P.O.V. of "Devin"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Started wondering what he was thinking, so I created some characters based of me and and him. At least, I WISH this was how he felt... He won't really tell me. Names changed. Not actual events.

Submitted: May 29, 2011

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“And he did nothing! He just stood there and let me cry.” Carmi wailed. She stalked over to the faded old couch, stomping her feet. She even punched a pillow a few times for good measure, then once satisfied, flopped on to the couch, stirring up dust in her wake. We both silently blamed the wateriness of her eyes on this. The silence stretched on for a moment, until Camri added, frustrated. “I hate Noah Simmons.”

If only she knew, I thought achingly, how I felt.

I looked around the basement for an inspiration, from what I can't imagine. The continence of my basement was not much more than the faded denim couch, the half-demolished Lay Z-boy chair I now occupied, along with the more recent additions of sleeping-bags, mini-frigde, and microwave for when I decided to camp out down here. Of course, there was the table missing a leg, instead being propped up with old, unread hardbacks; and on top of that, my laptop, open to my facebook from the night before.

My name is Devin. I'm a 14 year old guy in the 8th grade who's best friend is 14 and a 9th grade girl. Her name is Carmela, or Carmi for short.

I like Carmi, and she likes me back, but she has a boyfriend, who we all know she's meant to be with but won't admit it to herself. Her parents are devoiced, and her older sister is jealous of her and she's always making things hard for her at home. Last week their nice, but small, condo caught fire so she, her sister, and her mother are sleeping on couches at their grandparent's house not far from mine... Her family there isn't very approving of me, and they don't even know me, yet.

I think Carmi is popular and well liked, I mean, what's not to like? She disagrees, and says I'm the popular one. I'm not going to argue, cause I don't want to fight. From what she's told me, her life has been stressful, and feels like it's steadily getting worse. I reminder her that's what friends are here for. She promise to return the favor. She never makes promises, usually. I can tell that Carmi really tries not to worry me. I keep her smiling and be there for her, though. She always returns the favor when I'm down or need someone to talk too.

Me? Like I said, I'm a 14 year old dude. I'm just trying to get over the most amazing girl ever, who I got soo close to dating. I've been asked out before, but I've never actually asked a girl out before. I wait too long or chicken out... that's how I missed my chance with Carmi. I'm not even in high shool yet. I can't wait, though. I'll be with Carmi more. Even if every says high school isn't all it's cracked up to be.... things'll get better eventually, right?


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