Oxford Comma,
You left me.
'Oh, shit!' I thought looking at the clock. It was 4:15 and I only had a couple of feet to go until I reached the place me and Joshua were supposed to meet. I clicked my heels nervously, but soon stopped. It didn't help me anyways, and the moms started to look at me in a very annoyed fashion.
"Humph. Maybe when I'll join your club I'll understand." I mumbled under my breath. I took my cellphone out of my pocket and looked at the clock. Where was Joshua?
Suddenly, I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I knew exactly who that was. Only he could touch me like that.
"Twylor?" He said. There was something in his voice, that was reserved, shy almost. This certainly wasn't the Joshua I met a long time ago, the infamous boy who got every girl swooning over him. Including me.
"Yes?" I replied. I didn't know what to say to him. The shock, the intensity, the feelings surrounding us were just..surreal. I felt like I was floating. Just looking into those blue eyes made my day. Just another chance, that was all I needed. All he needed. Without any words said, he took my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, and sat down on a bench. He pecked my cheek, and then squeezed my hands.
"What's wrong, Joshua?" I asked concerned. There was something going on, I could feel it. It was chocking me and invading the space between us. "Is there anything wrong?" I asked him again.
He looked down, and didn't say a thing. This man seemed but a boy in front of me right now. I've never seen him so broken, so..torn. None of us said a word. I took my hands out of his and carefully started to trace the bags under his eyes, proof he hadn't slept in a while. He closed his eyes, and leaned into my hands, enjoying the touch. I then proceeded tracing my fingers along his cheeks and mouth, which seemed bruised. He slightly flinched as I felt the bruise and then traced my fingers down his arm, until I reached his knuckles. They were swollen and bloody. He opened his eyes and I got my first, real chance to gaze into them. I hadn't misinterpreted. He was broken. His eyes were just, empty. Empty of any feelings of love, happiness, emotions in general. All I could see in him was sadness and emptiness.
"What's happened to you Joshua? Where are you?" I mumbled into his neck as I embraced him. Tears started falling out of my eyes, against my cheeks and onto his neck. Just seeing him like this made me realize that he was going to do something. Something he would regret. And I, too.
None of us said a word. We just stood in that embrace for a good amount of time. But I needed to see his face, I needed to remember. Remember what it was like being with him. The good times, the awkward conversations, the cheering up, the fun, the secrets, the misery. He broke the embrace and scooted away. My eyes fell, but he returned and cupped my cheeks.
"Listen to me Twylor." he started. "I've got something to tell you. Promise me that you're going to stay. Promise me that you'll listen until the end. Promise me that you'll talk to me. Just..promise me that you'll still love me." His voice broke a couple of times, each time he played it like it was because of coughing. But I knew what it was. I knew better.
"Okay." I said. I waited for him to tell me what he wanted to tell me. This boy, I didn't know. This boy was dressed in black skinny jeans, black patent boots, gray V neck and black fedora. The Joshua I knew, was somewhere hidden from me.
He took in a big breath of air and started saying: "After that conversation, I realized I fucked up. Bad. But I couldn't come back and pretend like nothing went wrong. I just didn't know how to address it. Chicks are good with this shit. Then I broke off contact. I started thinking that you didn't want to talk to me anymore, so I didn't pick up the phone or answer the messages. I was too afraid of seeing that you've moved on." He sighed and continued. " Then, I started living like myself, my old self. I fucked up." He said looking down.
My heart started to sink. I was fearing the worst and already had different ideas coming in my head. I didn't want to think about what I knew.
"What are you talking about? What did you do?" I asked him sobbing. He didn't even look in my eyes and stood silent for a minute.
"I cheated." He stated. My heart broke.But I still wanted to hear the rest. Who knew I was so masochistic?
"Multiple times. They were just random girls coming up to me, they meant nothing." He stated. How could this make me feel better? I felt like I cheated when I merely talked/flirted with Landon. Now he tells me he actually cheated? As in I-had-sex-with-another-girl cheating? No way.
"What?" I asked. My anger flared. "You, you good for nothing bastard! I ought to slap the living shit out of you. But I can't. I just pity you." I said crying. "You moron, I was coming back to you. I was willing to give you another chance." I said getting up. He quickly grabbed my hand, and I landed into his lap. I fought to get away from him, but just ended up crying in his chest. I felt like a 4 year old all over again. Helpless and breakable.
With the last breath I had, I only uttered three words: "Was it good?". He looked at me shocked and released me. I walked away and went to Ryan's house. Ryan was a good friend of mine, like my brother, actually. We haven't talked in a while and this was going to end tonight.
A shirtless blond with a skater cut opened the door. Ripped gray skinny jeans, black Chucks. Messy hair, sleepy green eyes, lip piercing. He looked me up and down.
