Author: Lolita Pop PM
If you ask anyone, they’ll say I’m the greatest guy around. Sweet, cute, smart and funny. My friends say that sensitivity is the reason why I spend my friday nights alone, but I'm beginning to see it might be a little bit more than that...Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 7 - Words: 12,432 - Reviews: 50 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 01-13-06 - Published: 11-27-05 - id: 2057592
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Title: Mr. Sensitive
Chapter seven: The 'Go' Girl
"What?" she blurted after a long moment of silence.
"I love you," I said it with the same level of seriousness I had before.
"What are you--? I, you're just…" Daisy struggled to finish her sentence, her face showing utter disbelief.
(Did I really just say that? Did I screw up again?)
The bell to signal the end of lunch interrupted my thoughts, and suddenly, Daisy was standing again. I looked down at my lap, embarrassed, unsure of what to do.
"You…you just have the worst timing ever," she shook her head at me, half smiling, half frustrated.
"But, I meant it!" I yelled, earning a dirty look from the librarian.
"Aiden, you barely…we….we haven't even had time to get to know each other. How can you say things like that?" Daisy scrambled together her backpack and books, flustered.
"Fine. Fine, I said the wrong thing. I don't…I don't love you. I have to figure out what I do feel…Just don't leave right now. We can be late," I found myself in a panic to stop her from walking away from me again.
"Aiden, what do you really want from me? Free sex?" Daisy sighed as she pushed through the library doors, and into the hallway, crowded with students.
"No! I just want to talk to you. In private…" I blushed, looking around.
"Why can't you say it here? Are you embarrassed?" Daisy crossed her arms over her chest expectantly, and glared.
I took another look around self-consciously, and were both silent for a good while until she smiled, sardonic.
"Figures," she turned and started off again.
"Um, oh, wait!" I shouted, causing several heads to turn.
Daisy stopped and turned to me again, this time, intent on hearing me. Suddenly, my mind drifted back to my mother.
"I was the one who was the jerk…the idiot. Behind my back, my friends were making fun of me."
"Do you know that feeling…like there's something missing inside?" I asked, loud enough for everyone else to hear.
Daisy didn't respond.
"…I stuck by him every chance I got, and we ended up together."
"I…I sort of felt that. Empty. I needed something." I started towards her as the crowd of students slipped away.
"What?" she asked so softly, I could barely hear her.
"I didn't know then. I don't think I know now. But…I do know I'd love to get to know you a lot better."
"Treat everyone as they want to be treated, and if you fuck up, keep trying to fix it the best you can,"
"Really?" Daisy looked at me with regret in her eyes.
"I wanna make new memories with you, and remember the ones I'd thought I'd forgotten," I lowered my voice.
Daisy remained silent, and I sighed.
"I know I'm not perfect. I talk to myself, I fantasize about girls constantly, and I'm chronically oversexed. I'm a virgin, I pull my hair when I'm nervous, I stutter all the time, and to my parents, my life is a soap opera!" I chuckled, earning a smile from Daisy. "But…I really like you."
"God Aiden, any other day and I'd be…" she sighed.
"Wait…what? What did do?" I frowned, utterly confused.
"I'm leaving," Daisy met my eyes seriously as the hall cleared.
The frown on my face diminished, and I just stared at her, dumbstruck.
"Leaving for where? A-are you moving?" I took a gentle hold on Daisy's forearm, and she didn't resist.
"I'm not moving. I'm doing a program over the summer in London. Ice skating…" she opened her locker and motioned towards her gym bag.
I cursed under my breath, and Daisy slung her backpack over one shoulder.
"But the school year's a week from being over. How…why are you leaving now?" I started moving my hand up to my hair to begin pulling, but she stopped me, kissing my knuckles.
"I have to get ready to leave tonight, and then the flight's two days, then I have to get settled."
(Perfect. Just perfect.)
"How long are you going to be gone?" I asked, dejectedly.
"Eleven weeks," she whispered.
"That doesn't give you any summer left when you come back!" I exclaimed.
Daisy nodded, her eyes slightly wet.
(Is she crying for me? Is she going to miss me?)
"Um…I guess, I guess that's just how things are, huh?" she made a move as if to kiss me, and then pulled back.
"I should go. My sister's picking me up early," she forced another smile and wiped away a tear as it made its way down her cheek.
Anxiously, I wrapped my arms around Daisy, and pulled her to me for a hug. Quietly, she sniffled into my shirt, and let me go after a long while.
"I'm gonna miss you," I said softly, watching as Daisy made her way towards the office.
"God I...I'm not going away forever, Aiden…don't make me…cry," she pushed open the door with a sad smile. "I still want a chance to spend time with you…and you owe me for that fudge bar I dropped in your lap."
"You've got it."
Daisy headed in, but stopped once more.
"Do me another favor," she motioned for me to come over.
"What?" I asked.
Daisy cupped her hands over my ear and smiled.
"Stay pure," she whispered and I turned scarlet.
(WHY DID I TELL HER I WAS A VIRGIN?! NOW I'M GOING TO BE KNOWN AS A WUSS IN LONDON AND IN THE US!)
"I'll see you Aiden," Daisy said with a chuckle, and I mustered a wave.
In fact, I kept waving…until she was out of sight.
I'd like to say I followed her, that I stopped her sister from taking her to the airport, or even confessed my undying love at the terminal gate. But if I did, I'd be lying. I just watched her go, and it felt as if I'd wasted my days. I still felt empty, and there was still something missing. Except…now I knew what it was, and I wanted it back. Desperately.