Well, hello there guys. I am quite positive that no one even remembers this story... seeing as thought I'm pretty sure it has been years since I updated it. But, I came across it today and something just sparked in me and I wanted to continue this story. I'm sure none of my previous readers will continue to read it, and probably no one new, but I just had to finish it. I am sorry for waiting so long to update, it was very stupid. Anyways, this chapter is kind of short. If anyone is still out there, please review and tell me what you think of it :)
I love all you people that I am going to pretend are reading my story still even though you don't exist anymore. :)
Shane didn't even say anything. He just stood there, his mouth hanging open slightly. His eyes filled with a deep emotion that neither Nate, nor I, could comprehend. It was a mix of so many different emotions. First it was anger, then it was sadness, then it turned to confusion, and end the end it was a mix of all three. Then, without saying anything, he just turned and walked away.
Seeing Shane like that made me want to crawl up in the corner and die. All the feelings of love that I ever had for him were at their highest at that point. Maybe it was because I knew how he felt. I knew how it felt when he would kiss Mitchie, and every little thing inside of me would just fall apart.
The only thing that differed was that Shane was not in love with me. He couldn't be in love with me. It wasn't possible. After 10 years, he couldn't just all of a sudden begin to like me on the day that I was supposed to move. Maybe I was in denial, because I thought that I was beginning to get over Shane again, and move on to Nate. Nate. Nate Gray. My best friend. Alex's ex. How could I ever trick myself into thinking that I liked him? That wouldn't be right to do to Alex and plus, he is like my brother.
Without saying a word to Nate, I got up and walked to my room. After sitting down and thinking about the whole situation, I came to my conclusion. Soon after, I fell asleep.
The next morning when I woke up I went downstairs. Luckily, it was the first day of summer so there was no school anymore or forever, for that matter. I walked down the stairs and listened for the sounds of anyone to be up and stirring. There were no sounds. I peeked out the window as I reached the bottom of the stairs and saw that everyone's cars were gone. Everyone's but Shane's. Hoping like crazy that he was awake, I ran up to his room and knocked on his door.
"Come in." He yelled. I walked into his room and saw him sitting on his bed, not doing a thing other than that. When he saw me I could see the same look in his eyes that I had seen the night before. "What do you want?"
"I wanted to talk to you.." I said, hesitantly, as I walked over and sat beside him on the bed. I saw his body tense up when I saw down.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked, with a pleading tone.
Shane just sat there for a second. Then he started laughing. I was beginning to become very confused. "Am I mad at you?" He began, as he started laughing sarcastically. "No, I'm not mad at you. Why would I ever be mad at you? You have never done anything wrong to me. You should be the one who is mad at me, because I have hurt you so many times."
"Shane, please don't be that way. You have to give me a chance to explain." I said in a sweet tone.
"Oh, a chance to explain. A chance to explain what? To explain how you told me that you were in love with me, and have been for ten years and then you go and get a new boyfriend. That really sounds like you love me. Oh, but then he cheated on you and you came running back to me. Are you gonna explain how I have been happier than ever since you broke up with Jake and started hanging out with me again? Are you gonna explain how you told me you were in love with me after that, again? Also, please explain how when I tell you that I love you back, which is the most truthful thing I have ever said, you won't believe me. Then, you go be a little whore and kiss my brother. Yeah. Sounds like you really love me. Please, try to explain." Shane yelled as sarcastically as he could.
His words hit me like a ton of bricks. No one had ever hurt me as much as what Shane just said. I mean, calling me a whore, really? That is not something that you call you best friend, let alone someone you are "in love with". What hurt the worst is that he didn't even give me a chance to explain.
"Shane, stop acting that way. I am definitely not a whore and if you would have just given me a little time to explain before you jumped the gun and blew up on me like that, maybe your feelings would be different." I exclaimed. Shane began to say something else, but I cut in, "No, Shane. I am going to explain now. When I told you I was in love with you for the first time, it was as true as it still is today. You told me that you didn't feel the same way, that we were just best friends. What the hell was I supposed to do? Stay single for my whole life, just hoping that someday something would make you love me just as much as I love you? No, Shane. I tried out a new relationship. Yes, I did begin to love Jake but that does not mean that every second I was with him I couldn't help but wish it was you. Every time that we kissed I wished that it was your lips pressed against mine, instead of his." I stopped for a breath and Shane just looked at me with a shocked expression.
Calming down my voice a little bit, not all the way, I continued "Shane, I am so in love with you that sometimes I can't even think straight. The relationship with Jake was just one of my many tries to get you out of my head. I just wanted to be happy, and I thought that I was with Jake. Then when he cheated on me and you were there and stood up for me, I realized how stupid it was for me to even try to give someone like you up. Shane, to be honest, I don't know why I kissed Nate. It was just a spur of the moment thing. Alex and him just broke up, and you told me you were in love with me, it was probably just our emotions getting the best of us. But I can tell you one thing, that kiss meant absolutely nothing to me. Oh.. and one more thing. I am not a whore."
Before Shane could say anything else, I got up and walked out of the room and into mine once again. What was going to happen?