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No Other Heart
“Is it true?
You’ve been feeling sort of low these days”
Wassup! Aaron says. Hey Jacob responds. They sit down by the edge of the lake. Jacob stays silent and stares at the water and its glimmering reflection. Aaron turns to Jacob and gazes at him unknowingly. The way his perfect nose is fitted with a sharp jawline and-
Aaron? Jacob says, smiling a little. Aaron is separated from his thoughts. Oh right he says as he remembers why they met up for. He pauses to think about what he is going to say
So um the girl you ended things with.. She wasn’t worth it anyways bro.
But she meant something to me I- He cuts himself off and cries.
“If it’s so
Then come on give this lover boy a try”
Cmon Jake I’m sure you’ll find someone who will treat you right.. I just wish that someone was me, Aaron thought. It’ll take time, just wait for the one.
God thats bull and you know it Ronnie, he puffs out. Every time I trust a girl it never works out.
“What could you lose?”
Then why trust a girl? Aaron says quietly they face each other. Their noses brush against each other, and Aaron looks down at Jacob’s lips. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. They could feel their breaths on each other, like there was a magnet pulling them closer. Jacob looked down in regret and pulled away.
I’m sorry I can’t do this.. He stood up and left Aaron to his own thoughts.
“Well for one, [his] heart belongs to another
And no other heart will do.”

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Nothing Without You
“You know what? SCREW YOU TARA.” Amber screamed and walked out of the door.
“NO Amber please don’t go” Tara whimpered. Before she got another word out, Amber slapped her across the face and left. Tara sank to the floor and cried for what seemed like hours. This might have been their 50th argument about Tara “flirting” with some guy at a party that Amber hosted. In reality, Tara is just a shy girl who didn’t have the heart to tell him off. Due to Amber’s history, she was prone to having episodes like this, and had always been possessive over Tara. How could she have let Amber leave her again? She lay in silence with all of her thoughts. Slowly, Tara fell into a deep slumber on the cold wooden floor of her house.
Tara was awoken by the creak of the hinges of the thick wooden door, which probably had to be replaced.
“Tara?” she heard Amber call out.
“Amber?” Tara said meekly. She tried looking for Amber but lifting her head up off the ground was just too much work. She heard footsteps approach her.
“Oh tara.” she mumbled worriedly. Amber carefully cradled Tara as if she was going to shatter if she spoke another word. Tara shivered and curled into Amber’s arms.
“Don’t leave me like that again okay?” Tara muttered, half-awake.
“Of course,” Amber planted a kiss on her forehead. But both of them knew very well that this would happen again sooner or later. They knew Amber would go insane over some small thing that Tara did, and they knew that Tara would let Amber right back in.

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Hear Me Out
Oh my god my boyfriend just broke UP WITH ME! FOR ANOTHER GIRL. GOD I LOVED HIM, I TOLD HIM EVERYTHING. She probably isn’t even his type.
YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT, MY DAD WON’T GET ME A PUPPY.
Did I tell you about this new boy I’m talking to? I think he’s kind of cute.
Talk, talk, and talk is all my friend would do. She could talk for hours and hours. All I do is listen. Every time I try to say something, I get ignored, shut down. She talks for six hours, and when she’s done, she uses some dumb excuse to leave. It’s like I’m just a microphone for her to talk into and not a real person with feelings. I really amaze myself with how long we have been friends and I still am dealing with her like this.
1 new message
I rub my eyes open, it’s 3 am and I get a text from her again. The bright screen blares at me while I try and read what she said.
Can you call back this is seriousss. So I unwillingly facetime her and she picks up right away.
Do you like the red dress or blue one more and don’t lie to me this time i swea-
Are you kidding me right now? IT’S THREE AM I’M SLEEPING. CAN YOU FOR ONCE NOT TALK ABOUT YOURSELF. HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT HOW I FEEL?
Well you know I- she chuckles as she tries playing it off. I hung up before she could’ve uttered another word.
I woke up again, still a little shaken from what happened last night. I get dressed and head to school, hoping to avoid her for at least one period. The whole day passes, and surprisingly, I haven’t seen her yet. But just as I was thinking about it, I see her in the parking lot.
Our eyes met. She turned her whole body to walk towards me, but I fought the urge to run towards my best friend of 5 years. I turned around and just walked away.
Little did I know that would be the last time I ever saw her.

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A Point
What’d you get?
I got… a 97
Oh I got a 96…
Ha! I got you this time. Sucks to suck. The charming girl smirked proudly.
Ugh you big nerd. Get a life! The boy jokes.
These two were known as the biggest pair of nerds in the whole school. Yet they couldn’t seem to get along. They have been competing against each other since the start of time. Everywhere they went together you could hear their bickering and babbling.
The girl would stare at the boy’s dimples when he laughed at her. And he subconsciously would do the same. Both of them realized that there was a much stronger feeling than hate. Obviously, they tried their best to push it back down, but when you see each other everyday, it’s really hard to do that.
There were days when she couldn’t find him in the halls and started worrying. Then she caught herself half-way on the path to his classroom and turned around, embarrassed of what she did.
“I hate that [boy] I hate that [boy]! …but oh cara mia..how I love him”
She continuously fought the urge to accept that maybe, just maybe, there could be a point to their quarrels. Okay, class finals are released, I will now hand back your papers. The class stays silent, praying that they didn’t fail.
What did you get this time Ms. Allllberta Einstein? The clever boy says playfully.
A terrific ninety-sixxx, she brags as she waves the paper in his face proudly.
You?
He looked at his paper, and his eyes dropped, and from just that, the girl knew she had won again.
Let me guess, you were a point off again? She teases.
I guess you got me.. The boy sighed in defeat, but he was not upset at all. He looked back down at his score which read 97 in a gleaming green. He shook his head trying not to smile, and put his paper away.

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Dangerously Yours
Look, Jena, a shooting star! Did you wish?
I didn’t have time. She says as she stares into Mikey’s eyes. They were dark brown with a hazel glow, has she ever noticed that before? Probably not because this has been the longest she’s looked at him like that.
Then there is something you wish for he says, interrupting her thoughts.
…Yes. Jena sighs
What did you wish for?
I was wishing…we were two other people. Two people who need not say goodbye, Jena says as they sit in silence. Her heart breaks a little, she knew they were not destined to be together. Jena was a goody two shoes, perfect in everyone’s eyes, Mikey was a rebellious teenager. They were opposites, but had a deep connection that people would kill for.
Perhaps it can be that way… Mikey feels a pang in his heart. In truth, Mikey was someone who Jena didn’t know at all. Mikey hated it, falling in love, that is, it has always made the job much harder. Yet this love was not something Mikey faked, it was something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
*time passes*
Oh, I wish you wouldn’t go see her tonight.
How could I stay away?
Mindy, for the first time in my life, I am completely head-over-heels in love, Mikey says with a heavy heart.
But Mikey-
-I know what you’re thinking. I have a mission to perform and I have no right to fall in love. But things don’t always work out the way we’d like to have them to work out.
Right Mindy? Mikey says as he sharpens the knife that will soon gut right into Jena.