{A/N: Hey, how's it going guys! I just wanted to say that there will be some changes of POVs here soon, so yeah. Keep an eye for that. Hope it'll make this story more interesting. Love you all! Now, on with the story!!!}

"Yo, Clem! Wait up!" I turned my heel and saw three people rushing their way towards me. God, I can't answer all of their questions if Fiona had told them what state she'd just saw me in a while ago.

Luckily, they just walked with me. Our usual end of the day in school routine. No one talked. Well... Carson, did what he does every time he'd walk with us. Which is mostly about hot guys in school. Danielle, would occasionally hum to some random song, which I don't really mind about. Fiona, remained quiet, but for some odd reason- she was glancing my way as well. Holly? Well...

"Psst! Tell me why the hell was Mr. Popular looking for you. He looked frantic."

A peaceful moment, gone. And the fact that it was the type of question I've been avoiding all day, was not helping my mental state. Just for this day, I'd felt that I'd rather walked alone.

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"Clementine, please talk to me."

"I'm sorry I'd done or said something to make you feel uncomfortable."

"At least let me try to cheer you up?"

"I'm so stupid! I shouldn't have used that word. I'm so sorry!"

"I hope you can forgive me soon :'("

"If you ever want to talk about it, please call me. Or at least text me back?"

"Hey, uh Clementine... I really want to fix this mess I've done. I– I... I'm sorry. See you on Monday, I guess? Bye."

That was just half of the notifications that had popped up from my phone's screen once I've reached home. I've also managed to shrug Holly's question off, which was something that'd made her pissed off. Great. Two people in one day. Fucking great. I had an answer for each and every message Patrick had sent.

Patrick, I can't talk to you anymore.

You hadn't done anything wrong! It was all me.

Again, I can't see or talk to you anymore! I can't ruin your popular reputation. I can't let an awfully unstable nerd like me, ruin it.

You're not stupid! I'm the one who's fucking stupid. That word could've meant nothing! I just overreacted for no fucking reason!

You don't deserve to be forgiven... Because you didn't even do anything wrong.

His second to the last message? Well, I was obviously doing the complete opposite of it. The last one was a voice message. He tried calling a few times before that last one. An interval between those text messages.

You can all hate me, but I won't fight back. 'Cause yes, I'm stupid. I'm such an idiot. I'm an ass hat. Why do people even call me this smart and sweet teenaged girl? When I'm just this paranoid mentally sick nerd who's doubting on simple things too much.

To be honest, nothing could ever cure my draining emotions right now, except for one tiny little hope that could possibly lessen the stress from this mess. Which is something that's about to happen...

Tomorrow.

|| Patrick Stump's POV ||

Why?

Why'd she ran away like that? What did I do? Why won't she answer me? I've been trying to contact her since the classes this day ended. I... Come on, Patrick. Spit it out already! I, I–

I like her.

I like Clementine Blue. Calling her sweetheart a while ago wasn't just some sort of game I was playing at. I tried to give a hint by calling her that way again, but in a more sincere way. Although, I guess she'd thought of me in a different way all along. I knew a simple girl like her, wouldn't want a kind of boy like me. Our friendship was going great! But apparently, someone stupid had to ruin it.

You know what? Fuck it.

I can't be her admirer– but at least I could be her friend. I'll do my best just to get to talk to her on Monday. Right. Keep it that way, Patrick. Besides, I did promise someone that I'd be hers once we've reached the appropriate age to be in a relationship. The only problem was...

"Patrick, honey– trust me. I really can't remember a little girl from your past. To be honest, you never brought a friend to our old house when you were younger. You always hated having to hangout with kids your age that time, right?"

Yes I did. I've been asking my parents about some things they could remember before my accident, hoping that they could at least relive some memories from my past. I kept thinking. Nodding and shaking my head to every possible person that could do something with my life before. I know I said I hated about recalling some stuff from my life before that incident, but I needed just one specific memory.

"But mom, she meant something to me. She's special. I want to find her." I need to find her. I like Clementine, and yes. I've always wished that it was her all along, but– it's definitely not her. She never mentioned any type of memory that's as similar as mine. And she doesn't feel the same way anyway.

So far, the only thing I can remember about her is that, I promised to be by her side all the time, which she gladly promised the same thing back the day I'd said that to her.

Little girl, I'll find you. Someday. I'll ask my parents all day. I'd search my stuff. Interview our past neighbors. I'll have to try harder.

Clementine, oh how I wish it was you. How I wish you'd felt the same way.

But I did a promise. So, whoever this little girl is- she'll have to be the one.

For now, I'll just have to get ready for tomorrow. Kind of a big day for an ordinary Saturday.