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July 6th
Chapter Forty
.Today is July 6th.
My birthday. I'm 17. So much has changed in the past year.
I think about last year at this time. Josh was here, we were
together. Today is the day I slept with Spencer. I try not to
think about that though. I'm sitting in my room starring
out my window. I can see New York. Everything is so different
now. I am a completely different person. I've changed so
much. Mostly for the good. I miss Josh. I'd be lying if I
said I was starting to get over him. Brianna and me are going
into the city later. I get up and walk to my closet. I start to
look for something to wear when I hear a knock on my patio
door. This is starting to become a regular thing. Josh is away,
and Spencer is in rehab. I peep out of my blinds and cannot
believe what I see. "Josh." I say as I open the door.
He is standing there with roses and an open arm. He hands me
the flowers. I take them and give him a confused look. He's
supposed to be at training. "Jonalyn. I have something to
tell you." He takes a deep breath and pulls me in. "I
love you. I always have, and I always will. Whenever I'm
not with you, I miss you." I stand there numb. "I
love you too." I say having nothing else to. "I need
you. I can't go away. What happened to my brother is in the
past. I want you to be my future." He kisses me. Better
than he ever has before. Tears are in my eyes. I put down the
roses and hug him. "Are you seriously not leaving?"
Josh looks me in the eyes. "I want to be wherever you are.
Happy birthday beautiful." I hug him again. We've been
through so much. I hurt him. I don't know why he took me
back. I guess if I've learned anything through all this,
it's that sometimes love makes you do crazy things.
Sometimes you hurt the ones you love the most and you have no
explanation as to why. I believe there is one person in the
world for you. I'm lucky enough to have found him. Spencer
and everything is in my past. Josh is my present and my future.
I never want to leave his arms.
5 Years Later
Josh and I attended college together, at NYU. He graduated last
year and is working as an architect, I graduated last month. I
have an internship at a fashion magazine, and will start
working there in September. Today is my twenty second birthday.
Me and Josh are still together. Me and Brianna are still
friends, even though she want to college on the West Coast. We
keep in touch. Josh and I are living together, in an apartment
close to college. Spencer, the miscarriage, and everything are
a distant memory. They will always be a part of me though. Josh
wakes me up with breakfast. "Happy birthday
beautiful." Those words make me smile so big. I want to
spend every birthday, holiday, everyday with him. I eat
breakfast and he tells me to get ready. I get dressed and he
starts driving me somewhere. We drive for a while. "Come
on tell me where we're going?!" I beg Josh. He just
shrugs and smiles. We pull up to my parents old house, which is
for sale. They recently moved back into Manhattan. "What
are we doing here?" I ask as Josh opens my door. He leads
me into the back yard. We walk up to my old balcony. The
balcony where he surprised me on my seventeenth birthday. We
walk up the stares. The balcony is covered in rose petals.
"Oh my gosh." I breath I turn around to thank him and
he is down on one knee. "Jonalyn. I can't image my live
without you. You're my everything. I love you so much.
Will you marry me?" He opens a box to reveal a beautiful
ring. "Yes." I start to cry. He stands up and I kiss
him. "I love you." I say wrapping my arms around him.
"I love you too." He says running his hands through
my hair. I want to spend my life with him. "Where should
we go now?" Josh asks wrapping his arms tighter around my
waist. "I'll go wherever you go." We kiss and I
can feel him smiling. This is all I ever want to do.
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July 6th
Heyyy Sooo basically. I'm deciding if I want to continue writing this story. I like it, and I'm so glad you guys want to read it. It's kinda boring now, but trust me soon it's going to get REALLY good. :) Favorite this if you read the story. If you haven't please check it out and give me feedback. I want to see how many people are reading. I love writing, but it's pointless if no one is reading. Haha Follow me for more, and comment me your suggestions for the story.
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chapter
nine
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"I need you
to date Blake." Jake replied, unfazed, unblinking.
"Wha-what?" I stuttered in awe. Did he really
expect me to agree to this?
"You heard me." Jake stated, packing his things with a
smirk. "If you don't go out with Blake, I'll tell
everyone." He threatened, then the end-of-class-bell went
off. Jake stood up and left, leaving me in complete and utter
confusion.
"But he's my best friend." I mumbled under my
breath as I stood up and walked out of Math class.
"What?" A voice said beside me. I looked up a little
startled, then sighed. It was only Blake. Blake.
"N-nothing." I stuttered. Blake's face was fitted
with a new frown.
"Oh," he said quietly. "Well... I was kind of
wondering," Blake started biting the bottom of his lip
again, then scratched the back of his neck. "If... you know,
you would, uhm, go to Winter Formal with me?" He asked,
furrowing his brows.
I felt a blush creep up on my neck. I was prepared to politely
decline, then I remembered Jake's warning. "Sure."
