I roll over in bed. Another day another why. Why am I working with my ex-boyfriend? Why am I not with him anymore? Why can't I just admit my feelings?
I can feel the tension between Shannon and I when we're working and especially when we go out after shows with our friends. I am trying desperately to admit that I was wrong to leave him, but...I guess I'm just stubborn. But I find myself falling for him more and more everyday
I don't even know what to do about Shannon anymore. He says he wants to at least be friends, but I know him too well. He wants more. I just don't know what I want. Part of me wants to just run to him, but part of me wants to explore the single life. I'm so confused.
Another sleepless night. I close my eyes and I can see Shannon's smiling face. I can hear his sweet words every time I roll over. I pray for the torture to end, but it never does.
"You look awful," Kameryn says to me as she walks into the women's locker room.
"Rough night," Leighanna asks. I nod and sigh.
"It's Shannon."
"Surprise, surprise," Amy says. "What's he done now?"
"Nothing," I reply. "That's the problem."
"I thought you guys just wanted to be friends," Kameryn says.
"I don't know what he wants anymore. I don't even know what I want," I say and bury my head in my hands.
"You need to talk to Shannon," Amy says sagely.
"You really do," Leighanna and Kameryn agree.
I sigh and get up to leave. "She's actually listening to us," Kameryn asks with a giggle as I leave the locker room and head down the hall. I stop outside Shannon's locker room and raise my hand to knock. I take a deep breath and knock.
He opens the door and smiles. "Can we talk?" He nods and steps aside for me to enter.