Eventually, they left. We had spent the night up until then hanging out in a large group, seperating into smaller ones, then uniting again as a whole. It was misery. I would get a few minutes relief from the stabbing pain that was a five foot bimbo, then be reunited with it repeatedly. Needless to say, their departure(though painful) was welcomed.

I was sitting outside when they left, smoking, and staring depressingly into a wall. I had just been about to start bashing my head into it when I heard a familiar voice start calling me. It was Ryan, my sister's ex boyfriend. He was over six feet tall, handsome, and seemed to think he owned every woman in the world.

He was charming, and our conversation made me antsy. I could tell he was attracted to me, I could tell that even when I had been fourteen. I looked at his gorgeous green eyes and knew that he would worship me if I went home with him. He wanted me badly, and I needed someone to want me.

So I ran away. I ran to the bowling alley, seeking solace from anyone I might find attractive. After all, how many hot people actually hang out in a bowling alley? Then, of course, I saw Merrill running towards me. His little attention needing body was jumping up and down, flinging around and hopping off of everything. He was like a puppy dog. A puppy dog with very nice abs.

" Do you need a place to go tonight?" Dammit.