" Hi Emery." Michael appeared beside me as I shoved my books in my locker. It had been about 5 days since Carol had talked to me about him, and it made me feel all sorts of things. Love, anger, amusement, confusion. My head spun. " Oh......hey Michael."

  He prodded me in the side. " I gotta question Miss Emery." His face was one wonderful mixture of humor and seriousness. 

  I shrugged. " Ask away, my dear idiot."

  " Why have you kind of, oh I don't know. Kinda been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong? Is it something I said?" His eyes peered into my soul. I tried not to look at him. I was so embarrassed. This was stupid.

  I fixed my eyes on him. " Oh, nothing, it's nothing at all. It's just something stupid Carol had said."

 He cocked his head. " What is it?"

  " Well.........It was just the thing of that you and I were, you know........."

 " A thing?" he suggested.

   I nodded. " Exactly. I don't know why I avoided you. I guess it just made it awkward for me, because I don't think of you like that, you know?"

Lies.......

  He laughed. " People can be so naive. I feel so much better now. I thought I hurt you in some way." He winked at me. " Don't worry, I don't think of you in that way either so you have absolutely nothing to worry about, 'kay?"

  I smiled softly. " Okay."

  I wish......

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   I pushed open the door to my home. The smell of vanilla hit me straight in the face as I flung my back pack into my room. 'I jumped onto my bed, pulled out my ipod, plugged in my headphones, and just lay there, listening. The sweet music drifting into my ears seemed to relax any stress I had. My hair was a mess, laying there. It's curls were now a frizzy frenzy. My eyes just couldn't seem to settle down. I was so jittery.

  What was wrong with me? Why was my head spinning so hard? Why was my heart racing, as if it was in a marathon? Why did I feel so happy? I just didn't understand.

  My phone buzzed. I picked it up, looked at the message.

Michael: Hey Emery, what's up?

  I texted back.

Me: Nothing much. How're you?

Michael: Doing fine. I wanted to tell you something, but it's kind of hard to explain it over a text. Can you meet me at that ice-cream place?

Me: Um, let me ask my dad, just to see if he's coming home late or not

  I switched to my dad's text.

Me: Hey dad, may I go to the ice cream place with Michael? 

  It took him a few minutes to respond. Eventually, my phone finally rang.

Dad: Why?

Me: Just to hang out. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it.

 Dad: I don't know. I'm not that sure about this Michael kid.

Me: Come on dad, you know me. You know I would never let anything dangerous happen to me. I'm smarter than that. You know me

 Dad: Well, okay...... But please be careful! I love you!

Me: Love ya too! Thank you!

  I texted Michael back.

Me: He said okay. What time you wanna go?

 My phone vibrated a few seconds later. Dang, can that guy type.

Michael: How about 4:30? I'll even buy you some of that nasty peanut butter chocolate ice cream. :D

Me: LOL, see ya then.

 I put my head back onto my soft, warm pillow, and smiled. I had about 45 minutes. I could spend the rest of that time listening to my Coldplay, writing a story. A story of love my pen wrote. A boy and a girl, who were separated. The girl looked for him constantly, but the boy was a slave to the man who owned him, and was beat everyday. Finally, the girl found him. They laughed, and they cried, kissing each other lovingly. They stayed together forever, until one day, the boy was hit by a truck, as he ran to push her out of the way...

   It was time to go.