Iris Renee and Hayden Crawford, two girls who just wanted to love... but it can never be that simple. Love.Hurts.


3. "She is Never going to Call Me."



          We talked for a while, I told her about my child hood, school, love life, you know just normal stuff.  We sat on     the couch, then we eventually made some breakfast. She just listened very intently, never looked bored or tired, she just listened… to every key detail.

    “So… Not hungry I guess?” I said while looking at her plate, she barley ate any of her eggs and took one bite her        toast.

   “No, I’m not a breakfast person.” She replied

   “Well, see that’s a good thing for me to know. Now it’s your turn to tell me about you.” I said while giving her a         smirk.

   “Okay, well…” she started talking and telling me about her family and recent jobs and her childhood, and this went on for a while.

          I looked over at the clock on the stove; 10:27 am.

   “Shit… I’m so sorry, but I really have to go.” I interrupted her in the middle of her life’s story.

   “Why? Do you have to go somewhere? Do you need a ride?”, she asked very eager to do so.

   “Um… Yeah I’m late for work, and No I’m fine I’ll just use my bus pass.” I answered hoping she would believe me.

   “Oh Okay then, are you sure you don’t want a ride?”

   “Yeah I’m fine, thanks for taking care of me and helping me and everything.”

   “No, you don’t need to thank me. Any decent person would have done the same thing.”

   “Well, thanks again.” I looked over at the clock again scared of what the time might be.

   “I need to go” I said turning to leave.



       “Hey! Are you okay?” I said while putting my hand on her shoulder. She was shaking.

       “Yeah, I’m fine I just really need to go.” She said with a quiver in her voice.

        I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a pen and ripped of a piece of paper and wrote down my number really   quickly, and ran back into the hall to catch her walking out the door but stopped her just in time.

      “Wait! Here, take this and call me if you need anything or if you just want to talk okay?” I said to her with concern knowing something wasn’t right.

      “…. Okay.” She said taking the paper from my hand and walking out the door.

          I closed the door behind her and turned around leaning against it. *Something wasn’t right I just know it, I want to find out what’s going on but… in all reality we really are just strangers. I feel like I’ve known her all my life.*

          I slid down the door and sat on the floor…

     “She is never going to call me.” 

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