Love's Way

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Amanda is a teen girl who prefers solitude. From her point of view, the need for friends is unnecessary. But someone she had known since the beginning of her high school days, changes her entire perspective...

(Formerly "No Man is an Island)

Submitted: May 15, 2014

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Loneliness...is pretty sad in its own way but actually, some people see it as a form of privacy. It's also a perfect way to create a barrier around yourself, especially when you don't want anyone to intrude in your personal, fragile space.

No friendships are made, No secrets are spoken, no rumors are spread...and no pain is suffered.

?????

The world would be so much better a place if everyone could just keep to themselves. Why go through all the needless suffering? I've been doing alright without friends. What's the big deal? Were the thoughts that were racing through Amanda's head. She stroked her long, straight black hair that fell from her shoulders down to her waist. Her skin was pale as an iris and her eyes...were different. She sat at her desk, staring thoughtfully out the window. She always seemed that way; so calm, collected, and worry-free. The only little problem was that it was another one of those horrifying, cloudy days. And to top it off... I forgot to bring my umbrella. Can things get any freaking worse?! She looked around the classroom and saw the same usual garb on everybody else.

Why did mom put me up in a boarding school? I guess I'm nothing but a bother to her. Oh, well.

?????

Classes were over and she found herself walking towards the girl's dormitory without her precious umbrella.

Rain's no biggie, it's just the bothersome ailment that...

“Hey! You're gonna catch your hell of a cold! Here, come under my umbrella.” Came a rather manly voice. She turned around and saw Scott, one of the rowdiest guys from her class. She ignored his offer and walked away.

“Wait up!” He shouted, quickening his pace, holding the gray umbrella over her. She reluctantly turned her head and saw him soaking wet. She then walked slowly towards him and grabbed the umbrella from his hand.

“What are you...”

“Come under. It's raining down hard.” She replied coldly.

“Oh ...okay.”

Silence crept between them, both refusing to utter a single word to each other. Before long, they arrived at one of the girls' dorms. Scott guessed that this was probably Amanda's dorm.

“Well, err...I guess I'll be going now.”

Amanda looked him up and down. His appearance was truly pitiful. His once nicely, combed brown hair was soaked, including his uniform, and wait, wasn't that a mud stain on his left cheek?

“Wait. You want to shower?”

“Are you sure? Won't...”

“No. I reside in this dorm alone.”

“Oh, really...”

Amanda unlocked the door and stepped aside, clearly waiting for him to go in first.

“Are you coming in or not?

“Y-yeah. Thanks.”

Amanda flicked on the light switch and headed to the bathroom. Scott couldn't help but look around a bit. There was a single bed, a couch, a kitchen, and a fridge.

Amanda came out, and noticed that Scott was on the couch, reading a book.

He must have grabbed it from my shelf. It's not like I mind. “I just had to measure the water temperature. You can go in first.”

 

“Thanks.”

“Here's a towel.” She said, extending him a white one. Scott took it and smiled. He headed towards the shower and closed the door behind him. Amanda pulled out a few chips from her small pantry and sat on herself on the comfy, brown couch. But wait a minute. Oh! Maybe I should lend him a T-shirt or something. I might see myself forced to put him up here for the night. She ran towards the bathroom door and knocked.

“Yeah?”

“You can borrow a T-shirt if you want.”

“But...”

“Don't worry, it's not mine. My brother left it here.”

Why would she have her brother's T-shirt? “Uh, yeah, that's fine. Just leave it there somewhere.”

“In the bathroom?”

“No. Outside of the bathroom.”

“Okay, I'll leave it out here on the floor then.”

Minutes that seemed like long hours quickly passed, and Scott stepped out, taking notice of a large, black shirt that lay neatly folded on the floor. He sniffed the air. Was she cooking?

Smiles were silent promises of possible friendships, but Amanda risked a small one upon seeing him.

“Hey. I know you think it's weird for me to have one of my brother's T-shirts.”

“No, not really.”

“It's just that he visited a week ago, and slept over. Guess he forgot something.”

“I get it. So um, are you like an elite student?”

“Yeah.”

That explains it.

“You want some cream of mushroom?”

“Sure.”

