Defying Love MAG

May 24, 2009
By awesomeaugust GOLD, Boston, Massachusetts
awesomeaugust GOLD, Boston, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"Keep your eyes on the stars and your feet on the ground"
~Theordore Roosevelt


I didn't want to like him. He was just so charming.

This might sound like every other love story, and it may be, but it may not. If you don't read on, you'll never know.

My name is Emily Brown, which I've always been quite happy with. I think it makes me sound pleasant but ordinary, and I prefer to blend in. Now, I suppose it's only polite to tell you a bit about myself before I jump into my story. I am five feet, two inches, have brown hair that comes to my shoulders, and I am not talented in any special way. These are the basic facts of me, and I think these are all I ought to tell you.

His name was Andrew Rivers and he was perfectly wonderful in every way. When he first came to my school in twelfth grade, he was a bit eccentric and didn't fit in right away. He was into music and played the drums and the guitar, although he wasn't good at either. What he was good at was singing, and when he did, you wanted to cry and laugh and sing along with him all at once.

My name is Emily Brown and his was Andrew Rivers and I loved him.

About two months into my last year of high school, Andrew asked me out. I was surprised since I had hardly ever talked to him, but I didn't have a boyfriend, and I didn't know how to say no.

It may help you to know that at my school there were couples that were simply together for the name, and some that were together only to have a date for dances and for kissing and other such things. When Andrew asked me out I had no idea what his intentions were, and I didn't like having no idea. I'm by no means a confrontational person, but I was starting to feel offended that after I had said that I would date him, he hadn't said another word to me. So I went up to him and we had a little talk.

Me: “Hey, Andrew.”

Andrew: “Hey.”

Me: “So …”

Andrew: (annoyingly, nothing)

Me: “You asked me out.”

Andrew: (nothing again)

Me: “Why?”

Andrew: “Why'd I ask you out?”

Me: “Right.”

Andrew: “I felt like it.”

Me: (irritated) “You felt like it?”

Andrew: “That's what I said, isn't it?”

Me: (infuriated) “I'm sorry. Actually I'm not. I didn't realize you were such a jerk, and I don't want to go out with you anymore.” (I'd never dumped someone before, okay?)

Andrew: “Are you dumping me?”

Me: “What do you think?”

Andrew: “Why?”

Me: “I feel like it.”

Andrew: (smiling) “Do you like Chinese food?”

Me: “I hate it.”

Andrew: “You've never had it.”

Me: “How do you know?”

Andrew: (laughing) “I'm good at reading people.”

Me: “Well, obviously you suck, because I've had Chinese food a million times and I hated it every time.”

Andrew: “Would you like to go out with me tonight?”

Me: “You're asking me on a date?”

Andrew: “Yes.”

Me: “Read my answer.”

Andrew: “Wonderful! I'll see you tonight. Be ready by six. Ish. Sixish.”

I hated this strange boy who I'd only really talked to twice. He made me infuriated. The only problem was, I couldn't figure out if I liked that or not.

That night at sixish sharp, Andrew showed up at my doorstep. My parents have never been into meeting my boyfriends, but as I was stepping out, he stepped in. He walked right into the living room where my parents sat watching the baseball game.

When he came back out I asked, “What'd you say?”

“I told them I'd have you back by eight.”

“Ish?”

He laughed. “Nope. Just eight.”

We didn't talk much on the car ride. He had a CD playing that sounded kind of like Bob Marley, but I'd never heard the song before. It wasn't until we got there that I realized I didn't know where we were going. A small sign stood in front of the building but the name was too peeled away for me to be able to read it. What I could read was the sign beneath where the name should be, and it said, “The best Chinese cuisine for miles.”

“Chinese, huh?”

He smirked.

We walked inside and it was only then that I realized exactly how small the building was. There were little tables in the center of the room, about five of them, and a couch against one wall for sitting while you waited. As if. There was no waiting; we were the only customers. A sign read “PLEASE SEAT YOURSELF,” but I guess because of the lack of business, a waiter came over to seat us. He tried to show us to a table, but Andrew said, “Oh, no, thank you. We'll be sitting down here.”

