Any other girl would have stood there, motionless by the shock of your refusal. Maybe she would have run away, crying.

But here I sit, outside your closed door, feeling the tears run down my cheeks, waiting for you to speak to me again.

I messed up. I forgot how the first time you refused to talk to me after he kissed me. HE kissed me, but I didn't kiss him back. Still, you were that upset. And now I've done it again, trying to be playful and trying to learn the secret all your friends shared. 

I forgot how posessive you were, even though the only other guys I hung out were pratically your brothers. They were the only ones who knew that even though there were hundreds of other girls vying for your attention, I was the only one you saw in that crowd. That simple secret that I was trying to get them to tell was revealed to me, but for a price I wish I hadn't paid.

So here I am, crumpled on the floor because I feel so foolish for not realizing that. Instead, I was buried in my own problems. I was tired from all the judgment, even though I'm used to it. I was tired of all the assumptions people made just from looks and stereotypes.

I was so caught up with all that crap that I didn't notice you, the only one who didn't treat me that way. The person who picked me up and pushed me forward, even when I didn't realize it. The person who gave me the first smile that first day I stepped into my new world, while everyone was wary of me.

I know you can't stay in that room forever. I'm not willing to give up on you, the way you didn't give up on me the first second you met me. My care and trust in you is stronger than your anger. All I need now is for you to say the same thing.

That is why I wait outside your door. Because our future is more important than how sore I'll be the next morning, falling asleep against the wall.

Please, let me in. 

MEHHH I felt like writing something based on a fanfic I'm currently reading...I'm debating if I should subscribe or not. It was good until the main guy character got mad at the OC. Which is why I wrote this, because this is what I wanted to happen.

Then again, it would make the story a lot shorter, BUT I WANT IT THAT WAY. -starts singing Backstreet Boys-

So what do you guys think?