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Those Three Words (ON HOLD)

Act Like You Care

I sat there with Erik, alone, for once. It was quiet, not awkward. We both enjoyed eachother's prescence. I looked at the forms that spread across the coffee table. I can't believe that he was actually going to do this. I was so happy for him.

"How about you just go, not me, it's about you anyways." I pleaded with Erik, which was useless. He had wanted me to go with him to his draft in Canada.

"No, you're my biggest fan, and you are going. I am not doing this without my bestfriend." There goes Erik, trying to hold his ground. I let out a sigh.

"I'll think about it, but for now, I better get going. It's getting late." I said getting up grabbing my bags and homework. I started to make my way to the door.

"See you tomorrow at school. You fine walking home alone?" Erik asked as we stood by the door.

"I'm good, I only live up the street. Bye Daniel!" I hollered to the man in the kitchen, cleaning up.

"Bye Isabella." Erik's's dad replied.

"I know where you live, we've been bestfriends for almost 10 years." Erik retorted with a 'duh' voice. "Anyways, see ya'." I headed out the door.

It was a late cold September night. I made my way to my mum's house. I could see the fog from my breath. It was chilly, and I rushed up to my door. I fiddled with the keys and opened the door. I kicked off my shoes and hung my jacket on the hook. I walked by my mum who was on the couch, watching television. Nothing out of the ordinary.

I got undressed, and washed up before bed. I had laid down on the bed and thought what would happen if I decided to go to Ottawa. I mean he'd be busy with interviews and everything. He was an amazing hockey player. It was obvious that he would be going in the early rounds.

*

I got to school and ran up to Nora. I stopped in my tracks when Erik walked by with Mikaela. I glanced, and it made me remember. Erik was dating Mikaela for about 8 months now. I hated the girl, she wasn't for him. They just didn't click, and we didn't get along either. I didn't do too much talking to Erik at school. Well that was when he came to school, hockey was his life. Mikaela was always on his arm.

I hated having something for my bestfriend, knowing that definitely he didn't like me that way. I knew this because, it was a buddy thing we had. This girl meant the world to him, that I even tried to be her friend. She just simply hated my guts. I got the snide remarks from her and snobby attitude, nothing physical. Luckily.

I felt eyes looking at me, and turned over to see Rurik join me and Nora. I sheepishly smiled, because I had been staring into space. They both knew about my little secret. Rurik is Erik's other bestfriend, and he had asked about me. He doesn't like me that way, sadly.

"You have to get over him," Nora stated.

"I second that."

"Oh shush, you guys." I snapped.

I made my way to my first class. I sat down near the back, next to David.

*

It's been four days of procrastination. I hadn't given Erik an answer if I was joining him or not. I have always wanted to go to Canada. I hear so many good things about the country and their hockey. I wasn't a brave, gutsy person. I was shy, never really spoke up. I did like to have an opinion for most things.

I finished my dinner and grabbed my stuff to walk to Erik's house. I haven't seen him in a while, him and Mikaela were out all week. It was getting annoying, I started to think she was purposely doing that to keep him away from Rurik, Nora and I. I mean, she knew we had plans with him all week. I didn't mind, Rurik and Nora still wanted to hangout.

It was cold outside as it had been almost every night of the week. I grabbed a sweater only because I was in a rush to get to his house. I can't believe I just filled that out, I thought to myself.

I walked up to his house to find to figures arguing outside his house. I made out that it was Erik and Mikaela. I froze in my spot, "Erik, it's me or her!" I heard her yell while pointing at me. I was so confused.

"I'm not picking." Erik pleaded.

"Erik, I find it hard to believe that you spend so much time with her and at her house, or her at your house and you do nothing. You can't possibly just be friends!" She argued. I finally caught on what they had been arguing about.

"Mikaela, me and Erik are friends, that's it." I said just trying to convince her, she glared at me.

"Micky, I don't like Isabella that way, and never will." My heart had been shattered into pieces by those words. I felt like crying, but I had to hold it all in. I endured the pain that he had made me feel. It hurts hearing the words you never wanted to ear.

"Erik, it's either me or her." Emma repeated in a softer tone. She had just wanted a simple answer that I never thought would come.

"Izzy, I'm sorry--" That's all I remember. Those three words, that changed everything for me.

"Save it, Erik. I'm sorry for sticking around all those years, through all of your bullshit." I gave him the ticket he had handed me days ago, "I don't want to go anymore and Mikaela, if you had a problem before, I could have called off our friendship a long time ago." I walked off as Mikaela looked pleased, and Erik looked heartbroken.

It's funny how years of friendship means nothing when someones relationship crosses paths. I was so foolish thinking that some Hockey All-Star actually cared about me.

Notes

A/N: Hey hey hey! I'm the author of The Maze To Your Heart and Rhythm of Love! It no longer lets me log into my account, so I had to make a new one. I will soon put up my old stories and continue posting them on here.

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