Scott finished drying off his somewhat light and tanned skin. To think that mud had gotten on his uniform, not to mention his cute face. Ewww. He sat himself on a black cushioned bar stool and waited patiently. Amanda, as far as he knew, had always preferred solitude. That made perfect sense. Her roommates would be nothing but a bother to her.

“Here.”

An appetizing bowl of cream of mushroom was nicely set before him.

“You made this?”

“Yeah.”

“It looks really good.”

“Thanks.”

Without another word, he took a huge spoonful and brought it to his lips. He looked up and saw that Amanda was doing the same. The taste was really something. After the first bite, he practically lunged at his bowl and ate like there was no tomorrow. Amanda couldn't believe her eyes. Was her cooking really that good? She couldn't stop herself from feeling happy when Scott requested a second bowl. Within 10 seconds, he finished the second round, no questions asked. Having done that, he sat back and gave out a satisfied groan. He then noticed Amanda's surprised face.

“It was the best soup I've had in years. I swear.”

“Thanks.”

“No, seriously...I...”

Scott hadn't noticed it closely before, but something about Amanda had finally caught his eye. Both of her eyes were different colors. One was jade and the other brown.

“What are you ... staring at?”

“Nothing. Your eyes are beautiful.”

“You're the first person who's ever told me something like that. Your eyes are nice too.” She seconded, in a clumsy attempt to return the compliment.

“Thanks, but yours are really beautiful.”

Amanda felt a hot blush tint her pale cheeks. What the hell?!

“Oh...yeah. Umm...”

“You want to stay here for the night? It's still raining outside.”

“But...”

“I insist. You already troubled me with your kindness when I didn't have an umbrella. It's the least I can do for you.”

There was still a part of her that remained proud...a part that would probably never leave.

“Thanks...are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Are you okay with sleeping on the couch?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Sometime later, Amanda walked slowly from the bathroom, already in her pj's. She lowered her gaze to the couch and saw that Scott had fallen fallen sleep. I might have some spare blankets or something.

After much rummaging, she came out of her closet with some blankets. Her thin hands tried to shake Scott awake. Success.

“Need something?”

“Let...me...fix the couch for you.”

“I'll help you.”

That done, each went back to their respective beds.

?????

The thunder and lightning were so damn loud, that it jerked Scott awake from his peaceful slumber. To his surprise, Amanda had gotten up from her bed, apparently calm.

“Amanda, are you scared?”

“What are you talking about? Of course I'm not! I was thirsty, so I came to get myself a glass of carbonated water.”

“Oh...okay then.”

Another thunder was struck, and from the corner of his eye, he could see that Amanda nearly jumped out of her skin.

“You are scared.”

“No, I'm not.”

“Fine. Have a good night's rest, ” he said as he turned over; a smirk playing about his face.

“Hey Scott? Maybe you would like to...keep me a bit of company?”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Well...because...because...”

“It's just as I thought. Alright, come over to the couch.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You can sit here with me until it dies down.”

Amanda gingerly took a few steps and sat next to him.

“Hey, Amanda?”

“What?”

“Why do you like being alone?”

“Because I feel as though I can think properly.”

“You can still think properly with people around you.”

“You don't understand.”

“What don't I understand?!”

“My reasons for being alone. You don't understand anything about me.”

“Maybe I don't. But if you let me, I'm sure I can...”

“Look Scott. I've been completely fine without friends. They're nothing but a hassle.”

“No man is an island.”

“Huh?”

“You've never heard of that saying?”

“No, but I think I know what it means.”

“If you know what it means, then why don't you try and make some friends? Wait a minute, is it because of your eyes?”

Damn the blush that kept tinting her cheeks. The room was dark, except for her orange lava lamp that shone brightly.

“Partly.”

“I think they're special, Amanda. I think it's something very unique that only you and you alone have.”

“Give me a break, Scott.”

“I mean it! Don't shut yourself off from the rest world just because of that!”

“Scott, your arms...oww."

He had unconsciously grabbed both of her arms in the spur of the moment. His eyes were a soft brown, a color that Amanda knew all too well. Suddenly, she pressed her face against his ... only to fall on his lap in a deep sleep. Oddly enough, Scott felt his eyelids grow increasingly heavy ...

?????

Scott awoke at 6: 55 a.m. A sharp pain struck the back of his neck...he then realized why. He had slept in a sitting position on the couch with Amanda on his lap. For crying out loud. He tried to shake her awake.

