What is Love?

Is it your typical Romeo and Juliet story? Just modernised.

Is it like indulging in your favourite food all the time.

Is it like being around that 'Special Someone' all the time?

Or is it that feeling when your heart starts beating at an inhuman pace and its beating so erratically its going to jump out of your chest.

Or is it that feeling that you can never live without him?

Or even spend a day without looking at him?

Is it that feeling that every love somg is relatable to your relationship?

So what is Love?

Is it being haply and sad at the same time?

Is it like trying to laugh and cry over heartbreak?

The sad truth is I don't know, cause I've bever been in love before but all I've ever felt is heartbreak, rejection and that empty loneliness that eats my heart up bit by bit piece by piece*.

So What is Love?

*I've read it in books.

Watched it in movies.

And listened to it, in every lyric of every song.

But the worst part is that it's real life not some fantasy.

But I'll ask that question a million times till I get my answer and till I find my true Lover....

Evangeline Summers

Chance Miller \_

Ace Bowmen

BY: EVANGELINE SUMMERS

I stand helplessly against the doorframe watching the most vomit inducing scene unfold in front of me. My best friend -now ex-best friend- and my boyfriend -now ex-boyfriend - making out on my bed, in my room, in my house and on my 15th birthday.

"Best birthday present ever", I semi-yell sarcastically.

"E-Evangeline", My ex-boyfriend stammers horrified or even mortified. He looked at me like he'd just seen a ghost. His face turned pale.

"No Emma Watson", I said sarcastically attempting to get the horrific senario out of my head, but it kept replaying like a video on repeat.

"It's, it's not what it looks like", Max and Dawn say in unison.

"You say that every time. I'm human too. I also have feelings. I also have a heart......", I pause trying to fight back the tears which threaten to spill. "I also have a heart. I'm not a toy that you can play around with Max Heesters. Goodbye, I hope we never see each other ever again", I continue.

"Are you dumping me? Cause I decide when we break up!", Max shouts.

"Oh really who are you? You filthy son of a......", Before I can stop myself my hand makes contact with his cheek "This is how it feels to get dumped."

Dawn chuckles "Hope you have the worst 15th birthday, Evan."

I gave my boyfriend-or ex-boyfriend- another bitter laugh. "So you were two timing", I deadpanned, clenching my fists to try to stop myself from giving him another hard slap across his cheek. "What was it? Was it the hair? Was it the clothes? Was it because I never wore dresses? Was it because I never acted like a decent girl? Was it because I'm not curvy and beautiful?"

"I didn't mean to hurt you", His deamoner changed.

"Shut up", My lip quivered and my voice trembled. In that instant I hated how vulnerable I sounded. I hated how weak I felt. I hated how I could phsically feel my heart break into countless pieces and fragments.

"You know as cliché as this sounds, Max. I really thought we had something special. You were the first boy that made me feel loved. You were the first boy that made me feel confident and happy. You", I paused once again holding back those obnoxious sobs that threatened to release.

"You know what? GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!", I yelled through gritted teeth.

"Whats the noise, darling?", My moms footsteps echo through the hallway. I didn't want her to see me like this; weak and vulnerable. Afterall she was the woman who had taught me to be the feminist I am today.

"Just found my ex-boyfriend cheating on me with my ex-best friend", I summarise.

"Poor darling, theres more fish in the sea", My mom comforts me patting my head like I'm a four year old kid who just lost her favorite vanilla ice cream cause she dropped it on the floor.

"Now you two get out of my house", My mom points towards the door with a steely gaze. "And don't you ever show yourselves near Evangeline again!"

"The enemy has evacuated", My mom affectionately ruffles my hair.

"Can I please be left alone. I need space", I snap than instantly regret it.

"Oh honey buns. Double fudge brownie ice-cream coming right up", My mom engulfs me into a bear hug as she senses my tears.

The tears I was sure I was going to run out of soon enough were still rolling down my cheekbones, and I failed to inhale because of my rapid breathing due to crying. I felt horrible and hypocritical for being so dramatic and weak and pathetic. I hated myself for crying.

"Honey", My mom sat me down as I cried in her arms. "Cupcake these thinga happen. Heartbreak, Love, Hate, its all a part of life. These problems, emotions, barriers are all here to make you stronger and confident. So don't feel ashamed for crying. Your tears show that you've been strong for a long time. So don't hesitate to cry, it doesn't show your vulnerability. It shows that you've been tough and have fought against every challenge life threw and presented you with. Just remember I'll always be here to listen", My mom rubs my hair as I sob into her plaid shirt.

Did I mention that my mom is the most amazing person you'll ever meet. The fashionista, table turner, scientist, feminist, over-all smartie and the prettiest woman you'll ever lay your eyes on. I don't live with my dad (Richard Summers) or my forster brother (Carter Owen Rhodes Summers) but my parents aren't divorced, its just for business reasons. And I do get to see them during summer vacationa and winter break.

My mom is chemical engineer and my dad is an opthamologist. Every eye - surgery I've seen makes my insides churn, its gruesome. Carter's gone to Oxford, London to persue his studies in Cardiology. Sometimes its hard to decide which is a more gruesome occupation.

"Cheer up, butter wings", My mom hands me a bowl of double fudge brownie ice cream. "Dad called and you were busy crying over a *biscuit."

"Mom what is a biscuit*?", I shove a spoonful lf the cold and creamy goodness into my mouth.

"Don't forget to call Dad and Carter", My mom says grabbing the keys totally ignoring my question.

"Where are you off to?", I inquire.

"To the lab, a new chemical was sent to be tested."

"But its my birthday", I whine like a brat.

"Oh sugar plum, how about a midnight feast with loads and loads of movies?", My mom negotiates.

"No documentaries on chemical reactions?", I ask just to make sure. I don't know about you but I don't want to spend my birthday watching documentaries on chemical reactions and animal reproduction.

"No documentaries", My mom assures me. "Bye bubblegum", My mom shuts the door behind her and I watch as her SUV disappears from my sight.

I lean on the wooden door, little did I know that it was all going to disappear from my sight forever.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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