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Defying Love MAG

May 24, 2009
By awesomeaugust GOLD, Boston, Massachusetts
awesomeaugust GOLD, Boston, Massachusetts
10 articles 0 photos 176 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Keep your eyes on the stars and your feet on the ground"
~Theordore Roosevelt

I didn't want to like him. He was just so charming.

This might sound like every other love story, and it may be, but it may not. If you don't read on, you'll never know.

My name is Emily Brown, which I've always been quite happy with. I think it makes me sound pleasant but ordinary, and I prefer to blend in. Now, I suppose it's only polite to tell you a bit about myself before I jump into my story. I am five feet, two inches, have brown hair that comes to my shoulders, and I am not talented in any special way. These are the basic facts of me, and I think these are all I ought to tell you.

His name was Andrew Rivers and he was perfectly wonderful in every way. When he first came to my school in twelfth grade, he was a bit eccentric and didn't fit in right away. He was into music and played the drums and the guitar, although he wasn't good at either. What he was good at was singing, and when he did, you wanted to cry and laugh and sing along with him all at once.

My name is Emily Brown and his was Andrew Rivers and I loved him.

About two months into my last year of high school, Andrew asked me out. I was surprised since I had hardly ever talked to him, but I didn't have a boyfriend, and I didn't know how to say no.

It may help you to know that at my school there were couples that were simply together for the name, and some that were together only to have a date for dances and for kissing and other such things. When Andrew asked me out I had no idea what his intentions were, and I didn't like having no idea. I'm by no means a confrontational person, but I was starting to feel offended that after I had said that I would date him, he hadn't said another word to me. So I went up to him and we had a little talk.

Me: “Hey, Andrew.”

Andrew: “Hey.”

Me: “So …”

Andrew: (annoyingly, nothing)

Me: “You asked me out.”

Andrew: (nothing again)

Me: “Why?”

Andrew: “Why'd I ask you out?”

Me: “Right.”

Andrew: “I felt like it.”

Me: (irritated) “You felt like it?”

Andrew: “That's what I said, isn't it?”

Me: (infuriated) “I'm sorry. Actually I'm not. I didn't realize you were such a jerk, and I don't want to go out with you anymore.” (I'd never dumped someone before, okay?)

Andrew: “Are you dumping me?”

Me: “What do you think?”

Andrew: “Why?”

Me: “I feel like it.”

Andrew: (smiling) “Do you like Chinese food?”

Me: “I hate it.”

Andrew: “You've never had it.”

Me: “How do you know?”

Andrew: (laughing) “I'm good at reading people.”

Me: “Well, obviously you suck, because I've had Chinese food a million times and I hated it every time.”

Andrew: “Would you like to go out with me tonight?”

Me: “You're asking me on a date?”

Andrew: “Yes.”

Me: “Read my answer.”

Andrew: “Wonderful! I'll see you tonight. Be ready by six. Ish. Sixish.”

I hated this strange boy who I'd only really talked to twice. He made me infuriated. The only problem was, I couldn't figure out if I liked that or not.

That night at sixish sharp, Andrew showed up at my doorstep. My parents have never been into meeting my boyfriends, but as I was stepping out, he stepped in. He walked right into the living room where my parents sat watching the baseball game.

When he came back out I asked, “What'd you say?”

“I told them I'd have you back by eight.”


He laughed. “Nope. Just eight.”

We didn't talk much on the car ride. He had a CD playing that sounded kind of like Bob Marley, but I'd never heard the song before. It wasn't until we got there that I realized I didn't know where we were going. A small sign stood in front of the building but the name was too peeled away for me to be able to read it. What I could read was the sign beneath where the name should be, and it said, “The best Chinese cuisine for miles.”

“Chinese, huh?”

He smirked.

We walked inside and it was only then that I realized exactly how small the building was. There were little tables in the center of the room, about five of them, and a couch against one wall for sitting while you waited. As if. There was no waiting; we were the only customers. A sign read “PLEASE SEAT YOURSELF,” but I guess because of the lack of business, a waiter came over to seat us. He tried to show us to a table, but Andrew said, “Oh, no, thank you. We'll be sitting down here.”

He strolled over to the couch and at first I thought he wanted us to sit there, but then he grabbed two pillows and placed them on the ground a little way away from the tables.

I looked at him, baffled.

“Authenticity,” he said, smiling. He was always smiling.

I, personally, couldn't see how sitting on the floor was authentic.


