It's been a while, but here's a nice story that I wrote while in math class. :D

If I told you I liked you, what would you do? Would you like me back? If you won't, why not? Is there someone else? Is she better than me?

There were so many questions going through my brain as I watched him walk by. I wanted nothing more then to stop him, confront him. And do what I've always wanted to do to him. But I let him walk by. Let him joke with his friends. I'll just wait another day. And repeat.

I was able to walk home with him. I wanted to kiss him. This crazy part of me was screaming to do so. But I held back. We joked instead and laughed a lot, not caring at all. I'll just wait another day.

A couple weeks later, he started dating my friend. I don't know if I could ever forgive her. She said that she would never do anything like this, but I knew; it was just a lie. I was angry at her, so she wasn't my friend anymore. I had plenty of friends other than her. She was the one who betrayed me. Left me for the guy I liked. She took him away from me. I'll just wait another day.

She broke up with him. I still don't forgive her. She broke his heart when she said, "It's just not working," I believe that she only dated him for the enjoyment of rubbing it in my face. She's begged me to stop giving her the silent treatment, but what's done is done, you can't change the past. I don't believe that she'll never want to date him again. My heart has already been ripped to shreds. It cannot be repaired, no matter how many apologies she says. No matter how many candies or promises she tries to tell me. She'll just have to wait another day.

The day came that I knew I couldn't keep putting it off. He was over my friend and promised me that he'd never do anything with her again. I believed him. I caught him alone, walking home. I swore to myself that I wouldn't go home unless I at least talked to him. Running to catch him, I pulled him around to face me, gazed into his eyes and kissed him. I kissed him better than my friend could never do. I kissed him with love, hurt and pain. The hurt was from the pain that my so-called 'friend' had given me. For stabbing me in the front and breaking his heart. As well as she mine. We kissed each other out of hurt and fear.

I felt loved when he kissed back. I knew then that he never truly wanted to date her. He felt pressured into doing many things with her that he never wanted. I tried to give away the pain and the hurt, make it go away, but it kept coming back. I would throw my hurt and pain towards him, but he threw it back. It was an endless battle between love and pain. By the end of the kiss, the battle was won. The pain will just have to wait another day.

I don't know if it's just me, but I was a little teared at the end. :P Yeah, I think it was just me... :D

So, onto some more happy news, you can go to my profile to check out whatever's happening there. As for now... I don't know... I might post a new story soon, if I come up with any other ideas :D