Have+You+Ever+Been+In+Love?

Here's a story I've kept in a binder for quite some time. I feel confident enough to post this up and get all of your opinions. 10-30-11 __Have You Ever Been In Love? __ Chapter 1

His eyes sparkled with this glow as the light hit them. His smile was sparkling white, whiter than the dress I was wearing. He seemed like the only one who had a great time. I blew my chance to ask him out... I tried to wipe that thought away as I walked down the beach, the only place where I could think straight. My friends told me to ask him out, but he had a girlfriend already. That tore me apart. I got pretty just to know he had a girlfriend. My thoughts were so jumbled, I didn't realize I bumped into someone. "Oh, sorry." "LiAnn? Is that really you?" A familiar voice said. I focused my vision to see that it was the guy who broke my heart. "Hi Jason. Long time no see huh?" "Yeah. So what brings you here?" "Well, not swimming in the water, that's for sure," I snorted. That made him smile. "No, but seriously. I just came here to untangle some thoughts that got jumbled," I explained. I scratched my head. "I haven't been myself for awhile." "Yeah, I've noticed. You seem to look depressed at school." At least he know I exist. "Well, why are you here?" I asked, trying to avert the subject. "Jessica dumped me today," he muttered. "I just needed to spend some time alone." "Oh, I'm sorry that you got dumped and that I barged in on your alone time." “Really? I thought I bumped into you.” “No, I’m pretty sure I did. Well, it doesn’t matter because we were both sidetracked to even pay attention. I’m glad I bumped into you. If it were some fat lady in a bathing suit, I would have been mortified.” Now //that// made him laugh. He gestured for me to sit down next to him in the sand. “One quick question. Why aren’t you this fun at school?” “Oh I am. Just around my circle of friends though. I’m only comfortable with Elina, Kate, and Charlotte. It’s just that I don’t want to be a goofball,” I turn to look at him, “like you.” I smiled. “Geez, do you have to hurt a guy’s feelings more?” He really didn’t say it like he meant it because he smiled. “How can I? You’re wearing stuff that makes you look like you just woke up.” “But in an attractive way right?” I flicked sand at him. “I’m taking that as a yes.” “Jerk! You’re so full of yourself.” “You’re sure about that? How would //you// know that?” “One, you just asked me if you looked hot. Two, you always look in a mirror or window. Three, you only care about what you think. Four, ---” “I’m not any of those, except for number one.” “How do //I// know that?” Jason was about to say something but stopped and smiled. “You’re good.” "Good at what? Good at arguing or good at finding the truth?" "Both. Hey, could I have your number?" "I thought you already had it after you and Marco prank called me." "Yeah we did call you, but I didn't get your number." "So you admit calling me? Anyway, just give me your phone and I'll plug it in." "Say cheese." "What?" "Say cheese. I'm going to take your picture." "Ugh! Fine." I fixed my hair and smiled. "Done. Check it out." He showed me the picture for my approval and I nodded. "Now it's my turn. Name please." "Seriously?" I gave him a cold, hard stare. "Fine. Jason. Here's my phone number." He handed me a card. "Picture time. Smile." Jason smiled brightly. I know I'm supposed to be angry at him, but his smile is going to make me melt. "Done." "Did you get my good side?" I laughed. "It's been fun talking with you. It's better than talking to myself and everybody thinking I'm crazy." "Thanks for saying I'm better than talking to yourself. That makes me feel //so// much better," I said sarcastically. "What I meant was that it was talking to you. If you weren't conveniently here, my mind would still be messed up, and I wouldn't be able to clear it up. So what I'm trying to say is, thanks." "Wow. I was just messing with you. I knew what you meant, it just shocked me. Just goes to show you how gullible you are." "Pff! I knew you were joking. I was just..." "You were what? Lecturing on how grateful you are for me to stumble here? Well you're welcome." I bumped his shoulder lightly and smiled. He returned the gesture. "Umm... I have to go now, it's getting late." I checked my watch. "Oh, wow. Well, yeah. I still have piano lesson, so see you at school?" "Yeah." "There's my ride. Bye." I ran to the car. When I got in, I rolled the window down and yelled, "Nice talking with you!" As the cat left, I waved. When I looked back, I saw him smiling and waving. Just seeing Jason smile, I just couldn't help it, but... smile.

