Young Love Hurts

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young man falls in love. Not all stories end happily. Not all stories end, for that matter.

Submitted: April 03, 2016

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Michael was hurt, and a band-aid just wouldn’t do the trick. It had been about two weeks since he told Mercy his feelings, and she still didn’t like him. Not that that was a surprise. He still had the four notes that she had left on his desk during class. The one saying she just wanted to be friends, the one saying that it might happen in the future, the one restating that she just wanted to be friends, (he had attempted to ask again, it was a dumb idea, he had regretted that note when he got it back, he had thought she was slipping through his fingers, and she was, but it was the wrong way to save it.) And the final one, simply saying no, when he had asked if she was ignoring him. He read each of them every night. And each night, he grew near tears, and had to go to his bed, where there lay on an excellent shoulder to cry on, that also held his head each night. He was very lucky no one had yet to walk in on his crying, he did not want to explain what he was going through, although, truly, that was exactly what he wanted. Above all, he wanted to do it with her. But that was, clearly, not an option. So he lived each day. He cried each day. And each day, he saw her in his classes, and was completely rendered unable of focus. He was used to being an A student, but he was becoming worried. She was always the only other person who answered questions that, sometimes, even he didn’t remember. Though He’d never admit that, and risk sacrificing 4 years of work, convincing everyone he was so smart he could answer any question, but didn’t always feel like it. It was an excellent way of keeping the questions away. Occasionally, he would answer a question, and use as impressive an answer as possible to maintain that illusion, but it was just that, an illusion. Then he met her, and it screwed up all his plans. He enjoyed arguing, which sounds worse than it is, He simply takes pleasure in proving a point to someone less informed, when he knew he was correct. As such, he was naturally attracted to law. He was perfectly fine with growing up alone, and becoming a boring, but rich and successful, lawyer, at his own law firm. Then he just had to go and fall in love. At first, they were regular classes, he preferred on-level classes, (people expected less of you, easier to maintain the illusion) But he rather liked his teachers, and he had helped a few kids in previous years with projects and such, and they were in his classes, so he was glad to have some semblance of friends. He had never been interested girls, and the beginning of the year was no different. He had always observed from afar, never speaking, unless necessary for some group project. Some were kind, some were less than so, and he always remembered how they treated him, and that alone. He knew there were other guys getting girlfriends, and that hadn’t surprised him in the slightest. He knew exactly who was dating who, and it was exactly the people that he had predicted. The “jocks” and the “popular” or “pretty” girls. The relationships never lasted long, and It was almost always the guys fault for it, Because Michael knew that unless a guy actually spent time thinking, (it happens less than often to some) They inevitably messed something up. He also knew there were plenty of people like this in the world. How else would there be so many gift cards that read "I'm sorry I forgot about our anniversary." Michael knew a lot of things. But he was never able to talk to anybody about them. No one took him seriously. Then he went into that class one day. She was sitting there, he didn't think much of her then, she was just someone else who answered the questions in that class. Though, she was (and is) pretty. Michael wasn't exactly a handsome man. Not that he was ugly, but he wasn't beating anyone in a beauty contest (not that he'd enter). She only seemed to talk, and laugh, with friends. most did, Michael didn't have many to talk too in class, part of the reason he never had focusing problems before. Though he was good at making dry humored jokes, not many people got them. One day, Michael could not now remember the day, He made one of these jokes, and she laughed. She was the only one. That was the first moment he loved her. No one else had laughed and as he smiled and blushed looking at her, he saw other confused faces around the classroom. Something about the teachers face told him that he understood, but he was not laughing, only smiling. He appeared to be the only other person who understood. thereafter, Michael made continual efforts to impress her, and they became "sorta" friends. He began to see strange signs about himself, He constantly thought about her, and felt a strange pain in his lower abdomen when doing so. he took some stomach pain-killers, and they ended up being past expiration date, and made him more sick. He missed three days of school. before then, he did not understand what had been happening. He had thought that he was just thinking about school, as he usually did. But on the second day, he realized that it was only her that appeared in his thoughts, and it was always that day, when he first heard her wonderful laugh, that he flashed back too. He realized that his thoughts had been drifting to her too, many times in the recent time period. He wouldn't play video games. He was marking his calendar with M's, much to his younger brothers confusion, he couldn't remember his church lesson, or his math lesson, or his. . . . what was that class again? Even as He recalled this, her laugh played a broken record in his sad mind. So he made a resolution. after class when he got back, he would leave a note in her locker, after checking which locker number she went to after class. So he did. Twice. Then he waited, to see if she would act different. He had not left his name on the notes, as he had wanted her to ask him. He had even practiced a smile for when he said "yes." But her demeanor didn't change. He waited a week. Then a thought occurred to him, what if she thought it was someone else? He became panicked, after only an hour. What if she asked some other guy? What if he was a jerk and said "yes" because he liked her too? What if she started to like him too? The last question made Michael burn with anticipation for the next day, so he could give her a note, revealing his identity. He did exactly that, and they talked back and forth, by reading. He explained that he really liked her, she was busy with volleyball, and school, and just wanted to friends. Then she said that maybe she might consider him in the future. This crushed Michael, who understood enough psychology to know that this was her way of telling him that she did not like him, and would never want to date him. Because she was just the type of kind person who wouldn't tell him she didn't like him. All the horrible thoughts that had come to Michael when he finally realized his affection, of him being below her standards, of him not being the right type of person, of her wanting someone better, of her, liking someone else? He hated to think on these things, but they were all that came to mind, and in his distraught state, nothing else was distracting him. At this point, he could not even look at her, without causing pain so intense in his head and stomach, that he needed to head to the restroom immediately. Two days went by, and the intense pain continued, every time he looked at her, undiminished. He had to do something, but what?


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