The Solitary Girl

She once told me that you can never change anyone- people only evolve as time progresses and when society sets new standards. She won't admit she's reconsidering this theory of hers now. Trailer Credit: HSxox_ (with a check mark)


10. 8

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No one and nothing. I'm getting old and grumpy OR I'm just way too lazy.



"Did you see that little boy?"

"What little boy?"

"There was a little boy with a plush Sponge Bob."

"No, I didn't see him."

"Well, he looked so cute. He wouldn't let go of it like it was his best friend or something."

I smiled remembering when I used to have a stuffed rabbit when I was smaller. My dad bought it before he knew he was having a baby boy, and I never let it out of my sight. If I remember correctly, it is on my bed back in Gaylord.....

"I have a stuffed Baby Bop that I loved."

"Baby Bop from Barney and Friends, really?"

"Yes Niall, I used to watch Barney." I chuckled and Hailee tried to glare at me, but she laughed with me.

"I used to watch Barney, too. Not as much as the Teletubies, but I watched it." That made her really laugh.

"No way? I'm pretty sure you liked Dipsy or Tinky-Winky."

"I don't even remember the names."

"Sure," Hailee grinned. I rolled my eyes at her.

"Hey, you never said what your favorite stuffed toy was."

"I'm a boy, I didn't have a stuffed toy. I was too busy playing with my toy soldiers and Buzz Lightyear." I answered, not really lying because I did have toy soldiers and a Buzz I would play with. I had even written my name on the bottom of Buzz's foot with a permanent black marker. He's in a box that's in my room's closet back in Gaylord...

"Really? Not even a stuffed bear?"

"If I tell you, promise you won't laugh."

"It's not a unicorn, is it?"


"It's not pink or girly, is it?"

"I had a bunny. He was brown and I called him Cotton because his tail was white and looked like a cotton ball that matched this white spot he had on his left eye."

"Really? You had a stuffed bunny?"

"My, um, dad thought I was going to be a girl."

"Oh, I think it's sorta sweet though." Hailee smiled and I felt less embarrassed about my confession.

"I should get going, I have to pick up some groceries on my way home."

"Yeah, of course. You're my only friend who lives by himself already. You're the same age, but it's like you're older."

"Obviously I'm older because I don't have a Baby Bop." I teased. Luckily, Hailee doesn't know I still have Cotton and Buzz Lightyear.

Hailee stuck her tongue out at me before I walked out of Rocky's. I didn't forget that Hailee had called me her friend. It took about a month, but I finally made a friend and have a decent job that I enjoy. As I had told Hailee, I drove to the grocery store by the apartments and picked up a few necessities before reaching my apartment. I couldn't get over Hailee's favorite plush and hoped my dad didn't give Cotton away.


"Damn it, can you just leave me alone?" Emily yelled, causing me to let out a heavy sigh. I barely get home after work and a quick stop to the store, and Emily is having another go at someone. I'm starting to believe she just has anger issues.

"Why, you're always alone!"

"Maybe because I want to be!"

"You're stupid then!"

"Fuck off already!" There was a moment of silence and I debated whether I should walk up the stairs.

"You should stop hiding like some hermit. You know, I hope you fucking die alone and painfully."

I instantly became angry and infuriated at this guy. Why is he yelling at Emily like that for? Who the hell does he think he is? I walked up the stairs quickly before Emily would walk away from the scene and into her room as she always does. She never finishes an argument but gets to have the last say in it. As soon as I came up, Emily retorted.

"Fuck you!" Emily yelled as if those were the only two words she knew that were a suitable comeback.

I looked at the back of the guy almost feeling guilty he was the one standing in front of Emily. If I were him, I would be petrified to say the least. But he's a jerk, and I would never feel sorry for him. Anger was still coursing through me and I felt it was my turn to chew him out.

"What is going on?" I asked with my voice raised high enough to catch their attention.

"Who are you?" The guy asked.

"Who are you?" I mocked.

"Damn it Niall, just go to your apartment. Your milk is going to be warm." That's the second time I've heard her say my name, but there's no time to feel any amount of bliss from it.

"Who is he?" I asked. The guy glared at me but I couldn't care less at the moment while I focused on Emily.

"Not a problem, just go to your-"

"No, this happens at least three times a week. I'm getting sick of hearing you yell your head off all the time. If there's something wrong, let me help you with it. If this guy is bothering you for whatever reason, let me deal with him."

"There's nothing you can do, Niall. Trust me-"

"Emily, please-"

"Just stop it, Niall!" She yelled at me. I felt heat rising to my cheeks. I wasn't expecting her to yell at me like that.

