Hey everyone! Guess what, I will be doing Thomas's POV! I know, I know. Please don't be to harsh. I am just guessing what a 16 year old boy would think. So on with the chase!

Thomas's P.O.V

All I could hear was the quick padding of my feet as I scampered from the scene. And then... She followed. Why would she follow?! Why the bloody hell would Julia follow me?! I just had to get away. She didn't understand. God, girls are so difficult to understand. Why can't I understand them?!

Oh right, because I'm not a girl.

I rounded a corner trying to remember where Uncle said he would be. Uh no. Was it left or right? Skitter scatter. Crud. Right it is. I rounded the corner. Come on Thomas, she doesn't need you anymore, just disappear from her life. It will make it easier. Come on. If ten years of athletics could ever help, let that time be now. Running away from your ex-girlfriend.

Girlfriend, those words seemed so saddening in my head and I stumbled. No- keep running, try to get her out of your mind. Forget you bloody idiot. But I couldn't. Which was hard. When we first meant she had single-handedly taught me the meaning how you fall in love. Okay... A little to literally. Just a little bit.

Help me, I had thought to myself.

But her face... Had been... So, so similar. Too similar. She reminded me of... Her. No Thomas- not her I had said. The only way to avoid her was the most unmanly way. Sitting with your knee propped up and avoiding eye contact no matter what. I know. It wasn't the best.

But I was desperate.

And then in class, she popped up again, and stared at me. I knew that day that the gel was too hideous. Was it weird that I found myself smiling? I hope not, because I smiled a lot around her. Which I guess wasn't a bad thing.

A hand from behind brought me back. Crud! Left or right? Right of left? Right or wrong? Damn it. I wish we were all right. No one should be wrong. I skidded past a bend and saw a shortcut. Yes, a shortcut. Was it bad that it was the same alleyway that we went in before for Sam and Evelyn? I hope not. Because all I needed to do was vanish.

I felt a sting in my eye. It had been going so so well. I had forgotten that her voice reminded me of her voice, her face reminded me of her face. Her name reminded me of her name. Her touch... Had been indescribable. Her's had been cautious, enough for me to fall harder. But Julia's... Was....

"Thomas!"

Crud. Jeez she was quick. I noticed I had forgotten to run and was standing at the entrance. Julia made you forget a lot of things. Sorry Julia. I plunged into the alleyway. Leave me alone. Keep living your life and I will live mine. Back away. Go away.

I thundered into the darkness, trying to sort through this brain-dead brain of mine. Of course when Tina came, she was horrified. Horrified that I had been standing with a 'carbon copy of the devil.' Which wasn't true. It was enough however to throw me off and listen to her reasoning. Stupid, stupid, selfish, selfish me.

I knew it was my fault but... That night was horrible. Not to be dramatic, but when you see your sort-of-girlfriend scream every reason she hated you, and you realized most of it was true, it hurt a lot. Even more than a slap. Which of course she had given me. Tina had said I had very right to hate her now. To desert her. Say goodbye to her.

But I couldn't. Which was why I had made the cupcakes. They weren't just for her birthday. She had the choice of whether or not she would eat them. And she did. But... It's like the story of that idiot that cried wolf. When you are hurt so many times, it's hard to forgive anyone.

But I wanted it to work, just for her. The carnival, the song, the assignment, the date... I tried so hard. But hard is not always enough. Ha ha, I remember the date. Sam had sent me a bread emoji with: all you knead is love. Yeah...

Like everything in my life, something went wrong. And I had to tell her it. At school when she had eavesdropped, I actually hoped she heard all of it. It would save her from further heartbreak. Was it bad I stalled for time? Desperately trying to gain minutes on how long our date was? It was.

But this... This was... Horrible. Because everything she said was true. Curse the heart. Curse the glass heart. Curse the breaking. Curse the hurting people. I had been a coward by running. I could only hope she wouldn't follow me. The words from the song haunted me. No one deserved to be hurt.

"Good Bye my almost lover..."

Julia's POV

What have I done?! I sprinted after him, thankful I wore sport shoes.

Was it bad I was running after some one who had slightly torn my heart and in turn I had shredded his? It was. Stupid, stupid, selfish, selfish me. Ugh, frigging idiot. Why did you say that?! He definitely had every right to dump you now.

I saw his figure under the pasty light.

Under the pretty night.

Skies like these weren't made for clear sailing. They were made for champions.

"Thomas!" My voice cracked slightly and I reached for him. But then he vanished down a dark alley way. I didn't care that it had clowns and was really dark. I faltered slightly at the gaping smile. I'll give it to him. He was smart. Smart enough to know my favorite color, smart enough to use my worst fear against me. He thought I would hesitate and he would have enough time to get away. Smartass. He was wrong. He wasn't smart enough to realize this.

Because when you are on a wild chase for love, you are only ever really scared you will loose sight of that special person. That you love.

My eyes stung in the darkness as I trudged ahead. Please. Please. Please. I stopped. Left or right?! Right or left?! Right or wrong? Was I wrong? Ugh, my head. My heart. Everyone. Tina. Thomas. The moonlight blinded me as I ran back onto another street. I remembered the voice at the carnival, that I had given a dandelion to.

"Don't give up," it had told me.

I would beat that voice. That beautiful British voice. And I wouldn't settle for third this time. Beautiful voice, challenge accepted. Finally his figure was meters ahead of me and I narrowed in on him. Gawd, he obviously had been to regionals. No, scratch that, I could tell he had been to nationals. I could see the black car ahead. I realized he was serious about leaving. No!

No Thomas, you aren't going to leave me. No you jerk. No. No. No. If he really thought he could disappear that easily. Think again.

Klunk. I fell over a box. Who on earth leaves a random cardboard box on the street?! Oh, I hope someone running after their boyfriend falls over this cliche box in the chase?! Then I had an idea. I dramatically faltered and made a melodramatic sob as I hit the floor. Thank the lord for primary school acting classes. My Prince Charming faltered slightly but kept running. Dang it. Maybe this wouldn't work. He didn't look back. Ahh.... I got it.

"THOMAS!"

No response.

"THOMAS!"

"TOMMY!"

He paused, defiantly. Unsure to keep running. His mistake, my correct answer. I went in for the cheesiest greasiest murder I could muster with my dying hope while I still had time. Time is something I never had.

"Thomas... You can't expect me to keep running after you. Because I may as well be paralyzed and limbless without you."

He stopped completely. I beat you, little voice.

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