I Can't Turn Away
Jamie Waite. He's everywhere. He's in my dreams, he's in the hallways at school. I can't get rid of him. Everywhere I turn, there he is.
Dark eyes twinkling. Dark, spiky hair falling in his face. My stomach does backward flips when I see that smile. When he opens his mouth, and starts talking in that wonderful deep voice of his. It sends shivers down my spine.
Even when we get a call, and I'm supposed to be paying attention to helping someone, maybe even saving their life, he's still at the back of my mind. Sometimes, I sneak a look at him. Eyes burning with a dark fire. He wants to help those people. No, he has to help those people. He's trying so hard, and he was only here by accident.
Sometimes it hurts. When I think of him with any other girl, laughing and joking and having fun, I want to be her so much, it almost kills me. But, if I close my eyes, if I concentrate hard enough, I am that girl. I can be the one standing with him, next to him, close to him. Oh, the thought of it.
Even though it kills me to admit this, I can never be with him. I am nothing like him. I want him. But it can never be. I can't hurt my friend, can I? Even though she denies it, I know she has feelings for him that are almost as strong as, maybe even more so, than mine. I've seen the way she looks at him, laughs with him. They are perfect for each other. I can't hurt her.
Often, I wake up with him at the back of mind and think, what are you doing girl? You are nothing like him, give it up and crush and someone else. You have a perfectly nice, decent, good-looking boyfriend for goodness sake! When I think this, I sometimes think of Tyler as well. I look at the picture of us that is sitting on my bedside table. We look so good together. Two heads of blonde hair. Two sets of blue eyes. Two perfect, matching, mirrored smiles. We look so happy. But then, Tyler's face disappears, and Jamie's is in his place. One head of blonde hair and one head of black. One set of blue eyes, and one set of deep, dark chocolate brown. One trademark, perfect, cheesy happy smile, and one trademark scowl. See what I mean? We cannot be together. So Tyler's face reappears, I get up, get dressed, have my breakfast and set off for school.
And I am back to being Val Lanier, super crush-EE.
A/N: Was it okay? Did you like it? Please review, and give me any tips if you want! But please be kind, as this is my first fanfic EVER, and I am slightly apprehensive about posting it. Thank you! Oh, and I am very much and English girl, so as a warning for my next fic, I apologise for use of the word 'pavement' (you'll see what I mean when I get round to posting it!).
Jamie Waite. He's everywhere. He's in my dreams, he's in the hallways at school. I can't get rid of him. Everywhere I turn, there he is.
Dark eyes twinkling. Dark, spiky hair falling in his face. My stomach does backward flips when I see that smile. When he opens his mouth, and starts talking in that wonderful deep voice of his. It sends shivers down my spine.
Even when we get a call, and I'm supposed to be paying attention to helping someone, maybe even saving their life, he's still at the back of my mind. Sometimes, I sneak a look at him. Eyes burning with a dark fire. He wants to help those people. No, he has to help those people. He's trying so hard, and he was only here by accident.
Sometimes it hurts. When I think of him with any other girl, laughing and joking and having fun, I want to be her so much, it almost kills me. But, if I close my eyes, if I concentrate hard enough, I am that girl. I can be the one standing with him, next to him, close to him. Oh, the thought of it.
Even though it kills me to admit this, I can never be with him. I am nothing like him. I want him. But it can never be. I can't hurt my friend, can I? Even though she denies it, I know she has feelings for him that are almost as strong as, maybe even more so, than mine. I've seen the way she looks at him, laughs with him. They are perfect for each other. I can't hurt her.
Often, I wake up with him at the back of mind and think, what are you doing girl? You are nothing like him, give it up and crush and someone else. You have a perfectly nice, decent, good-looking boyfriend for goodness sake! When I think this, I sometimes think of Tyler as well. I look at the picture of us that is sitting on my bedside table. We look so good together. Two heads of blonde hair. Two sets of blue eyes. Two perfect, matching, mirrored smiles. We look so happy. But then, Tyler's face disappears, and Jamie's is in his place. One head of blonde hair and one head of black. One set of blue eyes, and one set of deep, dark chocolate brown. One trademark, perfect, cheesy happy smile, and one trademark scowl. See what I mean? We cannot be together. So Tyler's face reappears, I get up, get dressed, have my breakfast and set off for school.
And I am back to being Val Lanier, super crush-EE.
A/N: Was it okay? Did you like it? Please review, and give me any tips if you want! But please be kind, as this is my first fanfic EVER, and I am slightly apprehensive about posting it. Thank you! Oh, and I am very much and English girl, so as a warning for my next fic, I apologise for use of the word 'pavement' (you'll see what I mean when I get round to posting it!).