One Step to Falling:

Carrie sat down at the table, placing her bag on the ground, her folder on the table and waited for her group of friends to arrive. Carrie thought over the changing situation at school, twirling a lock of her dull brown hair around pink finger that ended in a bright pink fingernail.

Things had definitely changed, ever since last year, she guessed, when one of the girls had started going out with the new guy. Everyone had expected them to get together; they were so alike. He had then brought some of his guy friends and it was then that things started getting complicated... especially with Anthony. Carrie and Anthony were close family friends, but they themselves had never really gotten along; well, they had never made an effort to. Going to the same high school had made things difficult, but, Carrie mused, they had both learned the art of pretending... pretending they didn't know each other, that is. Then things got hard when another of her friends started going out with one of Anthony's friends, making Anthony hang around even more.

Clearing things with Anthony hadn't been as hard as Carrie had thought. It was simply a matter of telling him that things were awkward, and they soon became friends. Things would've ended there... had Carrie not found herself falling for the very guy she had sworn off.


A voice broke into her thoughts and Carrie plastered a bright smile on her face.


"What's up?"

Carrie shrugged. "Nothing much, just thinking."

Kelly raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "About who?" she asked with a laugh, nudging her.

Carrie rolled her eyes. "Get lost!" she replied with a smile.

Kelly raised her hands up in defence and wandered over to the guys' table.

Sighing, Carrie sat back down on the bench. She certainly wasn't in the mood to pretend with Anthony again. He honestly thought they were friends, not realising she felt something more.

"Hey, you ok?"

Carrie felt him sit down next to her. She didn't need to look at him to know what expression was on his face. She had long since committed every inch of his face to memory. He had a roundish face, blonde hair, and black rimmed glasses bordering his piercing, but ever caring eyes. He was of average but, she guessed, but not exactly what she would call hot. It was probably his oozing confidence that made her attracted to him, rather than his physical features, as well as the constant life and energy that seemed to radiate from him.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, somewhat coldly. She folded her arms over her chest, refusing to look at him.

There was a period of silence, before he spoke up again.

"I asked Amanda out," he said softly.

She had felt it coming. But to have it said made it all the more real. She felt her heart twist.

"That's nice," she replied, quiet, and struggling not to let the tears fall.

"You ok?"

She sniffed, and then finally turned to look at him. She guessed that her eyes were red, rimmed with tears, but it didn't matter. "I'm glad you're happy," she replied, meaning it with all her heart, but sad, since it wasn't her that could fill that empty spot in him.

Carrie sensed his concern, but brushed his hand away when reached up to brush the tears away.

"Don't," she choked, protesting, knowing that everything she felt could be heard in that one word.


His saying her name like that was all it took. The tears came, rolling down her cheek. She got up to run, run anywhere, just to be anywhere but with him, but the touch of his hand holding hers made her turn around.

"I'm sorry?" It was a question, like he didn't know what he was apologising for.

"So am I," she said, a faint smile tugging on her lips.

And then she ran. But at the same time, she was falling. Falling further than she had ever fallen. And then there was a splintering inside of her, as she felt her heart break. And then she cried, her sobs coming long and hard, the tears streaking her cheeks. It felt like the end of the world, the end of something that could have been so beautiful.

Even though it felt like it was the end of the world, a small part of her new it would all be ok. But she wasn't ready for that yet.

Now, it was just time for the pain to take over, for the pain to control her, for all rational thought to fly from her mind.

For her to fall.

This is a one shot. There will be no more. I wrote it after a similar incident to Carrie's, though not really as serious and straightforward. It was sort of like a release. Hope you enjoyed the read.

Please, R/R! It would be much appreciated.

And sorry to my readers of Net Girl In Reality (NGIR), who thought that the author alert was for it... It's coming along, I promise, just as soon as I finish writing up Chapter 22, which should be done soon, because there is ACTION at the moment! Hehehe...