He was hot! I mean cute no sexy. His smile was the cutest smile I’ve ever seen. His hair style was the way I like it on guys, you know the Asian hair do with the spikes. He had a dimple or 2 that made him even cuter. His eyes were the best feature. It made you want to keep looking at him and never part. The more I kept looking at the picture the more I blushed. This was the man I had fallen in love with. The man that I was determined to know that I was the girl who chatted with him online.
“Just a few more weeks till I get to meet Jamesy!” I giggled.
*Jame’s (Jamesy) P.O.V*
A few minutes after my mother died the paramedics finally came. My aunt came in crying and saw me sitting down beside her sister’s dead body. She began to cry even more when the paramedics told her that her sister had died from lung failure. I just sat there replaying what had happened over and over again.
Last Day of Summer Vacation
After mothers funeral I moved in with my aunt. I colored my hair blond and got an ear pierce. I locked myself away from the entire world and lay on my bed. I didn’t feel like talking, I didn’t feel like going to school and I didn’t feel like living. What was the point? Both of my parents left me here alone.
Knock, knock
“James. Darling. Be ready in half an hour, we’re going to have an important talk.” I got up from my bed and headed to the washroom. Man did I look dead. My hair was a mess, I had bags under my eyes and to top it off I smelled. I wasn’t myself, I could tell, it felt like my mother took some part of me with her.
*Elizabeth’s (El) P.O.V*
I waited and waited for him to get back online. He never did get back. I was left staring at the computer for the rest of the day. I waited till the very last day of summer vacation but still no answer. I sent him tons of messages but still no answer. Did he hate me or something? Did he block me? Was I really that annoying that I made him not like me? These questions continued to fill me head over and over again. I cried most of the time waiting for his reply. I wanted to talk to him, I wanted to hear his reply but all I had was his picture in my hand.
Knock, knock
“El, let me in or I’ll break this door. I know you’re in there so open up!” It was my best friend Stephenie. She lived a few houses down. I meet her at a party. She was into the same things as me but she hated antique dolls. I wiped away my tears and opened the door. If I didn’t for sure she would break down my door.
“Oh El are you okay?” She led me to my bed and sat down. We only knew each other for a few weeks but she was my other half. She knew what I was thinking and I knew what she was thinking.
“Yeah, I’m fine Steph. So why are you here anyway?” I tried to make my voice cheerful so she wouldn’t know something was wrong. She eyed me suspiciously and I knew she figured it out.
“Don’t you dare try that on me! I know you better than your own mom for heaven sakes. We only meet each other in July and I know everything about you! So spill it or we’re going to break up!” I couldn’t win against her. She knew that I hate losing a friend more than anything else.
“I fell in love,” her mouth dropped open. Nothing came out. She seemed hurt that I didn’t tell her anything. It was silent until she broke it.
“Okay. That was a huge bomb in my face. So who’s the guy?” I lifted up Jamesy’s picture and showed her.
*Stephenie’s (Steph) P.O.V*
I knew her better than anyone else. She was my best friend who knew me better than my own mother. But it hurt when she tried to lie to me. She lifted up a picture and I knew who it was. He lived 2 houses down from mine and his mother just died. He used to be a good friend of mine.
“James Witherstiens!” I pointed at the picture. El look at me surprised from the sudden out burst.
“Um I don’t know if that’s his last name but I know he goes to the same high school we’re going to.” She started to blush and she looked like a tomato. Everybody knew James Witherstiens. Anybody who was a no body even knew who he was; he was famous after all he was all they talk about in the pack.
“That’s James Witherstiens. He lives to houses down from mine. We use to be good friends and his mother just died 2 weeks ago.”
*James (Jamesy) P.O.V*
When I got out of my room my aunt had some company. There was man who might be in his 60s and a bunch of guys around my age with 4 girls. Great so this was the so called important talk. The guys kept eyeing me, the girls look frightened and I growled. Wait, why the hell did I growl?
“What the heck! Why are people here? I thought you wanted to talk to me!” Everyone stared at me in shock. All of the guys except the man in his 60s stood up growling at me. They look ready to pounce on me at any moment.
