Author: Aspired Writer PM
She loved him. Gosh, she has for a while. She was the one for him, no question. All it took was one kiss. Then again, perhaps fate had other plans for them.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 2,130 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 07-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3040892
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Hello, to all the lovely people!
Okay, so I just got this idea and decided to give it a shot. By the way, it's a one shot. Soo, with that being said, just let me know what you think, alright? Thanks in advance.
x .Love Hurts. x
He was driving home…just having been with a bunch of friends and getting completely plastered. Although his friends insisted that he stay the night and wait until he was sober to drive. But, being the way he was, just ignored it all.
He needed to get home.
More so, he needed to see her.
"I'm sorry, Anna," her soft voice informed me. "He's not home right now. I'm sure he mentioned something along the line of attending a party."
She stood at the front steps of his house, staring into the face of his mother. She was clothed in a pair of jeans and a white short sleeved shirt. Her hair was tied up in a bun and her brown eyes—that he had, too—were staring right directly at her.
She rolled her eyes, not at her, but him. Of course, he was probably going to hook up with some slut. I mean, it's all he ever seems to do. She could never understand why he didn't try to get into an actual relationship. Why settle for one night stands when he deserved so much more?
With a mere nod and smile, she turns around and heads back to her car. Tears welled in her eyes as she opens up the car door, sliding in.
The car roared to life as she started it up and she ultimately decided to head back home. What else was there to do?
Nonetheless, she did know one thing. She needed to see him.
It was dark.
He could barely even see the road ahead of him. So, he hoped more than anything that no stupid ass idiot would try and step out in front of the road, trying to beat the cars in an attempt to get across the street.
Fuck, it's what he would do.
He smiled at the thought. Hell, he's done it numerous times before.
Turning his gaze to the passenger's seat, he took notice of the bottle of rum and his phone. Which, not that he was surprised, was dead.
Ah, damn. He forgot to charge it before he left.
Suddenly he thought back to what happened today. How he had finally muster up enough fucking courage to kiss her. How he felt—as fucking cheesy as it sounds—the spark as he kissed her. It was what he'd been wanting for the longest time.
He just wondered if she felt the same way. Goddamn, last thing he needed was for her to only think of him as a friend. How could he just be her friend when he felt like this towards her?
Man, he didn't like this…the whole emotion thing. That's why he always went for one night stands rather than some long term relationship. They were too complicated and had way too much emotion involved.
It wasn't even worth it.
Reaching beside him, he clasped his fingers around the bottle, knocking his phone onto the floor while doing so.
Mere seconds later the bottle touched his lips, the liquid burning as he poured it down his throat
It's not as though anyone important will be trying to get a hold of him.
Both her hands gripped the steering wheel tight, her knuckles turning white as a result.
Tears gently spill down her pink stained cheeks, falling until landing on her yellow halter dress that tied around her neck. Yes, she had worn it for him.
How pathetic, right? She even put on a little bit of makeup for him! Ugh, how could she had been so stupid? He probably doesn't even care and has only ever seen her as a friend.
But what about that kiss? How could he not feel that spark as their lips met? Not to mention, he had been to the one to kiss her!
Anyways, this cannot be all one sided.
No. God, absolutely no way.
Removing one of her hands, she reaches for her purse and searches for her phone. Yes, she'll text him. Perhaps he had come home from the party and was just resting. Knowing him, he's probably drunk out of his mind and ended up having a friend drive him home.
He wouldn't drive home drunk, right? Brody cannot be that stupid.
She quickly texted him, her eyes shifting from the road to her phone. It was dark after all and last thing she wanted to do was cause some sort of accident.
'Where the hell r u? We need 2 talk'
"Brody, what are you doing?"
He did it. He just leaned in and crushed his lips against hers. They were soft, moist and well, just fucking amazing. It was everything he'd imagine it to be.
Taking another swig of the rum, he shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He needed to focus on the task at hand. Which was getting home in one piece and not causing any fucking accident.
She might not feel the same way…and if that's the case, he needed to put his best game fast forward. He could do that, hell yeah.
What he couldn't handle, is just losing her completely. That would just be…ah, no. He can't go there.
It's too painful. He needed her, more than he was even willingly to admit to himself.
Brody had been so caught up in his thoughts; he failed to notice the car heading straight for him. Quickly swerving to the side to avoid it, he manage to barely missed scraping the car.
Phew, that was fucking close.
A smile stretched on his face as he took another sip.
Man, I am too good.
No response. Absolutely nothing.
More tears spill down her cheeks, blurring her vision all the while. However, this wasn't good. No, she needed to be able to see road before her. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she squinted to see the road.
