3The girl
It's been almost four years since he left me.
Four years, it feels like a week.
He had told me he loved me,
That I could always trust him,
And next thing you know,
He's gone.
The boy
It's been almost six years since I saw her.
Well, of course, she didn't see me.
She was fighting with the pop machine.
She talked to it and cursed it.
Then she kicked it,
And screamed.
The girl
I don't think I'll ever find a guy like him.
No one could ever be the same.
Sure, I have guy friends,
And sure, I've dated.
But I don't think I'll ever love again.
Not ever.
The boy
I don't think there's another girl out there,
Not one just like her.
She speaks without thinking,
And laughs longer than she should.
Who on earth would ever
Leave her...
The girl
Sometimes I just want to die.
All of my friends seem so fake.
I am always haunted by my past.
Memories and moments,
Things I can't forget.
Always there.
The boy
Sometimes I just want to kiss her.
Without warning, just run up
And kiss her without a word.
Maybe then she'll understand.
Or she'd just push me away,
Slap me.
The girl
What do I have to do to be happy?
Do I have to act a certain way?
Is there a certain code somewhere,
Some secret formula for happiness?
Everyone else has it figured out.
Not me.
The boy
What do I have to do for her?
What more can I say?
We've been friends almost five years.
I'm always there for her.
She's cried to me more than I can count.
Precious tears.
The girl
Tomorrow I turn seventeen.
Still technically haven't been kissed.
The guy who left me, left me a lip virgin.
I do believe I will stay that way forever.
Nobody wants me after him.
Not anybody.
The boy
Tomorrow she turns seventeen.
I wonder if she's ever been kissed?
Oh if only I could tell her,
If only I could show her...
How I can't breathe,
Can't think.
The girl
The perfect guy doesn't exist.
That's it, that's the truth.
Movies and music, it all lies.
Guys don't know how to love.
I think I'll be a lesbian.
It's easier.
The boy
She is the perfect girl.
Her eyes light up when she laughs.
Her hair is always a mess.
Her lips are simply perfection.
Her voice echoes in my mind,
Haunting me.
The girl
Two o'clock in the morning,
I wish someone would call.
I know it's ridiculous,
But I want to hear a voice.
Telling me he loves me.
Only me.
The boy
Two thirteen in the morning,
Her number on speed dial.
I doubt she's even up.
But I want to hear her voice.
Maybe I'll get her voice mail.
I'll call.
The girl
The phone is ringing?
I quickly answer it,
Hoping my parents don't wake up.
"Hello?" I say quickly,
I hear my name spoken
With purpose.
The boy
My head is ringing,
She's up, she's awake!
I tremble thinking up something to say.
I can't tell her why I really called,
She'll laugh at me,
Hang up.
The girl
The meaningless converastion drones,
Did he really not have a reason for calling?
Who calls at two am with nothing to say?
I flop back into my pillows,
Longing for something meaningful,
Something real.
The boy
All I can think up to say - pointless!
I should just hang up,
Deny everything in the morning.
She livestwo blocks away,
I start heading that way,
Without realizing.
The girl
What is he doing?
He keeps mumbling quietly,
I hear a car drive by.
"Are you outside?"
He says yes.
I'm confused.
The boy
What am I doing?
My feet move on their own.
I mutter about the weather,
About school, about tv,
About friends, about music,
Mindless chatter.
The girl
The doorbell just rang.
"Someone's on my porch,"
I laugh into the phone.
"I bet it's a psycho murderer.
He's come to chop me to bits."
He laughs.
The boy
The doorbell is still ringing,
I hear her footsteps down the stairs.
I hang up the phone,
And put it in my pocket,
My heart is beating
So... Loud...
The girl
"What's going on?"
I just opened the door.
He shifts his feet nervously,
I can see his breath.
He doesn't look up
At me
The boy
What's going on,
I suddenly can't think,
But yet I think of everything,
All at once - everything!
I look up at her.
Reallyher.
The girl
He steps into the house,
I can't think or move.
The entire situation is really weird.
He opens his mouth,
He apparently can't speak.
What's wrong?
The boy
I step closer to her,
I try to say "I'm sorry,
I'll leave, it's two am."
But that isn't what comes out.
"I love you" is what..
I say.
The girl
"What?" I can't breathe.
He steps closer again.
He repeats what he just said.
I look into his eyes.
He means it.
It's true.
The boy
"I love you," I can't breathe.
I put a hand on her face.
Her skin is so much warmer than mine.
Her eyes dart back and forth,
Scanning my face.
Not afraid.
The girl
The awkwardness is gone.
An arm goes around to hold me.
I can feel his heart beating.
I don't want to tell him,
That I've wanted this,
Always. Secretly.
The boy
My precautions are gone.
She's not pushing me away.
Her tiny, frail body is in my arms.
Her upturned face is like magic.
I lean down towards her.
She's beautiful.
The girl
I close my eyes,
I can feel his breath on my face.
Right before his lips touch mine,
And then everything vanished.
I saw colour and stars,
Nothing real.
The boy
My eyes are closed,
I'm kissing her.
I have dreamed of this for years.
It's more than I had ever imagined.
I start to smile.
She's mine.
The girl
Is this what a kiss feels like?
Like dancing in the stars?
Floating in the ocean?
I'm lost. I'm gone. Where am I?
I'm in his arms.
I'm his.
The boy
Is this what love feels like?
As she pulls away from me,
Her eyelashes batting softly.
I didn't love her before,
That was nothing compared...
To this.