There were many other dates, all very unusual. I was used to dances and movies, but with Andrew I got sunsets and local concerts. Once he took me to a bingo night that his aunt was hosting. Oddly enough, that was the night we first kissed.

I remember so clearly the day of graduation, the day I realized that Andrew and I wouldn't always be together. After we threw our hats and got our diplomas, he found me.

“End of high school, huh?” he said.


“What do you want to do, Emily?”

“With my life?”


“Be with you.”

He didn't smile like I wanted him to.

“Don't you want to go to college?”

I sighed. “Want to, or have to?”

Now he smiled. “You choose.”

“I should. Go to college, I mean. I found one that'll accept me.”

There was a long pause before I said, “Andrew, what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I dunno. Do what I do best, I guess. Play my music.”

“Oh. Yeah. That's cool. See you later?”

“When would I see you?”

“I see what you mean.”

“Bye, Emily.”


Thinking back, I wish I had said something better than bye. I wish I had told him that I loved him more than words could describe and that when he sang to me I felt like I was all that mattered in the world. I wanted to tell him that if he had just asked, I wouldn't have gone to college. I would have played his music with him.

I'm sitting at my computer right now, looking at a name on the screen on a website called “peoplefinder.” I want to call him and hear his voice, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid that he won't be my same Andrew.

I get a glass of cold water and sit on my couch. I picture myself having one last conversation with him.

Me: “Hey, Andrew.” (I say it so casually, just like old times.)

Andrew: “Hey, Emily.”

Me: “Why are you wearing a tie?”

Andrew: “Why shouldn't I be?”

Me: “I don't know.”

Andrew: “I have a job.”

Me: “Good.”

Andrew: “I'm a lawyer, Emily.”

Me: “That's great.”

Andrew: “You don't sound like that's great.”

Me: “Don't I?”

Andrew: “I live in an apartment in the city. I talk on the phone with other businesspeople.”

Me: “I'm proud of you.”

Andrew: “I have a diploma hanging up on the wall of my office. My office.”

Me: “Do you play music anymore, Andrew?”

Andrew: “Music.”

He looks at me as if he doesn't remember the word.

Andrew: “No, I don't play my music anymore.”

Me: “Oh.”

Me: “I loved you, Andrew.”

Andrew: “Loved? Past tense?”

Me: “I think so.”

Andrew: “I love you.”

Me: “Why'd you ask me out?”

Andrew: “I thought you were beautiful and smart, and I loved how shiny your dark brown hair was. I liked how you weren't too loud, and you didn't wear low-cut shirts like most other girls.”

Me: “I wish you'd said, ‘Because I felt like it.'”

Andrew: “Sorry.”

Me: “Me too.”

Andrew: “I have to be going.”

Me: “Yeah.”

Me: “Wait!”

Andrew: “Yes?”

Me: “I'd never had Chinese food before.”

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on Feb. 19 2012 at 10:37 am
LuxRawrs37 BRONZE, Acworth, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
The only reason people get lost in thought is because it\\\'s unfamiliar territory.

this was really sweet. You guys were in love..obviosly

aem312 BRONZE said...
on Feb. 18 2012 at 7:23 pm
aem312 BRONZE, Richmond, Massachusetts
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I liked this. The scene where Emily and Andrew part ways was very subtle but in a good way.

on Feb. 8 2012 at 6:49 pm
This is a great poem

irishlass317 said...
on Feb. 8 2012 at 2:47 pm
irishlass317, Jefferson City, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"I asked Jesus 'How much do you love me?' He answered 'This much.' And He streched out His arms and died."

Oh mi gosh!!!!!!!!!!! I absolutely love this!!!!!! Great job!!!! :D

musicgirl300 said...
on Feb. 3 2012 at 12:00 am
musicgirl300, Aurora, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
Thirty years from now, when you look back it won't matter what you wore or who you hung out with, what will matter is what you learned and how you used it.