I ran up to my bedroom and slammed the door, so my mom couldn't hear. I dialed a phone number. "Elina, you wouldn't believe what just happened." "What? Did you get a tattoo?" "No I did not! I talked to Jason at the beach." "No way." "Wait. It gets better. He asked me for my phone number and we exchanged. He also said that is was a pleasure talking with me. Here's the bonus, he broke up with Jessica." "That's insane LiAnn! It's so insane, I don't think I believe you." "Oh don't you pull that one on me." "You know me too well then. Seriously, you talked with your crush! That, now that's insane!" "I know! I still have goosebumps." Beep, beep. "Ugh! I'll give you the details tomorrow at school. Battery's dying."

11-1-11 Chapter 2

"You're so lying LiAnn," Kate said. "Would I ever lie about Jason?" I countered. "True, but still. What if you were //dreaming//?" Charlotte asked. "Would I be dreaming if I got his number?" I waved my phone around. "Anybody could have given you the number," Elina said. Just as I was about to retort, Jason passed by and said, "Hey LiAnn. Thanks again for yesterday." Before he caught up with his friends, he winked at me. "Proof enough?" "Proof," Kate said. "Major proofage," Charlotte concluded. "Proofage?" we asked in unison. "Yeah, proofage. It's when you have proof and it's cool." "You made it up, didn't you?" I questioned. "I call dibs on it, and yes. I made it up." "Forget Charlotte over there. Details. Now," Elina demanded.

Jason walked down the hallway, and his friends aimed him with a barrage of questions. "Dude, why were you talking with LiAnn?" Marco asked. "Of all people, you chose to talk to LiAnn. She's not even popular," Andrew said. "Popular to the geeks," Patrick muttered. "Ohhh!" They all yelled. "Guys, that's not funny. I coincidentally met up with her at the beach. We both had problems, so we had a conversation," Jason said. "You could've talked to your mom instead of LiAnn." Marco was obviously not pleased with what he was hearing. "Unlike any of you, LiAnn actually listened to what I said. She helped me get my mind off of things." "How? By telling you the square route of pi?" Patrick was being a jerk. Actually, he's always been a jerk, since the day he was born. "Guys, what do you have against LiAnn? You're just being jerks." "Well us 'jerks' don't find it helpful for you to be hitting on another girl, when you and Jessica just broke up," Andrew reasoned. "I'm not hitting on LiAnn! I just thanked her for being there. Besides, Jessica's insecure and too self conscious. Don't really know what I saw in her." "What you saw was a door open that leads you to popularity. I mean really? Jessica is a //hot// head cheerleader, and LiAnn is a //not// so hot geek," Marco explained. "Actually, she looked pretty hot at the formal," Andrew admitted. "So what do you guys //actually// have against her?" Jason asked. "Nothing now," he stated. "So, how did it go when you were at the beach?" Patrick wondered.

"No way. No way," Charlotte said flabbergasted. "I can't believe it either, but it happened. I was trying to get him out of my mind, and then he mysteriously appears. Fate has given me a chance. Hopefully I have a better chance with Jessica out of the way. I pinched myself until my skin turned red. Even if I was excited inside, I was paying it cool on the outside," I explained to them. "That takes some dedication," Elina said sarcastically. I turned around and saw my mom in the parking lot. "Gotta go guys. Seeya tomorrow!" I waved to them.

