Hopeless in Romance

Chapter 8: Hopeless In Romance

As soon as he said that, I excused myself and ran to the park, without even disagreeing with the outfit I was wearing.

I didn't care that I was wearing shorts and a ugly-looking cardigan.

I didn't care that my footwear were flip flops. My face was make-up free. My hair swaying away from my face, while I ran in the middle the day.

I didn't even care when people were giving me strange looks. I was running for my life. Literally.

My steps were fast and could be heard. I wasn't that much of a runner, but today was different. Even if my legs weren't designed for these type of things, I could feel my legs ache every second, but I have to do this. You can do it, Emma. Just run faster.

Dylan is Reed. Reed is Dylan.

How did I not think of it? He was practically putting up hints. He was basically defending himself when I told him Reed wouldn't write to me.

They want me to marry the richest girl in my school--

Reed's a really nice guy; at least when you don't reach to his nerves. He has anger issues, as people can tell. But he's cool, nonetheless.

I usually sit at the popular table. No, I'm not the playboy, nor the bad boy or the captain of football. In fact, if I tell you what, you'll already know me.

-I know that you're beautiful.

As I see the familiar-looking tree, I quicken my pace.

My heart was beating fast and I couldn't help my stomach feel a fluttering feeling. It was a good thing though.

A unfamiliar explosion in my heart could be felt. It wasn't the same feeling that I usually feel when I read those many love stories. When the guy meets the girl. When they realize they like each other. When they have their first fight, which is a test from faith, if you'll be there with each other.

When they realize they love each other.

It was my own feeling.

I started to walk when I was about a foot away from the tree. A gasp escaped my lips, as see a stack of papers, all written with words, sitting on the side of the roots. I knelt beside them and with a shaky hand, I reached for one and read, tears threatening to escape my eyes.

Dear Victoria,

Where are you? I'm sorry I couldn't reply back. Please. Come back.

-Dylan

Dear Victoria,

I miss you. It has been a week. And I need you, back. Tori, reply back. I'm sorry, okay?

-Dylan

Dear Victoria,

I miss you.

-Dylan

Dear her,

I just realized that. . . I like you. Okay, I like you. I don't care if you say that you're ugly or whatever, 'cause I know you aren't. All I know that you've been there for me, when I needed someone. And I'm too stupid to only realize it now. I'm an idiot. I fucking need you. I can't spend a day without thinking about you.

But then, while you're away, I can't help like another girl. I'm idiotic; I know. It's like you guys are the same person. Both funny and beautiful. Understanding. Perfect to me.

I miss you.

-him

Dear Emma,

I know you're Victoria. And I'm actually liking the same person at the end of the day, when I told you that I like someone else. And both people are the same the whole fucking time. But somehow, now, I'm afraid to tell you.

But you will be mine, Emma Victoria.

-Reed Dylan

I didn't realize, half-way through reading the letters, my tears couldn't help it anymore. Tears were streaming my face, as I try to erase them with my hand. He knows who I was, yet he didn't tell me. He was waiting. He kept replying to me, whether I was or was not writing.

He likes me.

I bit my lip, feeling uneasy. In a good way though. I looked up the sky, but only to see the leaves and trunks of the willow tree. Leaves were falling down to ground, swaying slowly with the wind. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, a way to calm myself down. I felt the wind hitting me, but I didn't care.

My hand was still holding unto the last note. Where he knew it was me. Where he told me I was his. Not as a piece of property though. But as his girl.

"I knew it was you all along," A calm familiar voice piped in, startling me.

I stood up and turned my body slowly, to look at the blond teenage guy who I knew that I like so goddamn much. I was his. He was mine. Nothing can change that.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

I was speechless, you can say that. I didn't know what to do. Or what to say to him. All I can do was cry. Either tears of joy or sadness.

My feelings were mixed up this time. I bit my lip, but not enough to make it bleed. But soon, I found myself running to him and into a hug.

He didn't think twice; he just lifted his hands up and hugged me back. I rested my face to his neck and I couldn't help but smell the aroma of vanilla and a scent that was unknown to me. It was his scent. And as creepy it might sound; I wanted to smell that all day.

He rested his chin on my head, just as my tears finally stopped. I stayed there for a while, thinking that life isn't so bad after all. You just have to wait. I pulled away, as I rubbed my face away from the dry tears.

He stared at me, as so did I. And for a second, I couldn't help feel a bit cliche, when I almost got lost in his ocean-like eyes. It was sparkling for some reason. But I could tell he was happy. And so was I.

And for a swift motion, he put his hands on the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. It wasn't just a peck, it was full-blown, firework-explosion, kiss. His lips were soft, against mine. He tasted like vanilla and bit of popcorn, we ate just a while ago. I felt him smile in the kiss and I just couldn't help but giggle.

And now I know, that you have to be patient. It only comes when the least you expect it. It will come. Whether you're a spoiled brat or a loner; it will come.

There will be a few mishaps here and there, but it's worth it. People might come in your way, but they're just there to test if you both are really meant for each other. And if you do happend to perfect the test; I'm sure you guys will last long. Maybe both of you will even be together 'til the end of time.

Just find the right one.

But I can't help it;

I'm Hopeless In Romance.

End.

I'm mean, but I think I like where I ended it. So no bonus chapter. Unfortunately. But I still have another story idea in store.

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