Waiting For Sara: A story of heartbreak, love, change, and caring.

[NARU]

Just for the record, I never actually said it was predictable, I just said Id make you miserable if it was.

[Manveru]

I know. I was just saying that I know the overall plot is a bit predictable but I'm going to make it my own.

so STFU GAWD I CAN WRITE MY STORY MY OWN WAY BAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

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[Icey]

Manveru, although it is a overused plot, you are doing a nice job with the pace of the story & it it well written!! You keep writing & I'll keep reading!!

[Lee Iero]

I keep my words right after the Prologue...
f****n' good,but still very predictable

[Chromos]

I like it so far. A bit short on the chapters, but it makes sense, you describe things well, and there isn't any major mistakes.

[Dakota13]

Its coming along very good, you keep wanting to read it which is very good.

[Dr_J]

Manveru, I must say that I can't agree with what everyone else is saying about the overused plot. MOST of the stories of this kind go something like:

The little kid's parents die, and then he magically has accidents which requires him to wear diapers, but he has trouble adjusting since he's living with either his relatives or in some foster home.

However, what I see is a little bit different, and I think you're off to a good start. I think the only thing I have is when you have people asking questions, sometimes you've got a comma instead of a question mark. Now, call me a grammar Nazi, but it's just something my eyes focus on when I read. However, this is your style of writing, so to each their own.

Keep up the good work my friend I look forward to seeing more, but I won't beg you to hurry up and bust it out since I know it can be hard to write stories ^_^

[Manveru]

Chapter Two: The Double Heartbreak

I accompanied Sara to the funeral the next day. I had always hated funerals, especially if the person was, like Buck, someone that I didn’t really like. It always made me feel awkward when most of the people around me were crying and I was just sitting there with a blank look. To most of the world, including me, this was just another stroke of bad luck. But I went for Sara’s sake. She needed me, and I was going to do everything I could to make her feel better.

The funeral passed agonizingly slow, and I did my best to look as depressed as Sara and Buck’s parents. Buck’s sister, Angela, spoke about him, and then gave the floor to Sara. She approached the podium on shaking knees and spoke for a few minutes about how great of a person Buck was, and how the world was a dimmer place without him. Then the pianist started playing and Sara hit us all with the most beautiful rendition of Josh Groban’s You Raise Me Up that we had ever heard. It brought tears to my eyes - not because I was realizing how much she had cared for Buck, but because this song seemed to be directed at me. I realize now how selfish thinking like that was, but it described our relationship pretty well - I had always been the one to raise her up after she had taken a fall, I was her support beam, her rock, her solid ground.

I drove her home after the funeral. Neither of us talked - she spent the whole drive silently crying, and I respected her feelings by staying silent, not forcing a conversation.

“Call me if you need anything el-” I started to offer, but she slammed the door and ran into her house before I could finish the sentence. I banged my head on the steering wheel, emitting a few short honks. I rolled up my windows and screamed obscenities at the sky as I drove home. I felt like such an a-hole. Sara’s boyfriend had just died and all I could think about was getting together with her. I just kept thinking, ‘Maybe now’s the time.’ Followed by thinking, ‘God, Jay, you’re such an idiot! She doesn’t love you that way!’

---------TWO WEEKS LATER-------

It was the week before Sara left for college, and she was planning a huge sort of goodbye and good luck party for pretty much the entire student body. Her parents were going to be out of town, of course, and She had been working on getting the party ready almost all summer. I was helping her out a lot, since her parents were busy and she had no siblings - I ran errands, ordered food, and got the RSVPs in order.

Finally, the big day was upon us. People started arriving at around noon, and kept coming and going until about three in the morning. At about 10:00, I noticed that Sara was nowhere to be found. I walked to her room to find her sitting on her bed, crying, holding a picture frame in her hands. I knocked softly on the doorframe and she jumped.

“Oh! Jay! I uh, I didn’t see you come in,” she said, hastily trying to hide the picture.

“You’re missing the party,” I said, sitting next to her, “What’s up with the picture?”

“Oh, nothing, it’s just one of me and B-Buck from a few months ago,” she said, hanging her head, “I promised myself I’d forget about him, but I just can’t, Jay, I can’t do it.”

“I don’t think you should forget him entirely,” I said, trying to be comforting and sensible at the same time, “But just don’t think that mourning him will change anything, because truthfully, it won’t. I can’t even imagine how bad it must hurt to lose someone that close to you, but things change, life goes on, and there are a million other clichés I can throw at you. But there’s one thing that I have to tell you more than anything else, and that’s to move on. Because if you shut yourself out from love because of one big trauma, you’ll never be able to see what you’re missing.”

She gave me a strange look.

“What are you talking about, Jay?”

I took a deep breath, and said the four words I had wanted to say since I first laid eyes on her.

“I love you, Sara.”

She stopped crying. She simply sat and stared at me for a minute, a minute that felt like an eternity.

“…What?” She said, blinking.

“I love you, Sara, and I always have, and I think I always will. I want to go out with you; I want to show you that there will always be someone who loves you more than anything in the world.”

She stared at me again, leaning her head forward a bit. I took this as an invitation, leaned forward, and kissed her. She pulled back.

“Jay?! What the hell?”

“I…I just thought…I thought you…I thought we could…be together!”

“Jay, I…I do like you as a friend, and I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but…I just, I can’t right now, Jay, I just can’t!”

Now I was getting mad. I had bared my heart and soul for her after all of these years of support and she was rejecting me?!

“Well what about me, Sara? I’ve been here for you all these years, supporting you during relationship after relationship, watching you waste yourself on all these other boys, knowing all along that I’d be better for you than any of them! What about how I feel?!”

“I don’t know,” she yelled, crying again, “But it’s not my fault you love me! It hasn’t even been a month since Buck died, Jay, I need some time, jesus!” She stormed out of the room and locked herself in the bathroom.

“Sh*t!” I said, stomping down the stairs and back to my car.

“Oh man, looks like someone got REJECTED,” I heard someone yell.

“F*CK OFF,” I yelled back, speeding away. I was going sixty on a thirty road the whole time home, ran two red lights, and almost smashed a cyclist. I was so sad and angry that I was practically blinded by my emotions. How could she do this to me?! How could she shut me down like that?! I slammed on my brakes as I entered my driveway and stormed out of the car, slamming the door as I entered. My phone rang about five minutes after I laid down in my bed, still clothed. It was Sara.

I didn’t answer.

[NARU]

Dude, Jay needs to get laid, big time.

[Manveru]

That's....kinda the point.

Still predictable enough for ya DD? :p