine to open. When it refused, I groaned and punched the yellow metal. A shocked gasp came from upperclassman,but, after many weeks of this attitude, I had become accustomed to them. Apparently, so had Amy and Rick. Amy's hand went for my shoulder as I tried my locker again and opened it. I ripped out my gym bag for fourth period and slammed the door shut, ignoring the disapproving looks from the teachers. I stalked off to my third period, completly ignoring the instructor and fellow students as if they were made of glass. I sat in my seat, immediately opening my notebook and removing a piece of paper.
He always read my notes, no matter how pissed he was at me. He kept alot of the things I gave him while we were dating and before: simple drawings of hearts with his name in it, a simple I Love You note. The cd I made him.I had kept the corsage he gave me at homecoming and pictures of us were adorning my walls at home. I copied a poem I wrote him, and added a detailed apology. Amy just looked over at me a few times from her seat on the opposite side of the room, worried. A single tear escaped my eyes.
After third period, I walked back to my locker to wait for Liz and Taylor. They shared the same english class with Penguin, and usually walked with him to fourth. I, walking with Taylor to gym, accompinied them. Today, Taylor stopped at my locker before the others, stealing her gym bag from my lockeer. I saw Scott and hurriedly shoved my note into his palm. Off to gym.
After school, I awaited Liz and Fritter to say goodbye. He always gave hugs or ignored us. Today, he gave the others hugs and smiled at me. Fritter and I walked to our busses. She slipped me a notebook, in which she had wrote about how she didn't want him to leave either and how she had told his older brother about him kicking the bag. I giggled as I read it on the bus. My mind wandered to better times of us. Homecoming. Our first date. The day me and Kayla broke up. How he allowed me to cry on his shoulder. To steal his paper to write stupid things on.
{Rai}
Loves
-Scott-
More!!!
I stashed it in his history binder afterwards. I looked through his binder, finding it in the front two weeks later.
A silent tear escaped my makeup surrounded eyes. No one even noticed.
How is it the boy with the black hair and light blue eyes could affect me like this?
No man is worth my tears.
...
...
...
Except him.
yea this is us at homecoming....he was the first guy to ever see me in a dress.
basically, this was what happened today. really. this was no fiction. it was pure nonfiction. nothing has been changed- i used original names. and that is scott's real name. everybody in this is who they are. Fritter= Becca Fritter. Taylor= Taylor.