I answered, nodding. Winter
Formal is this
Friday.
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chapter
eight
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"Do you have
anything else besides baggy sweaters?" Jake asked
from next to me, he's really getting on my nerves. I
sighed, biting the inside of my lip and looking across the table
at Macy for support. I got none, she was engrossed in a book.
"If your really wondering, then yes. I do." I answered
Jake's question, not looking at him, but instead directing my
eyes at the wood patterned desk in front of me.
"Remember when we actually hung out?" Jake suddenly
asked after a moments pause. Oh right, sh*t.
"I remember when you injected me with heroin and stole my
virginity. Then f*cked me over and left me the next
morning?" I mumbled under my breath. "Does that
count?" I shot at him, looking at him.
Jake sighed and rolled his eyes like it was no big deal.
"Right." He mumbled, fiddling with his fingers.
"You know, what if I told everyone. Like, what would you
do?" I'd f*cking kill you, that's what I'd
do. I'd be the school sl*t. Great.
I shot him a glare, what is he getting at? "What
are you talking about?"
"Well, I could tell everyone... if I wanted
to." Jake shrugged.
"Why would you do that?" I asked.
"That's none of your business." He stated, folding
his arms. I looked back at Macy, she's still reading. "I
just need a tiny favor from you."
"What favor?" I asked quietly, unsure if he heard
me.
"I need you to date Blake." Jake
replied.
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chapter
seven
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When Blake left I
went up to my room, securing my door shut. Then, I layed down on
my bed, taking my iPod out again; plugging in the earphones to my
ears. I lifted up my left sleeve for the second time today,
seeing those sam five lines all horizontal, one right under the
last, two of them overlapping. Then I remembered why they where
there; Shay.
Two years ago, when Shay and I where friends, I told her
everything. I hated myself when I was with her. Blake and I where
still best friends, but I guess I was replacing him with Shay;
but he stayed by my side. When I was with Shay, I was the second
choice. She made my life a living hell, and addicting one. I
couldn't get out of it, I tried to be as good as her. As
pretty, smart, flirty. I started throwing up, on purpose.
In the middle of the year I hit rock bottom with Shay, I cut for
the first time. I guess I couldn't take it anymore; always
being second best. So I looked for an escape. I'd stopped
talking to Blake almost all together. My parents had no idea.
They had no idea that I kept two ounces of pot under my matress.
That I'd cut nearly twice a day, that I threw up.
Once I started all that, I couldn't stop. It wasn't till
Blake caught me cutting myself in my room that I got help; from
him. He said he was worried about me, so he stopped over, and
found me dripping blood on the floor from my wrist. After that, I
stopped talking to Shay. She then told everyone that I forced
myself to throw up. She told everyone that I was a druggie. I was
stupid enough to tell her.
Blake saved me. I'll never live a day without him now. He was
there when even my 'best friend' wasn't. He blamed
himself for my stupid choices, because the first time I tried pot
was when I was with him. But it was my fault, I was the one that
took it further than just getting high. It's kind of our rule
now, if ever one of us seems to be going to far with something,
we tell them. We save eachother. We're keeping eachother
grounded; stable.
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I walked out of my house the next day to see Blake's car
parked in the street in front of my house, motor running Blake in
the front, bobbing his head a little to the radio that I could
hear from the open window. I grinned, opeing his passenger door
and sitting down.
"Hey," I said, putting my hands in my lap.
"Hey." Blake answered, handing me a coffee from the
cupholder. I took it gratefully as he drove to our school,
sipping the warm liquid.
We pulled into the school parking lot a few minutes later, then
both of us walked in together. We separated as he went to his
locker and I stopped at mine, his was about ten down. I looked
around the school. Winter formal posters covered the walls and by
the wall was a booth with two people behind it, selling tickets.
I sighed, passing them; I've always loathed people who got
asked to those. Since the only friends I had where Blake, Macy,
and Wes; I never got asked. Macy and Wes have been dating since
Sophmore year, nearly inseperable. And Blake always took some
beautiful, tan, blonde, girl. So I never went.
I stopped at Blake's locker, he was still grabbing his stuff.
When he finished we walked down the hall to Science, talking.
"So, what do you do; in that group thing, the 4
19's was it?" I asked, eyeing him curiously.
"That, is highly confidential." Blake winked,
opening the Science door. I sighed, giving him those poutty eyes
they do in the movies. He shook his head, holding his lips in a
firm line.
"I'll find out somehow.." I threatened, walking
away from him to my seat and facing the front, where the teacher
was now giving a lesson.
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Hiia guyyss. Do
you guys read this stuff down here? If you do, you must probs
think I'm always stoned, or something weird. Maybe I should
add facts about myself.. Like every chapter comes with a
complimentary fact about yours truly? Sound fabulous?
A little better for the last chapt. 16 Faves made me a little
more happy. Can I get 20? :D
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