Author’s note: Hey people. I still don’t have any reviews… not like I expected any anyways. Eh. I decided that it might be nice if I wrote a second perspective to this story. Say… Nathan? How do you think he feels about all of this shit going on? Ohh, he’s not happy. Read and Review people, read and review. Thanks.

I saw him glance at me and I attempted a whole-hearted smile, even though only half of my heart was in it. I thought I saw his lips turn upward slightly, but it was hard to tell from so far away… His brown eyes tilted back downwards toward the ground as he walked away and I sighed, walking up to my ‘girlfriend’ and giving her a kiss, which made my stomach wrench painfully.

I don’t even like her. I like him. Only him…

But nobody would know that. Nobody had to know how jealous I was when he cuddled up with that doe-eyed, curly-haired freak in a corner of the library while we were supposed to be doing research for a paper. Nobody had to know how much it killed me when she giggled and their lips brushed together hungrily.

It wasn’t a big deal. Not at all. I would be fine. Absolutely, positively, mag-fucking-nificently fine…

But that was until I saw him in a dark corner with her, tongue probing her mouth without a second thought and faces pressed together. I choked back a sob and immediately walked away, leaving the school without caring that I would get in trouble for skipping. It didn’t matter anymore.

I got to my house faster than I thought I would… then again I wasn’t paying attention to driving.

Fumbling through an umpteen number of drawers, I finally found what I was looking for…

My father’s black, shiny gun.

I quickly grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled something on it furiously before picking up the weighty piece of metal and pointing the intimidating barrel at my temple. Finger wrapped around the trigger, I sighed in content in the millisecond that I didn’t have a care.

Boom.

I was gone…

And on the paper were four words that I had wanted to say for years.

I love you Bobby.

And now I was no more.

Author’s note: There’s Nathan’s point of view on this. I can’t believe I had them commit suicide on the same day… I feel so bad. But angst is so easy for me to write. You could say I’m a bit troubled. But yeah… please review guys. I want to know how I did on this one. I appreciate it. Peace.

Your loving author,

--Quinny