Our Love Story

I heard Bella get up, and go downstairs. I sighed, and rolled over. I felt horrible, angry, depressed, stupid, idiotic, retarded, moronic, lame, dumb, pissed off, mad, sad, and anything else like that.

I still couldn't believe what Joe had done. It made me feel so used. And nothing could fix that.

I sighed again, then sat up. I still couldn't sleep, so I stood up, and walked to my closet. I dragged out an old guitar from when I was twelve. It was covered with dust, so I blew on it. Dust flew everywhere, causing me to cough. Loudly.

I grabbed one of the shirts from under my bed, and wiped off the guitar. It was a lame one. It was red, with orange flames all over it, along with black marker scribbles from me trying to make it cooler. It didn't work.

I looked over the scribbles, trying to see what I had written.

This is me, can't ignore it! Reaching out, breaking free! Constantly falling forward! Yeah, I'm just going for it! This is me!

I smiled at the lyrics, and tried to make something that went with it. I strummed my guitar, and closed my eyes.

"Everyone has got a secret side
A winding path up to
A door that's open wide
You think you know me
But I'm changing all the time

Cause if I wanna be sweet
If I wanna be wild
If I wanna cry like a child
If I pick up the world
Its a ball in my hand
I guess that's just who I am

This is me, can't ignore it
Reaching out, breaking free
Constantly falling forward
Yeah, I'm just going for it
This is me

Sometimes life is a confusing thing
When I talk it seems like no one's listening
Try to be an angel, but I just can't find my wings

'Cause I wanna be sweet
But I wanna be wild
And I wanna find my own style
So I make a mistake, then I do it again
But I do it the best that I can

This is me, can't ignore it
Reaching out, breaking free
Constantly falling forward
Yeah, I'm just going for it
This is me

What you see
No more than I can be...

This is me, can't ignore it
Reaching out, breaking free
Constantly falling forward
Yeah, I'm just going for it
This is me

Can't ignore it
Reaching out, breaking free
Constantly falling forward
Yeah, I'm just going for it
This is me

Can't ignore it...
Breaking free...
Falling forward
Yeah, I'm just going for it
This is me..." I sang, smiling still. I sighed, and opened my eyes to see someone I knew all to well.

"Alex, I'm sorry." He said. I glared at him, and backed up.

"Leave me alone." I muttered, still gripping my guitar. He came closer to me, only to make me back up more.

"If you don't leave me alone, I'll call Chase." I hissed. He had a look of hurt over his face.

"Alex, please." He said, coming closer. I continued to glare daggers at him.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed, swinging my guitar at him. I hadn't meant to, I meant to slap him, but I forgot about the guitar.

He put his arm up to protect his face, which was probably smart.

"Alex." He mumbled, looking down at the shattered pieces of guitar. I gasped, realizing what I did.

"Joe, I'm sor--" He cut me off, by covering my mouth.

"Save it. You've made your point." He said. I tried to speak again, but he covered my mouth again. He waited for a minute, then walked out of my room, slamming the door shut on his way out. I slowly sank to my knees, and buried my head in my hands.

"Alex! What are you screaming ab--Hey dude? ... About?" Chase shouted, running to my room.