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 Nov. 4 2012 at 12:19 pm
Catthatbarks SILVER, Vancouver, Other
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that's so sad! :(  I thought they'd be together!

on Oct. 23 2012 at 3:33 pm
hugeNYRfan BRONZE, Glen Rock, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
dreams are like rainbows, only idiots chase them

beautiful! ish...

on Oct. 23 2012 at 2:20 pm
HorseFeathers151 SILVER, Amarillo, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
Actions, faces,names, and money are all forgotten in time. Words, words will last forever.

Beautiful story! Loved it! 

skittles said...
on Oct. 23 2012 at 11:24 am
i like dis its all good

Weaver said...
on Oct. 23 2012 at 8:37 am
Weaver, Sugar Land, Texas
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Really a great story. Written with true talent. Good job.

on Oct. 20 2012 at 10:23 pm
livetodie BRONZE, ---------, California
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Great story! Its adorable :)

on Oct. 8 2012 at 4:20 pm
iloveyouihateyou GOLD, Lowell, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.

i loved this! i'ts a really cute love story and i like the pic  you chose (the guy in the pic is really hot!)

AutumnJ said...
on Oct. 3 2012 at 2:00 pm
AutumnJ, Easley, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
stuff happens.. it is what it is

i loved this story !!

Mediocrenet said...
on Oct. 1 2012 at 7:03 pm
This is like so sad I wanted to cry, I could just relate. Super touching.

on Oct. 1 2012 at 4:02 pm
I loved this i hope some day i could find someone like that and btw u r an amazing writer :]

on Oct. 1 2012 at 11:42 am
Valery5 PLATINUM, Riverside, California
21 articles 1 photo 85 comments

Favorite Quote:
"To be great is to be misunderstood."
"She's got the eyes of innocence, the face of an angel, a personality of a dreamer and a smile that hides more pain than you can ever imagine."
"What's bad for your heart is good for your art."

AAAWWWWWWW i wanted to cry cuz it's soooo cute. I loved it soooo much! ! ! ! 

on Oct. 1 2012 at 11:09 am
BlueSunset BRONZE, Barcelona, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind"- Dr. Seuss

Such a lovely piece, I love it so much.

on Oct. 1 2012 at 7:39 am
Countrylife4 GOLD, Maine
11 articles 4 photos 118 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Someday soon we're gonna catch that dream we've been chasing"
"Seven days without a horse makes one weak."
"The worst part of riding is when you dismount."

Insult my clothes, I say, “Okay, thanks for the compliment.”
Insult the way I look, I say, “Thanks for notifying me.”
Mock me and say riding isn’t a sport, and I’ll say,”You say that ’cause you can’t ride.” But before you make fun of my horse, make sure you have “911″ on your speed dial.

I love this! This is sooo cute! :) Great Job!

HahnLatonya said...
on Oct. 1 2012 at 5:09 am
I think that to get the loans from creditors you should have a good reason. But, once I have received a sba loan, just because I was willing to buy a house.

Trees BRONZE said...
on Sep. 28 2012 at 6:29 pm
Trees BRONZE, Billings, Montana
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Favorite Quote:
Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die. How is that?

Aww this was amazing!  I loved the ending!

on Aug. 18 2012 at 8:39 am
Luna3952 SILVER, Lynchburg, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
All is fair in love and war.
Palsm 114
John 3:17

oh my gosh!!!!! BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!

on Jul. 17 2012 at 9:43 am
Whitehouse503 SILVER, North Waterboro, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
"In the end you should always do the right thing, even if it's hard."

this is one of the best stories I've ever read, and I say that everytime I read it. I'm going on reading it for the fifth time.

on Jul. 9 2012 at 10:30 pm
allaboutmylife PLATINUM, Miami, Florida
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this is ssooo cute i love the ending!

on Jul. 7 2012 at 8:35 pm
DayDreaamer BRONZE, Raleigh, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"Liar liar. Plants for hire!" -Patrick, from Spongebob XD

Awww this is SO cute!! :) 

But I could never be able to deal with that, I like to have a guy who I can have good conversations with and stuff. Sadly, there aren't much guys like that...

Well anyways good job, you are a great writer!! :)


on Jul. 5 2012 at 10:48 pm
PhoenixCrossing GOLD, Tinley Park, Illinois
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cute story line but style could definetely be improved. keep writing!


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