June 6, 4:37pm, 2003

Alan and I had a talk, and I'm so confused. He has a point, but I don't know what to do.

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"So you like... both of them?" Alan asked me, sitting cross-legged on my bed.

"Yes," I groaned.

"I've got just the solution,"

"And what is that?"

"Move to another country and marry a foreign man,"

"Alan, I'm serious!"

"And so am I! Marrying a foreign man always fixes problems!" I glared at him and threw a pen at his head.

"Sorry! I don't know what to do! I'm a 15 year old boy who has only had one girlfriend and it went as far as holding hands!"

"Can you at least try to help?" I asked.

"I honestly don't see why you need it. Oli has done nothing but be kind to you, and Mike has done nothing but break your heart,"

"That's the thing I don't get! I don't know why I like Mike! He's a jerk!" I sighed in frustration.

"That's the thing I don't get! I don't know why you're even considering Mike!"

"He is your friend!"

"Just because he's my friend doesn't mean I'm going to stick up for him when he's in the wrong!"

"Why are you angry at me?!" I demanded, kind of upset that he raised his voice at me. Alan and I have neither argued before.

"Because Oli hasn't hurt you!"

"Mike said he wouldn't hurt me either!"

"Yeah, he said. He already has. What happens when the next girl comes along, huh? Do you think he's just going to let her go? I don't think so. All he's going to do is break your heart, and yours won't be the only one. Oli's will be broken too." Alan snapped before leaving the room. I winced as the front door was slammed shut, indicating he had left.

I'm yours Bonnie, but you won't have me.

I won't let anything happen to you mi niña Bonita.





"Bonnie... Please, open up," Oli begged from outside my bedroom door. It had been 3 days since the fight with Alan, and 3 days since I haven't talked to anyone, or done anything. I haven't even eaten.

My phone had been going off like crazy, and the only person who hasn't tried to contact me was Mike.

I looked at the blade in my hand, which was stained red from previous uses.

It's been a while, hasn't it? Was I really wanting to do this?

"Bon, are you okay?... Have I done something wrong?" Oli pleaded. Don't be silly Oli, you've done nothing wrong. You're perfect. The door opened and I didn't look up, feeling him sit beside me. He gently took my hand, removing the blade from it and placed it beside him.

"You don't need that,"

"No," I agreed. "I need you,"

"W-what?" he stuttered.

"Why are you so perfect?" I whispered, running my fingers up his arm.

"Don't," Oli shook his head.

"But you are,"

"No, I'm not,"

"I want you," I said. Oli smiled.

"You have no idea how much I wish you meant that,"

"But I do -" Oli cut me off my kissing my cheek, and then the corner of my mouth.

"I love you," he whispered. I smiled, putting my lips close to his ear.

"I love you too," And I meant it. He was everything I wanted, and everything I needed. He grinned and pulled me into a hug. He pulled back and held my face in his hands.

"Do I finally get that kiss?" he asked.

"Hmm, I guess so." I shrugged. Oli grinned and pressed his lips to mine in a long, loving kiss, and I swear, it couldn't be better. With his arms around me, holding me tightly to his chest almost protectively and his lips pressed to mine, nothing else mattered. I forgot about everything, including Mike. And that was something that never happened to me before. It felt like it was just us on the planet, as cheesy as it sounds.

And i I loved it. I never wanted this moment to end. But I knew nothing good lasts forever. If only I wasn't so naive back then.

Notes

So, short chapter, but I hopefully will be uploading again tomorrow if I'm not hungover. (It's New Years Eve in NZ)

Sooo, Happy New Years everyone! :)