Her mind ran back to him, once more.
Oh my god, I bet he hates me. If anything, Brody's avoiding me and is just wishing more than anything that I'd go away and leave him alone.
I tried to ignore the knot in my throat, but it was easier said than done. I slowly dialed his number and pressed it against my ear.
1 ring…2…3…4 rings.
'You know who it is; leave a message and if I care enough, I'll get back to you.'
I closed my eyes briefly, thinking back to the kiss that had transpired not even a few hours ago. How I didn't even understand what he was doing or why he was looking at me so intently with those big brown eyes of his. It was only until his lips crushed against mine that I realized.
Oh my god, he kissing me!
That single best moment in my life…without a doubt. Nothing could ever compare to how the butterflies in my stomach fluttered so rapidly or how my heart felt as though it might break through my chest, for it was beating so fast.
His hand brushing her face, gently caressing her blushing cheek.
The moment was perfect…and ended far too fast for Anna's liking.
A beep rang in her ear, bringing Anna out of her thoughts.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, she spoke into her phone.
Lights flashed before his eyes, and before he could even think through the situation, his car wounded up collided with another. The impact caused his body to fling forward. The bottle of rum went flying through the smashed rear view mirror. That was last thing he saw before darkness overtook him.
She had slammed down hard on the brakes, coming to a complete halt. Nonetheless, the car—that had been speeding—in front of her didn't seem to notice until it was far too late.
The phone dropped from her hand as she turned to face the door, fumbling with the handle and frantically trying to removing herself from the vehicle.
It was too late, however.
Just as the car hit hers, Anna found her car skidding back a couple of feet before it began rolling. It stopped merely after three rolls, landing right directly on the hood.
Anna's lifeless body laid half in the car and half on the pavement. She was already drenched in her own blood once the paramedics finally arrived.
No one was exactly certainly how long it took for the paramedics to finally arrive. Perhaps it was seconds, minutes or longer.
Citizens witnessed from the sidewalk, road and from the seats of their cars as the victims had come to a halt, landing on its top. A young girl in her late teens with a yellow dress lay slump half out of the car, and she was drenched in her own blood. Glass shattered near her lifeless body.
Everyone knew; though no one spoke aloud.
The chance of her surviving this. Well, was unlikely.
Brody sat on the couch, elbows leaning against his thighs and his gaze focused only on the picture placed before him.
It was a picture of Anna. She was smiling right directly at the camera with a beautiful wide grin stretched across her face. Her brown hair tied in a ponytail and her blue eyes bright and alive.
He had returned home from the hospital three days later after the incident took place. Though, it's not like he was going to walk out of this without receiving a second glance. The police were now involved and Brody was to pay for what he did.
He was responsible for the murder of nineteen year old, Anna Carr. He had been driving under the influence and had been the reason his car collided with hers.
Tears sprang in his eyes, his bottom lip began quivering as he thought more about it.
He was drunk and all that ran through his mind was getting home and talking to her. He wanted to discuss what happened and move passed all of this.
He had wanted Anna to be his girlfriend. His first real girlfriend.
Little did he realize, she had been at his house and wanting to do the same. Only thing? He wasn't home. He was at some fucking stupid ass party with friends and getting drunk out of his mind.
Brody had only wanted to drink away what happened and just forget for a moment's time. Yeah, you know, cuz that worked out so well.
It only made him think of her all the more.
Anyways, she had been driving home when it all occurred. A few witnesses say she had her cell phone up against her ear and was crying as she spoke.
Fuck, who was she talking to?
A noise emerged from beside him. Brody turned his attention on the bright screen of his phone and noticed he had one missed call.
He reached forth and retrieved it. Moments later he was reading the screen, searching for who it had been that was trying to get a hold of him.
He then took notice that it was Anna.
She left a message.
Biting down hard on his lip and tears spilling down his cheeks at a rapid rate, he pressed the phone against his ear and listened.
'Hey..uh, Brody. It's Anna.
I stopped by your house but your mom said you were out. And well, considering I had finally gotten enough courage to tell you what has been on my mind since the kiss…it was a bit of a letdown that you weren't home.
Well, it doesn't matter. There is something I need to tell you. And well, here it is.
I love you, Brody. I have since we were kids and it nearly killed me when seeing you with all those other girls. I always remember you telling me that you didn't feel like you were enough for someone…but you know what? You're enough for me and so much more. I want you and hell, I need you. So please, pick up your phone and talk to me, alright?
Please. I love you. We can make this work, I promise.
I won't ever leave you. Never.
Aspired Writer. xo