I looked out and of the window and saw the beautiful sunny scene that I had been apart of not too long ago. Sigh. I didn't understand why he had to ruin everything, why he…but no, I promised myself that I would make an honest, conscientious effort to actually learn my lines. Come on Claudia I thought concentrate… But it was no use. Even the script for our latest Theatre production wasn't a good enough distraction. Every few seconds my concentration was scattered, and I was thinking of him again, of that cold, remote expression I hate, the exact same expression he was wearing the last time I saw him. When he went into Robot Mode there was nothing I could do to snap him out of it, not that that small fact stopped me from trying. I sighed again – I guessed I just had to wait for him to sort himself out – but it was so difficult, it was like I could almost feel him slipping away from me. I didn't know how much longer I could put up with this. Nobody else's relationships seemed to be this hard, they didn't have this many problems…and that's when I saw him.

He came out of nowhere. When I looked up, he was striding purposefully across the library towards me. He was wearing the cute red Abercrombie & Fitch tee I had got him for his birthday not long ago and some tight fitting Hollister jeans that showed off his butt nicely. But it wasn't all this I noticed first – the very first thing I saw was his expression. Instead of the scary, cut-off blankness that I had seen earlier, he actually looked happy. More than that, he was looking at me like I was the most beautiful girl in the room. I sighed again – but this time it was a sigh of relief. Not that I looked beautiful today, or even close. I was just wearing my boring tan sweater with my white shirt hanging scruffily out the bottom, my everyday jeans that were beginning to fade at the top and my auburn curly hair was in a messy low ponytail. Why the hottest guy in California State University, Northridge was interested in me I had no idea. My breath got caught in my throat as he got ever closer and finally made it to my table, which was scattered with pens, my script and various doodles. I looked up, already blushing in a way that matched my hair, and smiled timidly.

'Hi' I whispered. I kicked myself internally for the anti-climatic greeting. Just as the silence was getting unbearable, he swooped down and kissed me sensationally, until my heart rate was in the two hundred's at least.

'Hi Strawberry Shortcake' he said, using my favourite pet name of all time. 'I thought you might be here, and so I came by to apologise.'

'Will, you don't have…' I started to tell him there was no need, but he silenced my by putting his finger to my lips.

'I'm sorry I acted like such a jerk baby. I'll take you to the movies or something tonight to make up for it, yeah?'

'Yeah, sure' I replied. I was just grateful he wasn't going to pretend it never happened. And there was no-way I was going to ask why he froze me out earlier – I wasn't going to rock the boat. Especially after last time…

'I'll see you later' he said, breaking my reverie. He winked at me and sauntered off, but not before he devastated my insides by kissing me again. And that was how it always was – just as I was getting sick of his ways, he'd waltz back into my life and give me hope that this time, maybe things would be different.