"Ryan?" I asked. He smirked.
Ryan P.O.V
' Twylor, huh? Such a good fuck, look-a-like. Maybe you are.'
"Humph. Maybe when I'll join your club I'll understand." I mumbled under my breath. I took my cellphone out of my pocket and looked at the clock. Where was Joshua?
Suddenly, I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I knew exactly who that was. Only he could touch me like that.
"Twylor?" He said. There was something in his voice, that was reserved, shy almost. This certainly wasn't the Joshua I met a long time ago, the infamous boy who got every girl swooning over him. Including me.
"Yes?" I replied. I didn't know what to say to him. The shock, the intensity, the feelings surrounding us were just..surreal. I felt like I was floating. Just looking into those blue eyes made my day. Just another chance, that was all I needed. All he needed. Without any words said, he took my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, and sat down on a bench. He pecked my cheek, and then squeezed my hands.
"What's wrong, Joshua?" I asked concerned. There was something going on, I could feel it. It was chocking me and invading the space between us. "Is there anything wrong?" I asked him again.
He looked down, and didn't say a thing. This man seemed but a boy in front of me right now. I've never seen him so broken, so..torn. None of us said a word. I took my hands out of his and carefully started to trace the bags under his eyes, proof he hadn't slept in a while. He closed his eyes, and leaned into my hands, enjoying the touch. I then proceeded tracing my fingers along his cheeks and mouth, which seemed bruised. He slightly flinched as I felt the bruise and then traced my fingers down his arm, until I reached his knuckles. They were swollen and bloody. He opened his eyes and I got my first, real chance to gaze into them. I hadn't misinterpreted. He was broken. His eyes were just, empty. Empty of any feelings of love, happiness, emotions in general. All I could see in him was sadness and emptiness.
"What's happened to you Joshua? Where are you?" I mumbled into his neck as I embraced him. Tears started falling out of my eyes, against my cheeks and onto his neck. Just seeing him like this made me realize that he was going to do something. Something he would regret. And I, too.
None of us said a word. We just stood in that embrace for a good amount of time. But I needed to see his face, I needed to remember. Remember what it was like being with him. The good times, the awkward conversations, the cheering up, the fun, the secrets, the misery. He broke the embrace and scooted away. My eyes fell, but he returned and cupped my cheeks.
"Listen to me Twylor." he started. "I've got something to tell you. Promise me that you're going to stay. Promise me that you'll listen until the end. Promise me that you'll talk to me. Just..promise me that you'll still love me." His voice broke a couple of times, each time he played it like it was because of coughing. But I knew what it was. I knew better.
"Okay." I said. I waited for him to tell me what he wanted to tell me. This boy, I didn't know. This boy was dressed in black skinny jeans, black patent boots, gray V neck and black fedora. The Joshua I knew, was somewhere hidden from me.
He took in a big breath of air and started saying: "After that conversation, I realized I fucked up. Bad. But I couldn't come back and pretend like nothing went wrong. I just didn't know how to address it. Chicks are good with this shit. Then I broke off contact. I started thinking that you didn't want to talk to me anymore, so I didn't pick up the phone or answer the messages. I was too afraid of seeing that you've moved on." He sighed and continued. " Then, I started living like myself, my old self. I fucked up." He said looking down.
My heart started to sink. I was fearing the worst and already had different ideas coming in my head. I didn't want to think about what I knew.
"What are you talking about? What did you do?" I asked him sobbing. He didn't even look in my eyes and stood silent for a minute.
"I cheated." He stated. My heart broke.But I still wanted to hear the rest. Who knew I was so masochistic?
"Multiple times. They were just random girls coming up to me, they meant nothing." He stated. How could this make me feel better? I felt like I cheated when I merely talked/flirted with Landon. Now he tells me he actually cheated? As in I-had-sex-with-another-girl cheating? No way.
"What?" I asked. My anger flared. "You, you good for nothing bastard! I ought to slap the living shit out of you. But I can't. I just pity you." I said crying. "You moron, I was coming back to you. I was willing to give you another chance." I said getting up. He quickly grabbed my hand, and I landed into his lap. I fought to get away from him, but just ended up crying in his chest. I felt like a 4 year old all over again. Helpless and breakable.
With the last breath I had, I only uttered three words: "Was it good?". He looked at me shocked and released me. I walked away and went to Ryan's house. Ryan was a good friend of mine, like my brother, actually. We haven't talked in a while and this was going to end tonight.
A shirtless blond with a skater cut opened the door. Ripped gray skinny jeans, black Chucks. Messy hair, sleepy green eyes, lip piercing. He looked me up and down.
"Ryan?" I asked. He smirked.
Ryan P.O.V
' Twylor, huh? Such a good fuck, look-a-like. Maybe you are.'