"And you, I hate you! I hate you so fucking much." Emily's voice cracked as she fumed at the guy. I wouldn't doubt her throat is dry.

As soon as Emily had finished, she slowly began to fall apart. I had a hunch she was going to cry, but I never had a chance to see a tear slip. She had already ran to her apartment with the sound of her lock being the last I heard of her. I glared at the guy who was now stupidly staring at her door.

"She's fucking mentally insane." He muttered out loud.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Kurt, and now I'm gone." He answered and headed to the stairs. I wanted to yell at him, giving him a piece of my mind, but I knew the smart option would be to let him leave.

"Unbelievable," I said under my breath while I walked to my door.


The first thing I did was put my groceries away. After that, I sat on the couch and tried to think about Emily. How does she know Kurt? Who is Kurt? Why were they arguing? Why does she always argue? I would've asked myself more questions, but a knock on my door stopped me. I didn't pay any attention to it because it's not like I know anyone who's going to visit me. It's possible they have the wrong apartment. After the fourth knock, I answered the door.

"Hi," Emily stood in front of me, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say she's shy for some reason. She wouldn't look up at me and stared at her black Converse.

"Hi, is there something wrong?" Maybe I shouldn't have asked so suddenly, but this must be some joke because there's no way Emily is here right now.

"I-I wanted to say thank you and... I don't hate you... as much as I hate everyone else."

"Why are you-"

"I know you're always thinking and trying to figure me out. Can't you come up with reason why?"

"Yes, but I don't know-"

"May come in?" Emily finally looked up to me and when I looked in her eyes, I knew she had cried. She looked like she needed to talk to someone and I'd be an ass if I didn't let her inside.

"Of course," I stepped aside and watched Emily walk inside my apartment knowing very well this isn't going to end nicely. She's in my home.

"What were you doing before I came?" Emily asked after sitting on the couch. I joined her before answering.

"Sitting here,"

"That's it?"

"I was going to watch something." She looked away from me and I still tried really hard to figure out why she was here.

"You said... You said you'd help if there's something wrong."

"Yes, I did. It's annoying that you're always arguing with someone."

"I told you, I don't like people."

"I don't know why you wouldn't. You don't care about anyone?"

"Why should I? And don't bring up homeless people, those who are starving or worse off than me because I don't care about them, too."

"You sound like a Scrooge."

"I'm not selfish, well I am."

"Then why?"

"I see it differently. The world will still revolve around the sun, so why should I care about anyone or anything on it? I'm pretty sure there will always be people oppressed and starving."

"You don't really believe that. There has to be one person you care about."

"There really isn't. But back to what I was saying, you said you'd help."

"What's wrong?"

Emily looked back at me and frowned. It's like she's upset that I don't know. How would I know? She's not arguing with someone or in a mess- that I know of.

"Do you really want me to answer that question? I'm pretty sure everyone you've talked here has told you. I bet Kurt even said something about me to you."

"Wait, you believe them?"

"And why don't you?"

"Because I know it's not true."

"See, I don't get that. I don't get how you think I'm as normal as the next the person you see. I know I'm not normal. I think we've established that already."

"Is this about me changing you, because we've established I can't change people."

"I know you can't change people, I haven't forgotten. I just... I think I'm lonely and am sick of it now."


"If you're going to make some smart-ass comment, I suggest you keep it to yourself."

"No, I'm just surprised you realized this and admitted it."

"You said I'm not as bad as everyone, including myself, portray me to be."

I never thought I'd hear her quote me and twice, too. I always thought she never listens. I'm no better than the people I've talked to.

"So where are you going with all this? I still don't know why you decided to come over."

"You aren't listening. I'm asking myself that same question now because I thought I would be able to talk to you. It's kind of hard to distance myself from you if you're always showing up and talking to me. Come to think of it, you never listen."

"So, are you asking to be my friend?"

"Did I say that?"

"No, but-"

"I knew this was stupid." Emily said as she got up and walked to my door. I knew this wasn't going to end nicely.

"Emily, please,"

"Bye, I don't plan on talking to you again."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

I was frozen when my door slammed shut. I didn't follow her and went back to the couch. It was like Emily had never came over if I didn't have the memory replaying over and over again. I groaned and looked at the spot where she sat. I was so close; I was so close in untangling her web. I should've followed her because I already miss her. I had finally found the right words to say, and then I screwed it up. She'll be back; I know she'll be back.


Well, this was a crazy chapter! Idk, I wish they talked...

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