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Author: xforgetseptember
Fiction Rated: M - English - General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 04-21-06 - Updated: 04-21-06 - id:2158513

She knew she had him from the start. She dyed her hair black(er) and put more makeup on then usual, that made her eyes stand out more. He stopped being so quiet, and started to pat his lap when he was sitting down. She’d shake her head because she was playing hard to get.

They’re both playing the same game.

They had an unusual way of showing they liked each other. They took water into their hand from the water fountain and flicked it at one another. They laughed when either of them would trip, and remind them the next day. They made fun of each other’s music and the clothes they wore. But really, that’s what they liked about each other so much.

Hold me now?

She started to feel lonely, even though they were always together. She always imagined herself hugging him. His arms would fit perfectly around her. She bit her lip every time their eyes met. He dug his nails into the palms of his hands.

I don’t want to get hurt again.

It happened in the summer. They were both sitting in his car and he turned toward her. She looked at him. They were both lonely.

I need you.

He kissed her neck and her bare shoulders, she remembers looking outside the car window at the bees and the flowers. How the sky was so blue as his eyes. She pulled away and kissed him passionately. She only would have meant it six months ago.

You have a shitty way of showing a girl you like them.

She took off her top and he touched her stomach, lips meeting again. They were practically naked, when she said, “I can’t”

He didn’t stop though. She begged and tried to fight him.

I’ll fucking kill you.

He stopped. Looked her in the eyes and hit her. Her plan didn’t go as well as she wanted it to. But she thinks she hurt him.

How does it feel to hurt, asshole?

He took her home and looked at her one last time. The words I love you were both on their lips. But they both read that they can never have the one they loved. What was the point of saying it. He drove away and never came back.

They both learned their lesson.

Author’s Note: Stupid people who play games.



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