He strolled over to the couch and at first I thought he wanted us to sit there, but then he grabbed two pillows and placed them on the ground a little way away from the tables.

I looked at him, baffled.

“Authenticity,” he said, smiling. He was always smiling.

I, personally, couldn't see how sitting on the floor was authentic.

***

There were many other dates, all very unusual. I was used to dances and movies, but with Andrew I got sunsets and local concerts. Once he took me to a bingo night that his aunt was hosting. Oddly enough, that was the night we first kissed.

I remember so clearly the day of graduation, the day I realized that Andrew and I wouldn't always be together. After we threw our hats and got our diplomas, he found me.

“End of high school, huh?” he said.

“Yeah.”

“What do you want to do, Emily?”

“With my life?”

“Sure.”

“Be with you.”

He didn't smile like I wanted him to.

“Don't you want to go to college?”

I sighed. “Want to, or have to?”

Now he smiled. “You choose.”

“I should. Go to college, I mean. I found one that'll accept me.”

There was a long pause before I said, “Andrew, what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I dunno. Do what I do best, I guess. Play my music.”

“Oh. Yeah. That's cool. See you later?”

“When would I see you?”

“I see what you mean.”

“Bye, Emily.”

“Bye.”

Thinking back, I wish I had said something better than bye. I wish I had told him that I loved him more than words could describe and that when he sang to me I felt like I was all that mattered in the world. I wanted to tell him that if he had just asked, I wouldn't have gone to college. I would have played his music with him.

I'm sitting at my computer right now, looking at a name on the screen on a website called “peoplefinder.” I want to call him and hear his voice, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid that he won't be my same Andrew.

I get a glass of cold water and sit on my couch. I picture myself having one last conversation with him.

Me: “Hey, Andrew.” (I say it so casually, just like old times.)

Andrew: “Hey, Emily.”

Me: “Why are you wearing a tie?”

Andrew: “Why shouldn't I be?”

Me: “I don't know.”

Andrew: “I have a job.”

Me: “Good.”

Andrew: “I'm a lawyer, Emily.”

Me: “That's great.”

Andrew: “You don't sound like that's great.”

Me: “Don't I?”

Andrew: “I live in an apartment in the city. I talk on the phone with other businesspeople.”

Me: “I'm proud of you.”

Andrew: “I have a diploma hanging up on the wall of my office. My office.”

Me: “Do you play music anymore, Andrew?”

Andrew: “Music.”

He looks at me as if he doesn't remember the word.

Andrew: “No, I don't play my music anymore.”

Me: “Oh.”

Me: “I loved you, Andrew.”

Andrew: “Loved? Past tense?”

Me: “I think so.”

Andrew: “I love you.”

Me: “Why'd you ask me out?”

Andrew: “I thought you were beautiful and smart, and I loved how shiny your dark brown hair was. I liked how you weren't too loud, and you didn't wear low-cut shirts like most other girls.”

Me: “I wish you'd said, ‘Because I felt like it.'”

Andrew: “Sorry.”

Me: “Me too.”

Andrew: “I have to be going.”

Me: “Yeah.”

Me: “Wait!”

Andrew: “Yes?”

Me: “I'd never had Chinese food before.”



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on Sep. 23 2011 at 8:45 am
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My Cinderella. She is real. She exists. I pray for her constantly. May God satisfy the desires of her heart, draw her close, consume her. May He claim her passions, her identity, her refuge, her hopes, her strengths and weaknesses -Adam Young

This is amazing!!

 it sounds like it belongs in Chicken Soup for the teenage soul. You should submit, it super easy. I'm sure just about everyone on this website has tried at least once.

