Story Two! Okay, here goes nothing!


To Become They

He's the rich boy from down the block. He had the best car, the best smile, the best house, the best outfits, the best eyes, and so much more. He's liked by all, but loved by one: Her.

He's the rich boy from down the block. He had the best car, the best smile, the best house, the best outfits, the best eyes, and so much more. He's liked by all, but loved by one: Her.

She's the nice quiet girl, her rounded glasses always sitting perfectly on her small nose. She excel's in every class, though fails in popularity. She's the only one who laughed when he said something that was actually funny. She didn't love him for having the best car, the best smile, the best house, the best outfits, the best eyes, and so much more. She loved him for being himself.

He and she had only one flaw in their 'relationship.' For he and she have the smallest of chances to become 'they.' If he and she were "they," he would no longer have the best car, the best smile, the best house, the best outfits, the best eyes, and so much more. He would be she and she would be he. He and she would be they.

What were he and she to do? Forget? Or was he to stop being the one with the best car, the best smile, the best house, the best outfits, the best eyes, and so much more.

He forgot. He forgot how she's the nice quiet girl, her rounded glasses always sitting perfectly on her small nose. He forgot how she's the only one who laughed when he said something that was actually funny. He forgot how she didn't love him for having the best car, the best smile, the best house, the best outfits, the best eyes, and so much more. He forgot how she loved him for being himself. He found a new lover: Robin, it was said to be the girl's name.

But she? She never forgot. She remembered until her death day.

The next month, he kissed Robin for the twenty seventh time; the first time in front of her. She didn't go to school the next day. When she first left her house, the tear stains on started to dry on her pillow case.

She still looked at him threw her rounded glasses. He never looked back, even when the scars showed daily on her wrist.

Every time they kissed, hugged, talked, or even smiled at one another from across the room, a bit of her heart was destroyed.

Robin never looked her way. No one did. And she did nothing about it.

He and she failed algebra junior year. He sat two seats across, and five seats back

She went home for the last time during senior year after seeing Robin stomach grow larger.

Only two years, three months, five days, and a handful of hours after he forgot her was he to remember the nice quiet girl, her rounded glasses always sitting perfectly on her small nose. The only one who laughed when he said something that was actually funny. How she didn't love him for having the best car, the best smile, the best house, the best outfits, the best eyes, and so much more, but how she loved him for being himself.

By god's chance, at that moment, he was standing next to her dead body his name clearly written next to a note in her will, which was written a few hours before.

Tommy,

I never forgot.

Alex

P.S~ Tell Robin I say goodbye