I Thought So.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story of a 15 year old girl meeting the worst regret of her life.

Submitted: June 11, 2011

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It was summer of 2010, I was so glad school was out! On that day, I had no idea my parents and I were going to a friend's get-together. They were new friends and we were going to meet them along with our other friends, of course, these 'friends' weren't any age below 20. We frequently went to a friend's party to celebrate and in about a year, there were about at least 15 parties. Well, we went to small town 80 miles away from here.

Mrs C. (parent's friends) had a son and he's about a year older than I was, I was going to be a freshman and he was a sophomore. We never really talked at the party that day and that night, I logged on to Facebook. "Hmm. I'll accept your friend request." I had no idea why he would want to add me, although I only saw him once at the party. After I added him, he was online. I decided to talk to him, to get to know him better. As I recall, I remember saying the first thing, " Hey, aren't you that kid with the glasses?" "Yeah, that's a good way to describe me! Haha" The conversation went on from there. We talked almost everyday and it seems like he said that there's something 'interesting' about me. Unfortunately, he never found out what it was. He seemed like the nicest guy ever and a hilarious one. We talked to about 3 weeks, and everything started deteriorate. But before that, we had plenty of good times.

6 months has passed now and I feel completely opposite of what I used to feel. I feel like I want him dead right now, but at the same time, I feel like I want him back. Explaining the feeling is too difficult. I remember that conversation that we had about having a dream about each other. He dreamt that him and I were dating, which was good. But the next day, I dreamt something different about him. We were in a big, white room. Everything was silent. We never talked at all, our faces showed that we didn't want to be near each other. I told him about this and he didn't take it seriously. The days passed as normal and everything started to deteriorate like I said before.

Smileys turned into full stops.(...) Laughter turned into straight faces. Hours turned into minutes and likeness turned into hatred. The last day I ever talked to him, the last thing I said was, "So, this is how it's going to be. Fine." I knew I had to make the right decision. But if he ever came around again, my doors are open for him. I never said I never want to see, talk or hear you again.

All I ever wanted to know was why you became like this...


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