Break the Distance

Chapter 23

Saturday 3rd of September, 2016Wellington, New Zealand

Richelle Smith

I'm finally done with work. This day was very exhausting since there was asale and it was super busy. All those people coming to the store I work in areso careless about money. Or I can better say the more expensive the better. I'mtelling you, I'm rather poor than that hopeless.

Did I already say that my boss is a b***h? I think I did, but it really istrue. Since it was so busy she almost took my whole lunchbreak away. I only had10 minutes to eat left! But of course I couldn't say anything about it, if Ihad said something about, she had probably just fired me.

I sigh relieved when I sit down on the couch in the living room. My dadisn't home. I have actually no idea where he is, but I like the silence. I grabmy phone and instantly go to i********:. 'Good evening,' I send to Noah, 'I'mfinally done.' What time is it actually in Toronto right now, 11 something PM?An 18 year old boy on a Saturday at 11 PM, will he still be awake?

I hear my phone buzz. 'Hi,' I read the text he sent. That answers myquestion. 'Today was a literal hell,' I send, 'and no I don't exaggerate.''What happened?' he sends. 'Sale,' I send, 'think that says enough.' 'Luckilyyou're home now right,' he sends. 'That's true,' I send.

I walk to the kitchen and grab something to eat. I walk back to the couchwith my granola bar and glass of water.

'Whoops my sister is asking questions,' I read when I look at the chat.'Your sister is still awake?!' I send. I'm kind of surprised. His sister is 5,what is she still doing awake around this time. 'She fell of the stairs andcan't sleep,' he sends. 'Is she alright?!' I send quickly. Hopefully nothing'swrong. 'Her knee is bruised, but that's it,' he sends.

'But now she's getting mad because she can't read and she wants to knowwhat I send,' he sends. 'Haha,' I send, 'why don't you just tell her.' 'Then mywhole family will know,' he sends. 'Know what?' I send. Honestly I'm getting alittle confused. 'That I'm texting with a girl,' he sends, 'they'll just teaseme.' Texting with a friend isn't bad right? Unless he's embarrassed about me.Is he embarrassed? Am I really that bad? So he was just beingnice. I am nothing more than just another fan.

'You don't want them to know that you have friends other than the friendsyou always had?' I send. I'm getting a little angry. I'm disappointed in him. Ithought he was different, but he's just the same as every other guy.

'What's that supposed to mean?' he sends. 'I thought you were better thanthis,' I send. 'It's not like I owe you something,' he sends, 'you startedthis.' Tears start to roll over my cheeks and I've a hard time reading sinceeverything looks blurry. 'Thought you had a great time texting with me,' Isend. Getting over him is will be pretty easy if he continues like this.

'Had indeed,' he sends, Richelle what are you even thinking?' 'That's noneof your business,' I send.

'You're the fan, I'm the celebrity and that's how it always will be,' hesends.

'That hurts'

'Thousands of others who would love to talk with me, why would I talk withyou if you're just going to be like this,' he says, 'I'm just being nice toyou, but I think I get it why you don't have any friends.' 'You know what,' I'mso angry my hands are shaking, 'don't ever bother me again. Thought you weredifferent, but you're just as selfish as everyone else.' He doesn't react, butI can see that he read it. 'And don't act like I stalked you or kept sendingyou messages, you started a conversation maybe even more often than I did.'

When he still doesn't react after a few minutes I burst into tears again. Ithrow my phone on the couch and start screaming into a pillow. Never have Ibeen so disappointed in someone.

I have to get out of here.

Still crying I walk to the hallway and put my jacket on. I leave a note formy dad saying that I'm outside. I walk to the beach, looking down so nobody cansee me cry. It's starting to be longer light outside and it's starting to getwarmer every day. Still it isn't busy on the beach. I'm basically the only one.

It's all my fault. He's right, I have no right on calling him out. I'm justa stupid fan. I started to think that he liked me a little more than all theother fans, but I was wrong. All the time he was just feeling sorry for me, hewas just nice because I don't have any friends except for Katie.

I ruined it all. I should've kept my mouth shut, but now it's too late. Mylife is officially ruined.

I said I'm basically the only one on the beach, unfortunately not the onlyone. "Good afternoon," I hear a familiar voice and look up to seeDan. Ugh. Yea I can use that right now. "Hi," I say trying to not lethim see that I'm crying. "What's up B?" he asks sounding genuinelyconcerned, that's new. "Nothing," I say surly.

"I'm not believing you," he says and pulls me in a hug. I let itall go again and cry louder than ever before. "Shh," Dan says,"it's alright, what happened." "I'm just disappointed in someguy," I sob. "Guys are bastards," Dan says casually which makesme chuckle. "You know you're a guy right?" I say and swallow my tearsaway. "I know," he says, "I'm a bastard too."

"Dan what are you doing?" I ask confused. "What do youmean?" he asks. "Why are you being nice all of the sudden, you'renever nice," I say. "Oh," he mutters nervously, "I'm sorry,I just think that I never wanted to admit that I liked you."

"You what?!" I ask even more confused now and pull away from hisembrace. "I like you," he says and looks nervously down.