Sorry for putting it on hold.... =\ Too many ideas that never quite follow through. Before I decided to write this chapter, I'd been thinking of another story.. Ohman.

"I can't! Babe, I'm sorry." I'd been lying on my head, with my head dangling off the edge upside down, spending the past 3hours on the phone with Erica telling her that 'no I can't just sneak out after what happened', 'no I seriously CANNOT sneak out because if I do I will do', and then 'Seriously, No!!!!'. And still, she would not give up.

"But it's a Saturday night!!! We always go out on Saturdays!"

"Not always." I pointed out, thinking back on all the times I'd left my house. Happy and excited go on and about with our Saturday routine. It's nothing much. All we do is just sit around Starbucks, people watch and talk for like 5hours. We talk a lot. Or rather, Erica talks a lot. I usually just listen to all her interesting stories. Why does she always get to experience the fun stuff while I'm always just the wallflower? Seriously, sometimes, I get quite jealous of her. Not in a bad way though!

"If you could just open your window…"

I rolled my eyes. "No Erica!! You don't get it. They were insanely angry. And when I walked into the house, I thought I'd be safe for the night because they'd be asleep but no, the entire house was awake and they screamed their heads off when they saw me. Like, full on neck with veins straining at the sides and red furious almost-imploding faces. It was terrifying and I almost cried."

"Oh come on Addyyyyyyyyyyyy." She whined again.

"Why can't you just go with Aaron or something? I'm sure he'd be able to go with you if you're that bored at home."

"I can't." She said quietly.

"Why not? Did something happen?"

"He hasn't returned my calls since that night."

"Maybe he's just busy or something." What a loose excuse. How busy could he be when he's been hounding me every single day? But I couldn't possibly tell her that her boyfriend kissed me and then proceeded to stalk me for the next five days even though I'd been grounded and my parents were furious about the boy outside the house. It's like, they're the type of parents who would rather see me studying my butt off and then only getting a boyfriend when I'm a 40 year old virgin or something. Which was fine by me, seeing as how I was happily single and not lacking love or seeking love or desperate for love or not spending my entire time thinking about the Kiss.

What else can I say? Only mind-blowing, heart-pumping, breath-taking, turned-my-legs-to-jelly, left me wanting for more, eradicated all other thoughts from my mind, and turned my whole world upside down and right-side up and upside down all over again. You know?

It was just like the story in True Love. Claire never believed in love, and then the guy just pops up next to her on an airplane and causes her to fall right in love with him. Only he turns out to be her best friend's boyfriend/ex-boyfriend. Everything screws up at first, but in the end, they live happily ever after. Lies. All lies. If love were so great, why can't I see it?

"Addy? Are you even listening?" There was a slight annoyance in Erica's voice. I must've zoned off again. She hates it when people don't listen.

"I'm sorry, what'd you say?"

"He can't be. He doesn't have work. He's like, rich."

I heard a knocking. "Who's there?" I called out. I was in my room, but I hated it when people barged in without telling me who. I treasure privacy in my room a lot.

"Erm, hey. There's someone at my room door, I'll call you back okay?"

"Fine." With that, I ended the call and opened the door. Odd. No one's there. But there it was again, that knocking sound. A chill ran down my spine and goose bumps rose as I heard the knocking again; remembering that nobody was home tonight. Oh my god, am I hearing ghosts?!

Then I heard a muffled voice, "Open the window you fool." I whipped around, still feeling jittery, only to find myself looking at Aaron standing at my room's balcony. Annoyance and relief flooded through my system, flushing out the coldness I'd been feeling in my fingers from the scare he'd given me.

"Why should I?" I demanded as I stood by the window staring at home.

"Because one, its freezing and two, I didn't just climb a tree for you to leave me standing out here! Now open it. You've been ignoring me long enough."

"Well it's not my fault you decided to stalk me every day. What if I let you in and you end up raping me and killing me?" Total bullshit of course.

He twitched his mouth and frowned. "Just open it!"

Without another word, I opened the window and felt the cold air invade the warmness of my room as he stepped in and shut the windows again.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing."

"You climbed up to come into my room for nothing?"

"Okay, no. I wanted to see how your room was like."

"Excuse me. But people don't normally climb up trees and force the owner to invite them in just to look alright?"

"Well, people don't normally ignore people after five days of waiting and calling you either!"

"Fine. But it was your fault. You started it. And you're Erica's boyfriend! Have you any idea how sad she's been?"

"I'll fix that. I'm not here about her though. I'm here about us."

"What us? There is no 'us'." I said as I glared at him. How could he talk about her so dismissively?

His eyes softened as he told me that there was always 'us'.

"Don't you remember me anymore Pea?"

Could it really be him? They did, after all, share the same blonde hair and blue eyes. Nobody ever called me Pea after he'd left. How could he have known, unless he is Greyer? Greyer, who used to be my best friend, Greyer, who used to promise that we would flee from the fighting and Greyer who left right after making that promise to me.

"Why are you here?"

"I wanna make things right Pea. I wanna make up for it. Are you still angry with me?"

Could I blame him for breaking a 5 year old's promise? No. Could I blame him for leaving without a word, without saying as much as a word to me when he left? Yes. Yes. I was angry and furious and so absolutely devastated when my best friend disappeared from my life.

"You could've said something, told me that you were leaving. I wouldn't have cried as hard if I had known the reason."

"I didn't know. They left in the middle of the night and when I woke up, I was on a plane to my Aunt's. I never got a chance. I'm sorry Pea. I'm sorry for not protecting you." Then he hugged me, so tightly. And I felt my body relax and my heart constrict as it felt like a dam of hidden feelings had burst open and overflowed right out through my eyes as tears. Tears that I had never let fall after that day. I'd come to terms with it, on my own way of course. True love didn't exist, and promises should always be treated as empty and weightless. Infatuation, crushes and obsessions? Yes they existed but they were not love. They were mistaken to be love, and they would die down sooner or later.

But if love was a lie… why is he standing here before me, opening me up, cauterizing the wounds in my heart, telling me that he likes me and that he wants to be with me, kiss me, hug me as if I were so damn important to him? This was all too confusing for me to handle. Have I been wrong all along?