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on Sep. 11 2011 at 7:37 pm
Rocinante SILVER, Wexford, Pennsylvania
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Totally agree with AbigailSoloranzo! And all the people who said it was great and/or cute, sweet etc...!!! :) Very good. Is it a true story? I could believe it is!

on Sep. 10 2011 at 10:23 am
AbigailSolorzano, Carrollton, Texas
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i like your way of writting, you put a lot of feelings to this. it was sincerely beautiful.

on Sep. 5 2011 at 4:41 pm
prettylittlewriter BRONZE, Villa Park, California
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Favorite Quote:
These violent delights have violent ends.

haha nice!! :) LOVE THIS SOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!! :)

on Sep. 1 2011 at 9:36 pm
shapeshifter56 GOLD, Cave Creek, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
"Instead of waiting for the storm to pass, learn to dance in the rain."
--Unknown Author

AGREED!!!! PLEASE!!!! I loved it SO much! Wait, not past tense. haha ;) I mean I LOVE it so much!

on Sep. 1 2011 at 8:36 pm
GodsGirl36 PLATINUM, Topeka, Kansas
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Favorite Quote:
Seeing isn't believing. Believing is seeing.

That was just beautiful...absolutely wonderful...you have a gift. This story was so raw and honest...it was perfect.

on Sep. 1 2011 at 5:48 pm
singinginthegardn GOLD, Cowell, Massachusetts
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"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say." ~Anaïs Nin

I have such a blur of emotions: happy, sad...etc!!!!!!! GOOD JOB <33

on Sep. 1 2011 at 3:41 pm
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Favorite Quote:
"I'd wanted to stay on that porch with him until the sun shone bright on both of us, but i didn't. I stood up and walked down the steps. I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it." from I am the Messanger by Markus Zusak.

heartbreakingly familar. raw honesty. beautiful.

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on Sep. 1 2011 at 12:50 pm
askingfish, Spotsylvania, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"Dance like there's no one watching, Love like you'll never get hurt, Sing like there's no one listening, Live like there's heaven on earth."

That was so awesome!! It's happy and sas at the same time.

on Aug. 29 2011 at 7:17 am
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I will change this every week!

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on Aug. 25 2011 at 9:08 pm
ama1013 BRONZE, Fairfield, Connecticut
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ahhh that was so good! i want to read more. 

on Aug. 24 2011 at 5:43 pm
prettylittlewriter BRONZE, Villa Park, California
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Favorite Quote:
These violent delights have violent ends.

Please, I beg of you to make a sequel!!

on Aug. 23 2011 at 6:24 pm
MusicMovement SILVER, Indianapolis, Indiana
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This is so good! I wish the conversation at the end was real though, I think it would have made it more effective. Otherwise, great job! Keep writing please! And I would love your opinion on any of my pieces if you ever get the time!

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on Aug. 22 2011 at 9:12 pm
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Wow, what a powerful piece... it was not what I expected! A strangely sad but satisfying ending, I felt this one...

on Aug. 15 2011 at 9:06 pm
Regs_the_Shorty GOLD, Frankfort, Illinois
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It was really good!!!

on Aug. 10 2011 at 10:46 pm
hersheylover SILVER, Bonney Lake, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
life isnt about finding yourself, life is about creating yourself.
"the biggest disease today isnt leprosy or tuberculosis,but rather the feeling of being unwanted." -mother teresa

honestly i cant describe how much i love that short story its like its real and i got sngged on the 1st couple of words i just wish there was more ! so many questions unanswered !!

on Aug. 10 2011 at 10:46 pm
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Favorite Quote:
"You don't need to give reasons for the things you do. Sometimes you just have to do what you want. And sometime what's messed up to everyone else is what's right for you. You have to do it and not be afraid of it."-Kristen Stewart

I absolutely LOVE this story it reminds me of someone :)

on Aug. 10 2011 at 10:35 pm
prettylittlewriter BRONZE, Villa Park, California
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Favorite Quote:
These violent delights have violent ends.

You don't even understand how much I love this story

on Aug. 10 2011 at 7:40 pm
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awww soo cute!

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This story is the reason why i joined Teenink!  I'll never forget this one <3


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