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 Feb. 12 2010 at 6:09 pm
PaRaNoRmAl627 GOLD, Mountainside, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"Do what you want. If it's something you'll regret in the morning, sleep late."

this was the best story i think ive read on this site so far. looooveeedd it :)

on Feb. 9 2010 at 1:40 pm
CamilleCasse BRONZE, Kleinbug, Other
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This was absolutley amazing. Great job.

Meli138 said...
on Feb. 8 2010 at 7:19 pm
Meli138, GP, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"Like a bird with broken wings its not how high he flies but the song he sings"
"Everybody live like its the last day you will ever see tell me tell me do you feel the pressure now?"

This was so great! You know what i really liked about it? You didnt please the readers.I mean obviously you did look at all the positive comments! What im saying is that you didnt go with the flow and create a lovey-dovey ending and make it some too-good-to-be-true love story. You were real and i liked that :) Good job! Keep writing!

on Feb. 6 2010 at 9:41 pm
slightlymad BRONZE, Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
“I can't dislike you, but I will say this to you: you haven't got long before you are all going to kill yourselves, because you are all crazy. And you can project it back at me ... but I am only what lives inside each and every one of you.”

Person in story can haz low self esteem + be desperate. i can haz cheezburger.

on Feb. 6 2010 at 10:42 am
Raeosunshine SILVER, O&#39 Fallon, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
MY favorite quote from me, "Live life outside the circle, because boxes are so boring."
And A christofer Drew quote, "spread the love; be the change."

oh my gosh! This is so amazing. It's so good.

on Feb. 5 2010 at 6:54 am
MeganAnne PLATINUM, Niskayuna, New York
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Favorite Quote:
All my life I've looked at words as if I were seeing them for the first time. ~Ernest Hemingway

Really good! Kept me hooked!

on Feb. 4 2010 at 1:21 pm
Toe_The_Line SILVER, Muscoda, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"In a field, I am the abscence of field. It's always been like that. Wherever I am, I am what is missing." - Mark Strand
"We are reading the story of our lives... we keep turning the pages, hoping for something." - Mark Strand

Wow, that was crazy good... way realistic.

on Feb. 3 2010 at 8:37 pm
truelove4ever222 SILVER, Crosby, Texas
8 articles 2 photos 15 comments

Favorite Quote:
Daughters of jerusalem, I charge you by the does and gazelles of the field; Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires. -Song of Songs 2:7

This is contmeplative. It makes you question your own chices. So tell me, am I doing right?

on Feb. 3 2010 at 8:19 pm
THEskaMuFFin BRONZE, Berthoud, Colorado
2 articles 2 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Desire is the cause for all your sickness and misery"
"When you realize how perfect everything is, you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky."
—Budha

This story really makes my heart hurt! It also slightly makes me mad. Something in the way its writen out kind of puts out that this happens and it sucks! I am a little speachless with this.

on Feb. 3 2010 at 8:10 pm
sleeplessdreamer PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"I have always wanted to write in such a way that people say, 'I have always thought that but never found the words for it.'" -anonymous

Painfully real, beautifully unique. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT! check out my work too! Honest comments are openly welcome!

on Feb. 3 2010 at 7:03 pm
SmilingFool GOLD, Merrickville, Other
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Favorite Quote:
There is no certainty, only opportunity
- V for Vendetta

Andrew sounds almost EXACTLY the same as the person I love and hate simultaneously. Very cute and real, not the tradtional happy ending ball of fluff.

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on Feb. 3 2010 at 8:49 am
This was really good!!!

on Feb. 2 2010 at 7:44 am
Lover_that_Hates DIAMOND, Reynolds, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
"She was fascinated with words. To her words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combinded with other words to create powerful spells." From: Lighting(By: Dean Koontz)

Amazing! I love love love it! atsonishing!

on Feb. 1 2010 at 4:41 pm
MsRocker SILVER, Blahblahblah, Other
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Favorite Quote:
be strong now because things will get better it might be stormy now but it cant rain forver

great job, i really want to know what happens with them!

eMiLyP GOLD said...
on Feb. 1 2010 at 4:34 pm
eMiLyP GOLD, Jeannette, Pennsylvania
13 articles 6 photos 127 comments

Favorite Quote:
Life is short; speak your mind, say what ya wanna say, and do what ya wanna do (as long as you don't get caught!).

This is so cute. Good job!

on Feb. 1 2010 at 3:05 pm
I loved this story I just can't help wondering what happened to them after this.........

on Feb. 1 2010 at 2:55 pm
iloveryoualot BRONZE, Fonda, New York
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Favorite Quote:
Life is like a box of chocolates.~ Forest Gump

This was very well written. I loved it soooo much

writerL said...
on Jan. 29 2010 at 3:56 pm
writerL, Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"Behold the turtle...he makes great progress only when he sticks his neck out."

very well written....i thoroughly enjoyed how realistic this story was. it was sad but it was also great how you can see that not everything has a happy ending...if it was a novel I would def. get it and i have a feeling it would become one of my favorites VERY quickly...do u have more?? if not you should def. write more :-)

on Jan. 29 2010 at 3:54 pm
AmazingGrace88 GOLD, Lake Oswego, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
No boys are worth your tears,
and the ones who are wont make you cry.

omg i love it!!!!! so sweet so real it was great keep it up!!!!!

on Jan. 28 2010 at 5:18 pm
SilverLuna SILVER, _________, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
"Come fairies take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame.".... W.B. Yeats.
"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss." - Douglas Adams

Wow, this was...i don't know. I think this is a thought that scares most high schoolers when they're in that first relationship. What will happen after we leave this place of commonality? I think this was a great piece. It was wonderfully and originally written. Keep writing!


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