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Broken Smiles Part 4
Romance
 Created on 6-1-07
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Part 4
Aria’s P.O.V.
I’ve listened to this message six times now. I’ve come up with I liked, I loaned, I live and the last one, I love. It was his fault we broke up. He wanted to, not me. Boys suck. I’ve been ready to cry for hours. I almost broke down a couple of hours ago, but he was the one that taught me not to cry over a boy.
I’m walking down the street, trying to cool my head. There’s a car down the road parked by my yard. It’s red and it looks just like his. I miss that car. I approach it, wondering what rich guy parked it there. I saw somebody with their head bent against the steering wheel, deep in thought.
“Jack?”
Jack’s P.O.V.
I went to her window and called for her. I yelled and yelled, yet she wouldn’t come. I bet she hates me. I’m sitting in my bright red car, my head angled against the steering wheel, looking down at the hands she once held.
“Jack?” I jerked my head up so fast, it’s amazing that I didn’t get whiplash. I see Aria standing there; tears have spilled over her cold blue eyes. I miss her. I realize that we’ve just been staring at each other for a long time. I try to smile at her, I try to seem like I don’t care and that we’re just friends, but I fail and when I say fail, I mean it.
“Aria.” I whisper, so soft even I can barely hear it.
“Jack, I miss you.” She said as she climbed into the passenger’s seat in my car.
Aria’s P.O.V.
I’ve listened to this message six times now. I’ve come up with I liked, I loaned, I live and the last one, I love. It was his fault we broke up. He wanted to, not me. Boys suck. I’ve been ready to cry for hours. I almost broke down a couple of hours ago, but he was the one that taught me not to cry over a boy.
I’m walking down the street, trying to cool my head. There’s a car down the road parked by my yard. It’s red and it looks just like his. I miss that car. I approach it, wondering what rich guy parked it there. I saw somebody with their head bent against the steering wheel, deep in thought.
“Jack?”
Jack’s P.O.V.
I went to her window and called for her. I yelled and yelled, yet she wouldn’t come. I bet she hates me. I’m sitting in my bright red car, my head angled against the steering wheel, looking down at the hands she once held.
“Jack?” I jerked my head up so fast, it’s amazing that I didn’t get whiplash. I see Aria standing there; tears have spilled over her cold blue eyes. I miss her. I realize that we’ve just been staring at each other for a long time. I try to smile at her, I try to seem like I don’t care and that we’re just friends, but I fail and when I say fail, I mean it.
“Aria.” I whisper, so soft even I can barely hear it.
“Jack, I miss you.” She said as she climbed into the passenger’s seat in my car.
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Please Login to post comments| On June 4th 2007 dbend2001 Said : | |
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Story getting interesting everytime |
| On June 3rd 2007 prettyJennie1 Said : | |
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If you see anything wrong, I'd appreciate your criticism. If not, I'd appreciate a rating! Thank you guys so much! |
