Defying Love This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

May 24, 2009
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.”


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.


“What do you want to do, Emily?”

“With my life?”


“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.”


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.”

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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Spazzmine said...
Oct. 6, 2010 at 3:22 am
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shedevil replied...
Oct. 6, 2010 at 7:41 am
I like this a lot! You dont expect it to end this way, definately one of the best articles!
shy3452 said...
Oct. 4, 2010 at 8:05 pm
same!!! i wanna know what happens next!!! :D
GemValley250 said...
Sept. 24, 2010 at 3:30 pm

that was reeeeaaaallllllllyyyyyy good! I reaaaaallllllllllllllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiii enjoyed it, you are very talented!

I'm sorry, did I put to much emphasise on the really bit?

Gothgirl said...
Sept. 15, 2010 at 11:57 am
That was great i really enjoyed reading it.
freewriter_123 said...
Sept. 14, 2010 at 7:36 pm
awww! that was so cute! I love it so much. If anybody can ready my stories and tell me what you think plz! :)
waywithwords said...
Sept. 14, 2010 at 5:15 pm
love this!
Zaniarah said...
Sept. 14, 2010 at 3:56 pm
I like this alot. It ends how you least expect, which makes a story perfect most of the time. Please keep writing so I'll have more people to look up to as a new writer.
aimeeeloveee said...
Sept. 14, 2010 at 7:39 am

This is really cute.

You can deffinatly get caught up in reading it. (:


yvonne2012 said...
Sept. 5, 2010 at 6:45 pm
its cute...but i wanna knw wat happens next!! lol
Ninz59 said...
Aug. 31, 2010 at 4:50 pm

Loved it. 

Please check my work out too!

Forever_beautiful said...
Aug. 31, 2010 at 12:02 pm
It is so cute!! :) I love it. great job :D
justbreathe.... said...
Aug. 21, 2010 at 4:43 pm
I've read this article twice and each time I have cried. It's amazing. I love it.
TerraTAZz said...
Aug. 8, 2010 at 10:24 pm
I couldn't possibly say anything that hasnt already been said, so ill comment with one thing :)
nightingle said...
Aug. 8, 2010 at 9:24 am
Of all the articles and poems I have ever read on TeenInk,this is the best.I dont have words to describe.Its fiction though...if it would have been nonfiction then I would have loved it even more.
Mandinova said...
Aug. 6, 2010 at 5:38 pm
I freaking loved this . it was  AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
pinkypromise23 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 4, 2010 at 6:35 pm
DiamondsIntheGrass This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 1, 2010 at 11:08 am

i agree with Sammmmmmmmmmm (did i get the amount of m's right?) this si a beautiful peice.  sounds so light, but also seems to dig so deep. 

can you take a look at my work? i would like some comments/ constructive critisizm.

Sammmmmmmm replied...
Aug. 1, 2010 at 9:50 pm
i think your amount of M's is just fine ;) hahaha i saw that and had to reply. aboslutely love this piece though :)
Sammmmmmmm said...
Jul. 31, 2010 at 8:56 pm
this was so bittersweet, i loved it.!
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