junkfoodaddict

All Over Again  

Chapter 2
I put the picture back on the mantle and walked away, hoping he wouldn't follow me.
But he did.
I made my way down into his basement, hiding in a dark stoage closet and staying as still as possible. Unfortunately, Trevor knew all the best hiding places in his house by heart from when we used to play hide and seek. I used to always hide here, even back then, so it didn't take him too long to find me.
"C'mon Claire, I'm not that bad right?" He asked, squeezing in beside me.
I sighed.
"I just feel like we haven't talked in so long that it'll be really awkward once we start." I realized too late how lame that sounded.
But Trevor just laughed.
"Well the storage closet in the basement isn't exactly a good place for a good conversation." He offered me his hand, and after a moment's hesitation, I took it. "Maybe if we hurry, we can take a walk before dinner starts. To, you know, clear the air a little?"
I raised my eyebrows. "A walk? What, and ditch your own party?"
"Well unless you'd rather stay here and watch a bunch of adults get drunk and play poker and--"
That was enough to convince me. "Okay," I said, putting my arms up in surrender. "A walk it is."
The stairs creaked as we climbed back up to ground level, and Trevor turned the lights off before closing the door.
"Mom, Claire and I are going to go outside, okay? Don't start dinner without us!" His mom nodded her agreement, and I saw her start whispering and snickering with my mom. I rolled my eyes. Ever since we were small, my mom and his mom always had a thoery that Trevor and I would grow up and date. I found it funny before. He used to be my best friend, and I laughed at the thought of going out anywhere with him. But now, I just found it to be ridiculous. How do you love someone after not talking to them for nine years?
My sneakers seemed to take forever to put on.
"C'mon Claire," Trevor called, already out the door. "There's a really pretty sunset out here that I don't want you to miss."
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lol the ending was reallyyyyy badddd, sorry. next chapter will be better, i promise. :D

All Over Again  
Chapter 1
I could hear the doorbell ringing inside the house and a hustle of footsteps followed as someone rushed to answer it. The cold November air kept slapping me in the face, blowing my dark brown hair all over my cheeks. The lights shined warmly inside, and the sparks spurting from the fireplace seemed to welcome me in. I looked at my mom, who was standing next to me, holding a bowl of salad in her hands, and I could tell she couldn't wait to get inside either. If there was one thing my mom and I had in common, it was that we both couldn't stand the cold.
After what seemed like hours, the door finally opened. Mrs. Anderson, one of my mom's best friends, we well as our neighbor and the host of the party tonight, welcomed us in. She let out  a little gasp when she saw me. The last time I had seen her was a while ago, so I guess I had changed since then.
"Claire! Look at you, all grown up now. I guess a few years do make a difference, huh?" I smiled as she bent down to give me a hug. Then she wished me a happy thanksgiving and told me to make myself comfortable. 
I set the vanilla cupcakes I had prepared earlier today down on a nearby counter and threw my jacket onto a couch that already held a few others.
I walked around slowly, eyes scanning the room curiously. Even though this house was right next door to mine, I hadn't been here for more than nine years. It didn't look like anything had changed--it was all the same furniture, all still in the same place. I smiled when I saw the watermelon stain I had made on a white couch back when I was five. But the thing that surprised me the most was the picture that was kept sitting on top of the mantle, showing the very first day of kindergarten. There were only three people in the picture--me, my best friend Allison, and my other best friend, Trevor, Mrs. Anderson's son. Memories came flooding back to me as I fingered the frame lightly. Trevor and I had always been close--closer than he and Allison had been, and closer even than me and Allison had been. But starting from second grade, when being friends with guys turned "uncool", we stopped talking. And even in fifth grade, when it became socially acceptable again, we still never spoke. Sure, I saw him every day at school, but I never thought anything of it. He dated one of my best friends, but I didn't think anything of that either. He was just my neighbor, nothing more and nothing less. And after so many years of ignorance, I would have thought that maybe that picture was meaningless to him now. 
"Man, I miss that." A soft voice whispered from behind me.
I spun around in surprise, almost knocking the picture off the mantle.
Trevor.  
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Sorry for the slow beginning--I guess I'm so caught up with how in school we have to describe the setting properly and everything.
Should I keep going?
 

I've been spending the last eight months,
Thinking that all love ever does
is break,
and burn,
and end. 
♥

Always remember to be happy, 
because you never know who's falling in love with your smile :) 



 

The longer the wait, 
The more I'm afraid, 
That someone's gonna fool your heart
And take you away. 

A shot to kill the pain,
A pill to drain the shame,
A purge to stop the gain,
A cut to break a vein,
A smoke to ease the crave
A drink to win the game.
An addiction's an addiction,
because it always hurts the same. 

It feels so good,
But you're so bad for me.