“Amanda...”

“What?” She muttered tiredly.

“It's time for...”

“Last I checked it was Saturday.”

“Oh. It's about time I report to my dorm.”

“You want me to make you some breakfast or something?”

Sounds tempting. “No, thanks.”

“Okay then. Your clothes must have dried out by now...”

“Don't worry about it, I'll just call Brent and tell him to bring me a change of clothes.”

“Okay.” She answered kindly.

That's funny. What happened to her all of a sudden? Did she have a change of heart or something?

A funny looking blond guy wearing extremely long jeans and a dark gray shirt with an image of a skull appeared at Amanda's door.

“You go and open the door. I-I have to get dressed.”

“Okay.”

Scott turned the handle and greeted the goofy Brent who held out his clothes.

“Dude, why are you here?”

“Someone was kind enough to take me in. You know how hard it was raining last night.”

“Hey, did you get it on with her?” He teased.

“Are you an idiot? Of course not. Don't go spreading stuff around, or so help me God, I'll...”

“Okay, okay. See ya later, man.”

“See ya.”

As closed the door and made his way to the bathroom, he bumped into Amanda.

“Oh, sorry. Whoa.”

“What?”

“Your outfit looks great on you.”

“Thanks, I guess. Oh yeah.”

“What is it?”

“I called my mom and told her I'm leaving this place. Graduation's the day after tomorrow, so I'm going back to Nevada.”

“Wait, you live in Nevada?”

“Yeah.”

“Will I ever see you again?”

“Maybe, maybe not. Hurry now and get dressed. I have to practice my speech for that day.”

“I should be doing the same thing. Well, good luck...and goodbye.”

“Same to you.”

 ?????

On his way to the boy's dorm, Scott couldn't help but feel a bit upset, and maybe along the lines, sad. He had known Amanda ever since she had first entered the boarding school. Three years had they been stuck together in the same class. Three whole years. During that time, he had developed a crush on her, a crush that in time had turned into a one sided love. Now she was leaving...and he would probably never see her again. Could his confession keep her from going back?

 ?????

Graduation day. The day he had dreaded the most arrived too fast. Amanda gave out a really good speech for her graduation, one that left everyone astonished. They all clapped for her, including Scott. His speech wasn't nearly as good, but he tried his best to express words of sincerity. Amanda was touched to tears, but left in the middle of his speech, leaving him confused.

 ?????

“Amanda! You're leaving already?!”

“Yes. My plane's leaving in just a few minutes.”

“Why did you leave during my speech?”

“Because...because...I had a plane to catch.”

“Liar,” Scott whispered, finally mustering the sufficient courage he had lacked for so long and kissed her on the lips. Her eyes remained open.

“What...what was that for?”

“I want you to stay here in Washington with me. I know that I've never expressed my true feelings for you,but I would like you to become my wife."

Amanda covered her mouth in shock, tears running down her cheeks.

“Give me some time to think about it.”

“You're sure you'll think about it?”

“Yes. Look, I've gotta go, otherwise I'm gonna miss my plane.”

“Okay. You won't forget me?”

“No. Goodbye, Scott.”

“Goodbye...”

 

Six years later.

 

A tall, gorgeous woman with that long, silky black hair sauntered through the rainy streets of Washington with a large purple umbrella. She seemed to be looking for someone...someone she had promised all those years ago a possible marriage, but it had been so long. She was too nervous to ask for his phone number. What a horrible mistake that was. Besides, how would she be able to recognize him? As if on cue, a very tall, handsome looking man in a gray business suit was completely soaked from head to toe. His once nicely combed brown hair was a revolting mess. The helpless woman who had been standing by the side of the road, hurried to his aid with the large umbrella and held it over his head, unaware that she herself was getting wet. He smiled warmly as he took the umbrella softly from her hands and held it instead, beckoning her to  join him under it. Taken aback by his kindness, she gave him a business card.

The name he had thought about for so long read on the business card: Amanda Miller.

He quickly browsed through the rest of the card and found her phone number and occupation, but it was the name that had drawn his attention. Amanda could see the sheer look of disbelief in his soft, brown eyes and took his hand gently into hers. This was her answer to his proposal...an answer that did not require so many words.

 

The End.


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