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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Sammmmmmmm said...
Jul. 31, 2010 at 8:56 pm
this was so bittersweet, i loved it.!
Emilia901 replied...
Aug. 1, 2010 at 8:20 pm
I know right! I had expected them to like reconnect and fall in love all over again but either way the story was beautiful. =^_^=
Sammmmmmmm replied...
Aug. 1, 2010 at 9:49 pm
definitely.! i was sad for it to end.! i want more.!
Babylufin said...
Jul. 25, 2010 at 7:23 pm

Wow, that hit home. Very deep. Very good. I liked it. :)

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Macx14 said...
Jul. 21, 2010 at 6:38 am
Very cute!
V-ballChick said...
Jul. 20, 2010 at 2:09 pm
Absoulutly loved it! sorry i'm a terrible speller! But it was great i couldn't stop  smiling!
JohnnyDeppLover123 said...
Jul. 18, 2010 at 8:52 pm
aw that was so sweet.... <333
Jennifer C. said...
Jul. 13, 2010 at 7:16 pm
The conversations make me smile. You really write :)
LastChapter said...
Jul. 10, 2010 at 3:06 pm
woah dude. like, why aren't you published? that was amazing. totally caught me off guard.
CyndiDarling. said...
Jul. 10, 2010 at 2:57 pm
MeganSeesStars This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 10, 2010 at 12:51 pm
country_girlx14 said...
Jul. 10, 2010 at 12:21 pm
amazing....thats all i can say
irrara12 said...
Jun. 18, 2010 at 3:52 pm
Great ending.
annexgrey This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 18, 2010 at 4:23 am

That was so sweet!

I especially love to dialog that you have. 

It's fantastic. :)

gymbabe This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 13, 2010 at 5:17 pm

AWW, that was really cute and sweet.  It was also really funny, I like their "conversations."  You did an awesome job.

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swimster23 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 5, 2010 at 9:17 pm
PERFECT.  you should probably add more detalis during the year though, because it's like they met in approximately November, and you only describe one date throughout the whole school year.  let the readers get attached to Emily and Andrew and DON'T RUSH!  :)  This could be the start of something great!!
sambo replied...
Jun. 18, 2010 at 11:42 am
Exactly what I was thinking!  Don't rush!  This is beautiful, and you've got the emotions there.  Elaborate more.  I'm left feeling unsatisfied with what I know about their feelings.  And the dialogue is a bit vague....
awesomeaugust This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jun. 19, 2010 at 9:32 pm

Thansk for the feedback! My thoughts behind the lack of detail were to make it a little mroe mysterious and so if peoplae read it that weren't big on "mushy stuff" they'd still enjoy it but I can definitely see hwo it could feeel to vague. Thanks again!


MoonGem said...
Jun. 5, 2010 at 12:43 am
I have a guy just like that at my school! 0.0.
dancingdaisies said...
May 30, 2010 at 8:12 pm
aww that was so uberliciously cute. i wish i had a boyfriend!!!!
Miara said...
May 27, 2010 at 5:42 pm
Interesting.  Not the kind of stuff I would normally read, but it was interesting.
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