I was absolutely and positively heartbroken; that's all you could say. I should of know that Zara fuckin' Young was more than a mystery. I should of known, since the moment in sixth grade where she tripped me walking into homeroom. From then on I should of decided that Zara Anne was nothing more than a person who would end up breaking my heart over and over again.

But then again there's a part of me who can't let her go. I wish I could but I can't. I hate it; I fucking hate it.

I came home from from school on Wednesday not sad - more pissed off, actually. I expected to go home and take a very long shower, and then for the rest of the night listening to slow music, laying in my bed, staring at my ceiling, wondering how I even got myself in a situation like this one.

What I was not expecting was to see Zara herself standing on my front porch, waiting for me to approach her.

I take quick steps, pulling my keys out of my pocket and walking right past her; it shouldn't matter to her, anyway. She's ignored me, now it's my turn to ignore her.

"Calum," she said quietly, and I could sense her presence closer behind me.
I walked into my house, throwing my bag down as I walked. Zara followed me but instinctively I ignored her. Pretending like some girl wasn't aimlessly walking around my house.

"Calum," she said again, louder this time. Zara followed me into the kitchen, it was obvious she wasn't giving up. She was going to do what she had to do until she got what she needed to do done. That's how she always worked.

I got a glass of water, drinking it quickly, holding it in my left hand.

"Calum," Zara said for the third time, her eyes were pleading. She even had the guts to pull a puppy-dog face on me, you couldn't resist them.

I slammed the glass of water down, it splashed on the counter and my hand but I didn't even notice.
"You expect me to talk to you when you've fucking ignored me and played with my mind? Fuck, Zara, I'm fucking done, I can't do this anymore!" My voice slightly echoed around the kitchen, and my feet were ahead of my head, so I ran. I ran far away, I ran for miles - well, actually, I ran upstairs. I felt like forever, and I could make out the sound of Zara's shoe's running after me.

I thought of where I could possibly go, or hide, but Zara knows every corner of my house. I could hide in the closet again - no, bad memories. Actually, good memories. I'm so conflicted.

I give up and I know that she'll find me anyway, so I stand against the wall, waiting. I'm not sure what I'm waiting for; Zara, or my patience to come back.

She appeared next to me a few minutes later, putting her back to the wall. We stand there in silence for about five minutes, the only sound is us breathing.

Out of nowhere, she starts to cry; I couldn't hear it, but her shoulders shook and out the the corner of my eyes I could see the tears streaking down her cheeks. It was different to see her cry again, I wanted to comfort her. My mind told me no, I couldn't comfort her. But I needed to. No matter how mad you are at your best friend, when they're crying, it's hard not to hug them or show some sign of that you care about them.

So I hugged her, she cried into my shirt sleeve. I rubbed her back in small circles, as she tried to catch her breathe so she could say something.

"I need to tell you something," she sniffled, telling me to sit down. We sat down next to each other against the wall, and she laced our finger togethers. She cleared her throat, looking at her feet.
"I-I don't know where to start," she said truthfully, licking her bottom lip

"Are-are you pregnant?" I thought out loud, realizing how stupid I sounded after I said it.

Zara's eyes widened, and she shook her head. And then she laughed, a loud laugh, that echoed around the whole room and lightened up the atmosphere.
"I promise I'm not pregnant," she said, wiping tears off her face.

I nodded, telling her to go on. She sighed, beginning. "So, basically, after I tell you this you're going to hate me. And that's okay, because I deserve to be hated. I'm a complete asshole. Okay, so remember that party last Saturday, the one you couldn't go to for whatever reason?"

I nodded, it was a party at Ashton's house, he had gone to our school but he already gratuated. I had never been close friends with the guy, Luke and Michael knew him better than I did.

"So, I went, and stupidly, I decided to join in on Truth or Dare. Totally seventh grade Zara of me."

She paused, looking around the room, almost like she was looking for the right words to say next.

"And, you know that song? Friday, I'm in Love, by the Cure?"

I nodded again, not knowing what any of this had to do with anything.

"I don't care if Monday's blue,
Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too,
Thursday I don't care about you,
It's Friday, I'm in love," we sang together, and she continued on.

