Love stops when the rain does, chapter 2
I cant take it anymore.
I've been sulking in my room for the past week. Skipping school and deleting the messages they left asking where I was. Who gives a fuck anyway? It's the last week of school and I took all my exams. And why would I go to that shit hole of a place they call an education center?
It was daytime jail
But I can't sulk my whole life over someone who's 20 years older then me. I mean, that's just sad. But then again, so is my whole love life. In my 14 years of existence on this planet, I have never even kissed a guy? Only a few times on the cheek. Unless you count Kyle, but he's my best gay friend.
And no guy has ever even liked me. I've had one boyfriend, and he was using me to get back at his ex, so that lasted a day, but he asked me to be his girlfriend so that counts as boyfriend/girlfriend. Then there was one with the nerdiest guy in the whole school district, and I hadn't agreed to it either. So when I saw him at school I told him that we were never going out. So that was like, 2 hours?
[u]I feel so alone[/u]
Out of all my friends, I'm the only one who hasn't been kissed, and I'm afraid to tell them. Just last Friday they were laughing at Kyle's twin brother that he's never made out before. So how would they react to me?
But getting back on track, I was bored to tears. I couldn't do anything productive. It was torture. So I decided to check my e-mail, a thing a rarely do. And I had one new message.
"Probably more spam mail." I sighed.
I looked at who the sender was and I was in a completely different world. I was full of joy. One of my guy friends had e-mailed me. He's best friends with that guy I wont stfu about.
I quickly clicked on the hyperlink and read the message eagerly
Rage,
I wanted to know if you where alright and everything. I heard what happened with you and "you know who" just today no one tells me these things anymore. So I just wanted to check up on you, cuz I noe how you feel and all. And I just wanted you to know that I'm always here if you want to talk and I'll always listen to you. And if you want, I can come over right now and you can beat the shit out of me to release any anger you have. You're the only girl that I talk to consistently and love to death.
With all his heart, Love
P.S: I'm coming to you're house right now
I laughed as I read the last part. He cared so much about me. He was my best guy friend which Kyle was jealous of. He was always there for me when I needed him most. And, I know what you were or still are, 'What crackpot mother would name their kids Rage or Love?' Well, I have not met that woman yet. There like, pen names. So that if anyone read our mail, they wouldn't know who all the personal details where coming from. But we have those names for a reason. Are you familiar with the song, Jesus of Suburbia, by Green Day? I'm sure you've heard it. Or at least a part of it. Well, you know the first line, 'I'm the son of Rage and Love'? Well, Love and me were being our stupid selves; when we decided that when I was legal, we were gunna have a little boy. And it turned into this whole hilarious prank. At my parents 4th of July BBQ, we announced that we were secretly married illegally and I was pregnant with a baby boy. And after that, there was a 5 second silence, before my whole family rushed over to us to either congratulate us or whack Love over the head for doing something so stupid. It wasn't until Thanksgiving that we told them it was all a joke. They were so pissed at us but relived that it wasn't true.
"Jasmine, Tre's here," My mom yelled from the door. I smiled and ran out to the front door and greeted him with a huge hug.
"Aww. You two would make such a cute couple!" My younger sister, Avery said from the top of the stairs.
"Avery, stop acting like a middle school kid! Enjoy you innocent childhood while you can," I said.
"But it's true!" she insisted. "You look happy around him and you look like cute married people," she said, smiling sweetly. I laughed.
"Avery, we're really good friends. That's all," I said to her. She pouted then ran to her room, which we both happen to share.
"Shall we go, my lady?" Tre said, being the gentleman he is. The fucking media made him into this sex-obsessed creepy yet alluring guy. But for real, he was one of the sweetest and strangely enough, shiest guys I have ever met. He was the best guy and any girl that would be lucky to have him. He was so sensitive and understanding. But he was also funny, but not in a perverted way. He was fun loving and was just high off of life.
"Be back for dinner honey," my mom said.
"Don't worry mom, I will," I said, closing the door behind me.
"Wanna go to the park?" he asked me.
"Yea," I said, confused by this.
