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Beautiful Miracle,
Instead Of Just Invisible.

By --->alysha

 


She's not ever going to love you like I could…if you could only give me the chance, Zack. My head hung low as I shuffled my feet onto the bus. I looked up and saw my friend wrap his arm around the latest Barbie doll he was after. If you only knew that this couldn't last for you Barbie. He isn't the Ken you hoped for; he's the Ken that wants in your mini skirt.

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“Haley, what are you doing?” My fingers flipped through the scrapbook of memories, times wasted, chances not taken. Oh, just wishing I could slit my throat because I want you so badly. I figured looking through a scrapbook with your face plastered on it would be the next cruelest form of torture.

“Oh nothing just got bored is all,” I smiled flakily. He laughed and sat down closer to me. My heart skipped two beats as I inhaled his beautiful scent.

“Ok, well I'm gonna look at this with you,” Zack said, his cool breath fanning my cheek. Nice, thank you for reading my mind; Only thing crueler than looking at the scrapbook is to look at it while your sitting next to me, inches away from my face, as if you can't see right through me as it is.

“That's fine; I'd love to look at it with you.” As I went to turn the page, our fingers met, just for a moment and I pulled away. We looked at each other for a second, intensity rising as my blood coursed through my veins.

Hey remember this one?! How cute were we, holding hands together at the 4th of July parade when we were 5!” I laughed and nodded with a fake smile, being yanked out of the scene with such force, I think I literally felt a pang in my heart. If you only knew that I've loved you every passing moment since the summer we met each other at day care.

“Yeah, I remember. I mean, how could I possibly forget? Your hands were covered in ice cream, I could hardly pry my hand from yours...it was so sticky. That was freaking gross, man,” I chuckled.

“I know, I know. I'm sorry about that. But really, they were giving out free butter pecan ice cream.” And I've been giving out my heart for free since we first touched hands, but you're too blind to see that Zachary Baker.

“Oh well, I got over it.” Zack flipped the page and laughed some more at the pictures on the sheet.

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“Oh well, I got over it,” Haley laughed with ease. I decided to flip the page and laughed to mask the feeling in my heart at this moment. Dude, she will never want you the way you want her. According to her, you guys are friends. Frie3nds. As if that didn't crush my spirit enough. I think it's time Zack; time to tell Haley how you feel, it's the perfect moment and it's not like you haven't been waiting since preschool to do it.

“Haley, can I talk to you for a quick second?” Her beautiful face blushed lightly and I wondered why.

“Um, sure,” she laughed. I wrung my hands nervously; sweat pouring out of them like a sprinkler on high.

“Ok, well, you know how we've known each other since we were in diapers right?” God, she doesn't like me. I'm going to die if she doesn't. Just then, the tour bus door flung open and Syn walked in. Haley stood up and motioned toward Brian with relaxation, eyes still on mine.

“And?” My mind went blank, searching for an answer to this simple question.

“I wanted to know if, by some slim chance… you would want to pick up my dry cleaning. Ya know, you're the only one I trust with my dry cleaning,” I stated foolishly. I saw her face fall a little bit, and I knew, for the first time, she was hoping for something more.

“Oh, ok,” she said quietly. Brain wrapped his arm around her shoulders and leaned down, pecking her on the cheek. Jesus Christ Brian, I would kill for what you have, what you take for granted, for what you sometimes don't even know you have. I've waited for this moment for more than 20 years of my life, and you march in and steal right back.

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“Oh, ok,” I tried to say without disappointment. I felt Brain lean into me, putting his strong tattooed arm around my scrawny blank ones. A quick kiss on the cheek is what I received from this embrace. Damn it Zack, dry cleaning? Seriously, fucking dry cleaning is all you have to say? I know this is hard for you to see what with Brian being here, but we belong together and unless `dry cleaning' is some kind of symbol for your heart, then I'm tired of this. I'm going to give my heart to someone who can at least recognize it when it's open to them instead of ignoring it like we're in elementary school.

“Um, I'm gonna go get ready for the show then. And don't forget the dry cleaning,” he yelled as he stepped off the bus. And we could be a beautiful miracle, instead of just invisible….great, now I'm quoting Taylor Swift to lie to myself.

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“Um, I'm gonna go get ready for the show then. And don't forget the dry cleaning,” I yelled over my heart's pounding. We had the chance to make it, now it's over…fuck I'm quoting Secondhand Serenade now. I might as well go slit my throat, but that would be more a relief than anything, why be relieved when you can mope around like a little girl?

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She's not ever going to love you like I could…if you could only give me the chance, Zack. My head hangs low, as it has since this tragedy started. I sit here, flipping through the chances not taken, time wasted and I watched my soul mate wrap his arm around the latest Barbie doll he was after. If you only knew that this couldn't last for you Barbie. He isn't the Ken you hoped for; he's the Ken that wants in your mini skirt.

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Unless it breaks me, I won't let this be over. But until she is mine, I will put my arm around this fake Barbie doll. I'll be all they didn't hope for; the Ken that wants in their mini skirt.

 

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