My stomach was filled with butterflies, when I got home. I still couldn't believe it. Have you ever felt that sensation when your crush ever talked you, and only you? Or whenever they say your name so sweetly? Well I have. Jason says my name like a song bird. Who doesn't like Jason? He's 6'3", has twinkling eyes, a dazzling smile and he's just plain hot. Unlike other guys, he doesn't have that insecurity about himself. Fate has definitely intervened for Jason and I to be together. Fate has told Jessica to dump Jason, so he could be with me. Fate finally shines down upon me, and no one else. Who else gets this opportunity? No one else, and I'm positive about that. I smiled at the thought of Jason and me being together. It seemed highly impossible, but hey, it could happen. A slim chance but possible. That was enough to give me hope. Some people may think I'm obsessed with Jason, but I'm not. I just really liked him since the second grade. What's wrong with liking someone? Have you ever been in love?

11-24-11 Chapter 3

Today was one of the best days of school. I never imagined there being a good school day, let alone one the best. Turns out they exist. //Really, they shouldn't even be legal! But they are! It's amazing.// So this is what happened:

I thought life couldn't get any worse, but it did. I heard many rumors that were about me, but I tried to ignore it. All their snickers wouldn't bring me down today. I wish they didn't consider me as the smart girl because I be the "talk of the school". "I heard this... I heard that... Why did she... Why did he... LiAnn thinks she..." All this trash about me, about me talking to Jason, about how Jason could talk to someone better than me. I've felt sad before, but these gossip talks about me made me downright depressed. I couldn't help but frown. This was utterly going to be the worst day of my life. It got worse... //maybe.// I came into the cafeteria, and I got many glares. I felt awkward. I just kept walking. I noticed that Jason dropped something, so I picked the pen up and walked over to his table. I was about to tap on his shoulder, but Marco told him, "Dude, Jessica's about to stab you!" "What?" he asked. As he turned around, the can of soda he was opening spurted out and sprayed onto me. I had a look of shock. Because I could never get angry at Jason, I just simply stated, "Okay. I was just going to give back this pen, that you dropped, but spraying me with soda is cool too." "LiAnn, I'm so sorry." "No need to be." I heard everybody laughing at me. "It's fine that I'm humiliated now, and probably scarred for life." I wiped the soda off my face and began walking to the bathroom before the soda dried out. "I'm really sorry LiAnn." Jason grabbed my arm, even if it was sticky. "Come on. Why don't we take you to the nurse to get new clothes?" "//We// don't have to. //I// have to change into something different. //You// can just go back to the cafeteria and continue with your day like this never happened." "But it did," he countered. "Whatever." "I'm going to at least walk with you to make sure you get there. Also, so nobody laughs at you." "Too late." "Whatever," he said in a mimicking tone. I rolled my eyes and trudged down the hallway. After "we" visited the nurse's office, Jason kept following me. "Is there a reason why you're playing stalker?" "Why? No guy has ever followed you before?" My cheeks burned. I kept silent. He laughed. "Is there a problem why LiAnn's guy friend can't follow her?" "Oh now you're my friend? When was that established?" "The day at the beach." "That made us //acquaintances,// not friends." "It doesn't matter. I'm your friend. Case closed." "Case revisited. What makes you think you can be a friend of mine?" "What makes me not one?" I bit my lip. "Exactly. Jason, one point. LiAnn, nada!" "Fine. You can be my friend." In my mind I was thinking, //take it one step further. Just a few words and we'll be dating. Just say it,// but being friends was one step closer, and I'm good with that.

When I got home, I climbed up the stairs to my bedroom. As I walked through the door, I noticed a brightly colored gift bag. Today wasn't my birthday. I read the tag and was delighted to see who it was from.

TO: LiAnn I know it's not your birthday, but think of it as an early/belated birthday present. Happy early/belated birthday! FR: Jason, your best friend :)

I smiled at the message. I gently pulled the tissue paper off and noticed an entire outfit inside. It was amazing. New pair of jeans, a pink off-shoulder shirt, and a new pair of flats. Best day ever.