"So, someone, whoever, was playing that song at the party. While we were playing Truth or Dare. It was Ashton's turn, and he picked me. Me being be, I picked dare, probably because I was trying to be badass or something. Now this is the part of the story where you slap me for being so damn stupid and picking dare. Like, c'mon, Zara, truth is so much easier." And she waited for me to slap her, since that's what she implied I should do, but I shook my head, so she sighed and kept talking.

"And Ashton thought and thought about what my dare should be, and the song was still playing, and then he had this look on his face like he had picked the best dare and God, I was scared.

"And then he gave me the dare and I swear to God if I could go back in time and not play that stupid game at all, I wouldn't.

"Basically, he told me that my life had to become the plotline of the song. Like, you know, the whole Friday I'm in love thing? God, who even thought of that? Who would want to love someone on just Fridays?

"And he told me I had to be in love only on Friday's, and they all knew-they all knew I was in love with you, madly, and Oh God, I just said that out loud didn't I, oh well, you needed to know. So basically, they dared me to only be in love with you on Friday's, for a whole three weeks. And I asked what the hell I would get out of this, I wasn't going to do it, I wasn't planning on it, no matter what they offered.

"And then Ashton pulled 2 thousand fuckin' dollars out of his pocket, probably from drug dealing or some shit. And when I saw that, God, Calum. I was probably half drunk too, that might of contributed. I saw that and I realized that with that, I would be able to put it in for collage. My mom keeps saying she won't be able to afford, especially after Dad left, and that's all I want. College. I don't want to be a homeless bum on the streets living off some rich guy's change, you know? I want an education, and I guess my fucking stupid mind thought it was a good idea to pull of this dare so I could get the money. And I was so stupid, so so fucking stupid, I thought money was more important that my relationship with you. And I was so wrong, so so wrong, but I guess I also wanted to show you that I am im love you, but this isn't the right way. At all. I can't just love you on Friday's, God, I've loved you every single day since middle school."

"Why didn't you tell me," I said quietly, after a long period of silence. "You know, that you loved me."

"Calum, honestly, I thought that you didn't. And I couldn't just tell you, especially if you weren't gonna love me back. You know me," she said softly.

"You don't think I loved you?" I said, suprised. "I thought I made it obvious that I am totally, completely, one hundred percent, head over heels in love with you, Zara."

"It's weird," she said. "We've loved each other all this time. We've just never had the guts to even tell each other, just other people around us who don't even give a shit about who we love or who we don't. We truly are cowards, Calum Hood."

"I agree," I said, looking towards our hands which were still interlaced throughout the whole story.
"You're not mad at me?" she said, brushing hair out of her face.

"Of course I'm mad at you," I rolled my eyes. "I can never not be mad at you." "This is true," she agreed, laughing and scrunching her nose.

"I'm sorry, Calum," she said, shaking her head. "It was truly an asshole move on my part. I just can't imagine how you felt, one day I was in love with you and the next I was ignoring you and God why don't you hate me, I was so stup-"

And then I kissed her, because I was tired of hearing her being sorry for me. I wasn't mad at her, maybe part of me was, but she was in love with me and that's the whole reason she did this, because she was. Now we both knew we loved each other, finally, after so many years. And I wasn't going to give up any opportunity to kiss her, who do you think I am?

I pull apart from her, keeping our faces close so our noses still touch. "I never said I don't hate you," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Well, in that case, I hate you too, Calum Hood."

And we kissed and kissed and kissed against the wall in my room until we couldn't kiss anymore.

"FIFA?" I said, we couldn't go anyday without a match in FIFA.
"Well of course," she smiled, grabbing my hand and leading me down the stairs.

We played FIFA for most of the day, and I even let her beat me one time. Only because I couldn't stop looking at her. She was beautiful, and I loved her. She loved me too.

So we were in love, and it wasn't just on Fridays.

I POSTED IT I COULDNT HELP MYSELF

so the truth comes out
annnndd this is the end:-)
epilogue coming soon ( i lied when i said it would be long )
[ btw, she didnt get the money because she didn't do the dare for three weeks, but who cares? she got calum (-;; ]