Junior Year

"Stacee you're being ridiculous!"

"Give me one good reason why!"

I could give him twenty reasons to why it wasn't a good idea to run away to LA. I guess I forgot to mention Sophmore year. Well I did decide to go out with Stacee but it took some persuading on his part to make me even want to consider dating him. Anna and Mark broke up and that caused a rift in our friendship. I'm always hanging out with Stacee and that means that Mark is there. I miss Anna and still talk to her but not like we used to.


"And your point is?"

"My point is that we both wouldn't finish high school which means we won't have jobs and that will cause us to be homeless!"

"But we'd have each other, Babe. Plus my music career is going to take off."

"So when I'm starving I can eat your arm and use your skin for a jacket?"

"Constance that's just gross."

"Steven! It's true. No matter how much I love you I refuse to go to LA with you. I have a chance for a full scholarship and I'm not throwing that away."

"You love me?" He asks as he puts his hand on the side of my face.

"Of course I do! Why do you think I put up with your antics?"

"I love you Constance."

"I know but I'm still not going to LA with you."

"The guys and I are leaving tonight at 8. Come if you want."

"I'll see you Stacee."

It's a short walk to my house. I open the door to my house. Run up the stairs and flop onto my bed. I can't leave. Sure my parents wouldn't even notice that I'm gone but that means I'll have no way to get a decent job. Why am I even considering this? Of course I can't go! I am a rational person. Then I look at my nightstand and see the picture. The picture of Stacee and me at the semi formal. He actually put on a dress shirt. At the bottom of the frame he wrote "I want to know what love is. I want you to show me."

That's when I decide. I grab my suitcase from the closet and start packing clothes. I take the pictures of Anna and me that were on my wall and put them in my purse. I put the frame on top of the pile of clothes and slam the lid shut. I race down the stairs and out the door.

I see the guys loading their stuff the beat up car that Mark owns. I hear them talking.

"Looks like Constance is a no show, Stacee."

"She still has 5 minutes, Mark. She's coming. I know she is." Stacee replied almost desperate.

"Gosh, Mark. It's like you have no confidence in me whatsoever." I say sarcastically.

"I knew you'd come!" Stacee said as he pulled me in for a kiss.

"Enough of that. Let's head out for LA!" Brandon screamed.

We all got into the car. Hopefully this wasn't a huge mistake.