AN: This is my second story, so yay! But then again, this is my first multiple chapter story... so be easy on me?
Legend: "Talking" 'Thinking' Flashback/Dreaming
When you're trying to make your ex-girlfriend jealous by dating another girl, you're not suppose to fall in love with the girl you're dating. But, that's what happened to me.
It was a big mistake, I promise you that.
Summer has the most golden hair I've ever seen, sun touched and in large waves that I like to run my fingers through. Her eyes were like bright sapphire, blue like the sky and always merry and full of excitement. Even her name, it's amazing. Unfortunately, she's my ex.
Now Jamie, she has auburn hair that looks a little more on the brown side. Her eyes are a blue that looks a little dull, kind of grayish. Her personality is always so... negative. She doesn't laugh much and looks at me weird when I laugh. I mean, come on, isn't it normal to laugh big and out loud? When the girl does laugh, she stifles it or just chuckles. She's not very easily impressed.
But her smile, I think that's what made me fall for her. Her smile, is rare, since she nearly always has a smirk on (It matches her sarcastic characteristic), but when you do see it, it's amazing. Not that it's wonderfully beautiful, bright as the sunshine, teeth like pearls, or crap like that. It's the fact that she actually smiled. For real, I mean. It was a making her smile that made me fall for her, because when she smiles, she makes me want to see her smile again. It's kind of like a drug, a just-one-more-time thing. It makes you want to do it over and over again, that's why I fell for her.
So this is how it started out. Summer and I had a fight. It was just a little spat. We have an on and off kind of thing, so that spat caused us our entire relationship. This time though, I felt more angry at her than ever before because I caught her kissing another guy. Summer pulled that whole it-was-a-peck-on-the-lips shenanigan. Of course, being the intelligent kind of guy I am, I didn't buy it for a second. So we broke up big time. Then, I started looking for another girlfriend. The reason I got the idea was because of my best friend, George.
"So you guys broke up again?"
"You think?" I questioned, shooting the mouse brown haired guy a look that shot bullets through him. George just smirked and slouched further back into the wall he was leaning on.
"You know that you're going to have to do something about her. She just can't go around kissing other guys when you're dating her." I glared at the tree that was rooted in the corner of my backyard. We were currently at my house in the back. George was smoking a joint and I was just leaning against the wall at least eight feet away from him. Gotta keep my lungs clear, you know? The stuff's bad for you, I know that, and as into sports as I am, I'd rather not have any disadvantages, especially my lungs. But I don't mind shooting down a couple drinks. It helps me forget things.
"Yeah, I know," I replied.
"Show her who's boss!"
"Make her beg to get back together!"
"Make her regret ever breaking up!"
"Make her cry tears of blood for you!"
"Get another girlfriend!"
"True th-wait, what?" I turned my head over to him, quick and steady. George threw the cigarette to the ground and smothered it with his Jordan sneakers. He then came over, and the smoke exhaled from his nose. The sixteen year old placed a hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eye. The guy was taller than me by a couple, so I had to turned up a little.
"Dude, it's time to get another girlfriend," George said calmly. I raised a brow. "It's obvious, you make her jealous by dating someone else. Common physics, Matt." I stayed quiet for a moment, realizing that he was right. That was genius, but I ain't gonna tell him that.
"It's common sense, dope." George shrugged, and pulled out another one of those smokes, then lit it.
"Whatever man, so you in or not?" I didn't say anything and turned back into the house. I was in alright. The problem was, I didn't know how deep in was in.