Now Playing... My Everything

The semester was nearing its end, and I still hadn't written my letter to Wes. I knew everything I had wanted to say, yet it was as if the words couldn't be formed. Every time I pressed me pencil to the paper, all I could do was stare at it as if the pencil would create what I needed to say for me.

I sat at my desk, listening to music in hopes of finding some kind of inspiration, but nothing was working. Frustrated, I threw my pencil on my desk.

"Still having trouble putting your feelings into words?" Lana asked as she sat on the edge of my bed, and I sighed as I faced her.

"I don't understand why this is so hard." I rubbed my eyes as I leaned back in my chair. "I've thought of so many things I need to say, yet I can't write it down. How messed up is that?"

"It's never easy to make yourself vulnerable like that. Just because you know what you want to say, doesn't mean you're ready to."

"Plus," Evan chimed in, smirking. "It's not easy to tell someone you love them for the first time."

My jaw dropped. "I do not love him. Not one bit."

"We're young, Molls. Not blind." His smirk grew, and I rolled my eyes as I faced the desk again. The blank sheet of paper mocked me like it had already written all the words but was waiting for me to solve the puzzle.

Well, I wasn't all that intent on trying to place the pieces together.

"When the time is right, you'll know exactly what to say." Lana placed her hand on my shoulder, shooting me a reassuring smile. "Patience is essence."

I tucked the paper back in the drawer, forcing myself to relax and wait for the words to come to me. As I stood from the chair, I faced Lana and Evan with a smile. "You guys wanna go swimming?"

***

"Evan, I swear if you splash me again, I won't hesitate to drown you!" Lana yelled as Evan swam underwater, and as she looked around for him, he swam up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She squealed as he turned her around, staring into her eyes with a bright smile on his face. What Lana didn't know was that Evan had liked her ever since they first met. Every time she was with me, he somehow ended up being there too.

Cupping my hands around my mouth, I hollered, "Just kiss her already!", and Evan's jaw dropped. Lana smirked before grabbing Evan's head and smashing her lips against his for a long, passionate kiss. I cheered, and when they pulled away, they both shook their head, smiling. They swam closer to me before crushing me in a bear hug. I laughed, holding them tightly, but then their arms loosened around me as they grew pale.

"What is it?" I questioned, noticing how their eyes focused on something behind me. "What's wrong?"

Before they could respond, another person jumped into the pool. A blonde haired girl popped up from underwater as she giggled, and I stared in shock. It was the same girl Wes was with when Lana and I had the spa day with Nova. As I turned around, Wes stood at the edge of the pool, preparing to jump, until his eyes landed on me.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head, and I had to admit, I was slightly hurt. I didn't know why, but it was enough to make me climb out of the pool and quickly walked past Wes before he could do anything. As I reached the patio door, Lana and Evan's voice filled the air, and just as I walked into the house, Evan yelled. "You're hurting her and you don't even realize it!"

I dashed to my room and changed before I walked back downstairs. Lana and Evan were talking quietly as I entered the kitchen, and when they saw me, they smiled sadly.

"You okay?" Lana asked, and I nodded, looking away. She enveloped me in a hug, and I buried my head in her shoulder, forcing myself not to cry.

As I pulled away, Evan grimaced. "Someone wants to talk to you."

"Ev, I can't--"

"Don't worry." He cut me off, glaring behind me. "Lana and I are staying here while it happens."

Wes slowly walked in, but I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. If I gave them the power, they would drag me back to him, and I couldn't let myself get hurt again. My heart couldn't handle the pain much longer.

"I'm sorry, Molly." His voice flooded my ears, and I remained quiet. How could I speak? Wes' apologies had never been sincere, and I was tired of always being so forgiving. For once, I wanted someone to tell me they were sorry and mean it. He impatiently sighed, shifting on his feet. "Can you at least answer?"

"Why?" I snapped, glaring at him. "So you can tell me everything wrong with me? Or how I was only useful to you when you needed attention? I'm tired, Wes. I'm tired of being nothing to you when you've always been everything to me!"

And then I ran. I ran far away from the boy who controlled my heart with the puppet strings he attached.