He hates going to the park...
I've been sulking in my room for the past week. Skipping school and deleting the messages they left asking where I was. Who gives a fuck anyway? It's the last week of school and I took all my exams. And why would I go to that shit hole of a place they call an education center?
It was daytime jail
But I can't sulk my whole life over someone who's 20 years older then me. I mean, that's just sad. But then again, so is my whole love life. In my 14 years of existence on this planet, I have never even kissed a guy? Only a few times on the cheek. Unless you count Kyle, but he's my best gay friend.
And no guy has ever even liked me. I've had one boyfriend, and he was using me to get back at his ex, so that lasted a day, but he asked me to be his girlfriend so that counts as boyfriend/girlfriend. Then there was one with the nerdiest guy in the whole school district, and I hadn't agreed to it either. So when I saw him at school I told him that we were never going out. So that was like, 2 hours?
[u]I feel so alone[/u]
Out of all my friends, I'm the only one who hasn't been kissed, and I'm afraid to tell them. Just last Friday they were laughing at Kyle's twin brother that he's never made out before. So how would they react to me?
But getting back on track, I was bored to tears. I couldn't do anything productive. It was torture. So I decided to check my e-mail, a thing a rarely do. And I had one new message.
"Probably more spam mail." I sighed.
I looked at who the sender was and I was in a completely different world. I was full of joy. One of my guy friends had e-mailed me. He's best friends with that guy I wont stfu about.
I quickly clicked on the hyperlink and read the message eagerly
Rage,
I wanted to know if you where alright and everything. I heard what happened with you and "you know who" just today no one tells me these things anymore. So I just wanted to check up on you, cuz I noe how you feel and all. And I just wanted you to know that I'm always here if you want to talk and I'll always listen to you. And if you want, I can come over right now and you can beat the shit out of me to release any anger you have. You're the only girl that I talk to consistently and love to death.
With all his heart, Love
P.S: I'm coming to you're house right now
I laughed as I read the last part. He cared so much about me. He was my best guy friend which Kyle was jealous of. He was always there for me when I needed him most. And, I know what you were or still are, 'What crackpot mother would name their kids Rage or Love?' Well, I have not met that woman yet. There like, pen names. So that if anyone read our mail, they wouldn't know who all the personal details where coming from. But we have those names for a reason. Are you familiar with the song, Jesus of Suburbia, by Green Day? I'm sure you've heard it. Or at least a part of it. Well, you know the first line, 'I'm the son of Rage and Love'? Well, Love and me were being our stupid selves; when we decided that when I was legal, we were gunna have a little boy. And it turned into this whole hilarious prank. At my parents 4th of July BBQ, we announced that we were secretly married illegally and I was pregnant with a baby boy. And after that, there was a 5 second silence, before my whole family rushed over to us to either congratulate us or whack Love over the head for doing something so stupid. It wasn't until Thanksgiving that we told them it was all a joke. They were so pissed at us but relived that it wasn't true.
"Jasmine, Tre's here," My mom yelled from the door. I smiled and ran out to the front door and greeted him with a huge hug.
"Aww. You two would make such a cute couple!" My younger sister, Avery said from the top of the stairs.
"Avery, stop acting like a middle school kid! Enjoy you innocent childhood while you can," I said.
"But it's true!" she insisted. "You look happy around him and you look like cute married people," she said, smiling sweetly. I laughed.
"Avery, we're really good friends. That's all," I said to her. She pouted then ran to her room, which we both happen to share.
"Shall we go, my lady?" Tre said, being the gentleman he is. The fucking media made him into this sex-obsessed creepy yet alluring guy. But for real, he was one of the sweetest and strangely enough, shiest guys I have ever met. He was the best guy and any girl that would be lucky to have him. He was so sensitive and understanding. But he was also funny, but not in a perverted way. He was fun loving and was just high off of life.
"Be back for dinner honey," my mom said.
"Don't worry mom, I will," I said, closing the door behind me.
"Wanna go to the park?" he asked me.
"Yea," I said, confused by this.
He hates going to the park...