I just finished the book "Roadside Assistance" (great book btw) the love story was so sad but uplifting. This article reminds me of it a lot. Nice job!! 

kelly said...
on Feb. 2 2012 at 8:08 pm
if i met someone like that, i would not hesitate to call him upeven if it is years later. this story is amazing. i wish i could write like that. that was so heartwarming yet sad at the same time. amazing piece, don't stop writing. WealthyLoving.COMit's a right place for you. Online dating in the developed countries for the millionaire singles and admirers.

on Feb. 2 2012 at 7:04 pm
zadiekatie23 PLATINUM, Rio Rancho, New Mexico
39 articles 4 photos 69 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." - Dr. Seuss

I really enjoyed this. Especially the ending, the ending really tied it up. I've always liked these kind of stories, the cute simple love stories. You just made my day- thanks!

on Feb. 2 2012 at 3:38 pm
_alannahurt SILVER, Snyder, Texas
9 articles 0 photos 24 comments

Favorite Quote:
A blank piece of paper is God’s way of telling us how hard it to be God.
– Sidney Sheldon

I Love this story! It the kind you read after a break-up and then the tears of sorrow change into tears of joy

Unknown0_0 said...
on Feb. 2 2012 at 2:46 pm
Unknown0_0, Valrico, Florida
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Wow, so touching! I love this you are an excellent writer. It is so hard to get your work published in this mag. :) Keep it up! :)

on Feb. 2 2012 at 10:24 am
Asharahy SILVER, Wayne, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"A lot of Truth is said in Jest" - Marshall Mathers

this is absolutely adorable :) I love the writing style and the conversations were hilarious!

Hilidan SILVER said...
on Feb. 2 2012 at 3:26 am
Hilidan SILVER, Istanbul, Other
5 articles 0 photos 52 comments
Although I don't like love stories this story took a place in my bests.

on Jan. 26 2012 at 3:46 pm
brilliant and original!! a perf masterpiece :D

on Jan. 20 2012 at 9:52 am
Maskedwriter SILVER, Alton, Missouri
8 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
why try to change the future and dwell on the past when you can't change anything. You've made your disitions and you have to go were life leads you through them.

There is a fiction andrew for every real one.

on Jan. 20 2012 at 9:46 am
Maskedwriter SILVER, Alton, Missouri
8 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
why try to change the future and dwell on the past when you can't change anything. You've made your disitions and you have to go were life leads you through them.

i don't know how to say what exactly i'm feeling, but i know that your story really struck a cored in my heart. I could feel it better then some of the others i've read. it was amazing. i hope that you find andrew, and that his music... you know what i mean. :)

on Jan. 18 2012 at 2:14 pm
MarleyRainbow PLATINUM, Valles MInes, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
one good thing about music is, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

It feels like a dream when your reading this, but in the end the depart... why is that? if they loved each other, then why did the let each other go? instead of holding onto them?

on Jan. 16 2012 at 11:52 pm
AndSoItGoes01 SILVER, Reno, Nevada
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Favorite Quote:
"The winter I told you icicles are magic, you stole an enormous icicle from my neighbors shingle, and gave it to me as a gift, I kept it in my freezer for seven months. Love isn't always magic, sometimes it's melting." -Andrea Gibson

Really good! I loved the way it ended great job and please keep writing!!!!!!!

on Jan. 11 2012 at 11:00 pm
HayleyCrow BRONZE, Boca Raton, Florida
4 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined. -Thoreau

Wow. That was actually amazing. Everything about it was spectacular. People are saying that they didn't like the begining, but I loved it. The way you contrasted yourself with Andrew was great. The simple structure almost helped describe the type of person you are. Loved it.

on Jan. 11 2012 at 9:47 pm
BeczLuvzYew BRONZE, Sandy, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
Live life like there is no tomorrow, with endless laughs, and love as deep as the ocean

I thought this story was amazing and so relatable I often find myself thinking about what i could have or should have done or said in certain situations bthroughout my life so this story really spoke to me but There was some room for improvement the story just went by too fast with barely any details about who this guy is and how he made her feel throughout the story not just at the beginning and end. I think you have loads of potential and are very good

MeMyselfandI said...
on Jan. 11 2012 at 7:03 pm
I thought the beginning of the story didn't flow as well as the end (like lexophile said, letting the reader figure out your character's personality as you go along instead of telling them what to think and picture would make your writing even better). But your dialogue was fabulous and really captured the tone, and I love the end a ton :)

on Jan. 11 2012 at 3:34 pm
lexophile12 SILVER, San Luis Obispo, California
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Favorite Quote:
"We dissect nature along lines laid down by our native language." - Benjamin Whorf

I enjoyed the end of this story much more than the beginning. The first couple paragraphs were very awkward (you don't need to introduce your character that way) and the conversations were unrealistic, but I loved the ambiguity at the end and the subtle irony of the situation. Although the "romance" of this story is never satisfied, it has a certain humor that illuminates the characters' traits and makes this worth reading.