Am I really?

I stuffed my face into my pillow and screamed.

My hair was in a jungle of tangles and I haven't done my bed in 5 days.

Too many things were going on in my mind I just didn't have the time to do somethings.
I currently have been failing Science, my best subject, but I couldn't help it.

I had nothing to do on the weekends.
I haven't touched my crafts in days.

I woke up slowly and sat at my desk.
I scrambled towards the drawer with a scrapbook of the summer.

Tears fell as I saw the pictures of me & Gabrielle.

The time that she pranked me with whip cream all over my face.
The times we went on one of the world's fastest roller coasters...
When were messing around in walmart.

Good times, Good times.
Now?
Bad times, Bad times.

I was halfway through my scrapbook of joy when the bell rung at my front door.
I groaned when I walked my self to the door.
I checked the emergency mirror located next to the door and I looked like crap.
I took the brush that was in the little white basket right next to the mirror and made an effort to brush my hair.
After a short struggle of brushing my hair I finally looked through the peephole.
A familiar face stood there.

"Rod?" I opened the door.
"Hey! Dude, what happened?" He asked, slightly hugging me.

I shrugged.

He walked inside and sat down at the couch.

I closed the door and stood there stupidly.

"Umm..Bella--" He started.

" I want to tell you something..." I sat down.

"Fine, you go first." He answered.

"You know... Amy--"

"Yeah... I know." He interrupted.

"You know that she was making out with Mike Rosenberg?"

"She WHAT?" He yelled, standing up.

"Uh... oh..." I had a feeling he didn't know.

"It doesn't matter." He said sitting down again.

I looked confused.

" Nothing is working out for me, Bella." He started.

" Since we broke up, I couldn't think about anything but you. Why don't you want to go out again?" He asked.

I was quiet...

"Bella, PLEASE. I love yooooouuuu." He held my hand.

I rolled my eyes slightly.

"How many girlfriend have you had since we broke up?" I slowly slid my hand away from his.

"Just Amy..."

I arched an eyebrow... Which I could only do with my right for some reason. I tried doing it with my left, which I failed at, I hope he didn't notice...

"Fine... like 7?" He confessed.

I rolled my eyes.

"Just, please... Bella." He moved closer to me.

I thought for a second.

"So?" He asked.

My phone beeped.

I was relieved.
I ran to my room and grabbed my phone.

I read the text.

I shrieked in the top of my lungs.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Rodger yelled, running towards my room with my tennis racket.

I took the racket from him.

"GABRIELLE GOT ME TICKETS FOR OHIO!!!" I jumped into his arms.

"YAY!" I danced around the room.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!!" I yelled.
I looked at my calendar and quickly ran my finger thru the days.

"CRAP! It's in two weeks!" I yelled, going back to depressed mode.

I looked at Rodger, who looked at me oddly.
I could tell her was waiting for an answer.

I stood in front of my bed and thought harder.
He stood in front of me.

"Yes, I have had a lot of girlfriends. Maybe a dozen or two,not counting my kindergarten sweethearts. But you, Bella , you are different. You are down to earth, warm-hearted, beautiful on the inside and out." He put his arms around my back.

I took a deep breath.

" I was stupid for breaking up with you. I was just hanging out with the boys, they were all being flirty, I started being flirty too. This is real honesty time. I've never fallen in love with anyone. Except for you. Why? Because you're different from any other girl I've dated." He explained.

Before I could slide his hands off my back, he leaned in and kissed me.

I moved my head.
I felt his warm breath in my neck.
I looked at his eyes.

" I love you too, Rod." I smiled.
He smiled widely and twirled me around in his arms.

His phone beeped.

"Gotta go for a break up. BYE." He walked out the door.

I closed the door and leaned against it.

"Crap, the things that happen when your ex comes to you apartment." I rolled my eyes.

Did he really mean what he say?
Am I really down-to-earth, warm-hearted, different?

~BELLS