We're Falling Apart To Half Time. < / 3

[xxbrokenheartxx]

for the infamous Pierce James. </3

Pierce,
We haven't talked in a little bit. I miss you, meet me at RPL at 5:45. Can't wait to see you,
Aaryn

Aaryn didn't know if she wanted this whole thing with Pierce and herself to work out, but she decided she'd make one last attempt at it, and if it didn't work, then she'd end it for good. She didn't want to hurt Pierce, but she couldn't keep living a lie, it would hurt him more when it was over. But she'd give him one more chance. He was a good guy, and one more chance would be okay.

Aaryn was at Rose Petal Lane now. She played with her hair for a little bit, still unused to the shortness. She wondered how Pierce would react. She couldn't remember if Pierce had seen her haircut the last time they had talked. She didn't think so. She rather liked it. Apparently, Aaryn was becoming known, a little too known. People had been stealing her look. So, she came up with a new one, one that she rather liked. She had made the right decision, even if it had been rather quick.

'Pierce...' she muttered to herself. She wasn't sure why she was whispering to herself, but his name kept on coming back into her head.

She shivered slightly as a strong gust of wind blew, making her cold. She zipped up her sweater even more. She pulled up her hood as well. The last time she had been on the lane, she had seen Dezi. They had hugged, and she had kissed him in the cheek. Then they had talked. It was nice, she supposed. She wondered if Pierce knew about it. Would he have thought it cheating, kissing Dezi on the cheek? She didn't know, but didn't care. That wasn't cheating. That was being friends.

[Pierce James]

Pierce had been pacing the length of his dorm room when a sudden rapping caught his attention at the door. He paused his pacing, taking a moment to stare at the door almost as if he had no clue what to do. The rapping had brought him out of a sort of trance; he'd been mulling things over for quite a while. Tentatively, he pushed open the door. Right as he opened it, an owl flew in with a small note wedged in its beak. The owl settled on the nearest bed and stared at him.

Obviously the note was for him, and figuring this out, Pierce took the parchment from the bird's beak, patting it on the head lightly since he didn't have any owl treats. He grunted and pointed toward his cat's food and water bowl, in case he would want anything (although owls don't really like cat food). After reading the small note, Pierce sat on his bed quietly, tossing the paper aside. She was what he'd been thinking about. With a quick look to his watch, Pierce sighed. He had five minutes to meet her.

A small bit of the note bothered him. I miss you. That made his situation a whole lot worse. You see, Pierce hadn't just been pacing his room, thinking about random things. Oh no. As he sat on his bed, he frowned, running a hand through his hair, frustrated. He was thinking of Aaryn. Not about how much he liked her, or how her hair looked now.

He was trying to think of how to end it.

He really did like the girl, there was no denying it. He just hated Desiderio. And he hated the thought of Aaryn sneaking around on him with Desiderio. No one liked being cheated on. It makes you feel worthless, like you're just not good enough. So, he would end their so called 'relationship' before she started anything. Basically, he was protecting himself. If she actually had feelings for him, she would have expressed it more by now, instead of being so distant.

Throwing on his old black Korn hoodie over his long-sleeved grey shirt, and a cream-white scarf, Pierce head out of his dorm and out of the castle. He'd made up his mind. He walked with long, calm strides, looking about the scenery as he made his way to Aaryn. When he reached Rose Petal Lane (which had no rose-petals), he saw that Aaryn was waiting for him, but with her back turned against the wind, which in turn was her having her back to him. He approached her, and at first didn't say anything. She was shivering.

Pulling off his hoodie, he draped it over her shoulders. It was large on her, but that would just make her more warm. "Aaryn..." he muttered, neither a frown nor a smile on his face. His tone was serious and calm, but surprisingly soft and gentle. He wrapped his arms around her gently, wanting to at least hold her once before he said anything more. "I've been wanting to talk to you." After a moment, he let go.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

dance, dance, and these are the lives we love to live.

A large sweatshirt was draped around her shoulders, providing warmth. Why did that always seem to happen to Aaryn when she walked down Rose Petal Lane? Not that she minded that much. It gave her a good feeling, only part of which was warmth. She didn't wonder why someone was wrapping a sweatshirt around her arms. She assumed it was her boyfriend, Pierce. It would make sense. Aaryn... I've been wanting to talk to you.

Aaryn turned around to see Pierce. He wasn't smiling nor frowning. He sounded serious. Something disappeared in her stomach and it felt empty. Aaryn didn't know what he wanted to talk about, but it didn't sound good. What if he wanted more commitment? That would be bad. She smiled slightly and gave him a short kiss on the cheek before nodding.

'Ya, what is it?' she said, trying to sound airy and light.

But it was a poor façade. Any idiot could tell that she was forcing it, and there was obvious worry and concern on her face. She forced a small smile around her lips and pulled Pierce's tighter around her shoulders looking up at him, into his emerald green eyes. She tried to discern an emotion in his face, but she could find anything. Why did boys have to be so damn hard to figure out?

Clouds covered the sun, giving the scene an even worse feeling. Even if he was about to say something that he thought was good, it wouldn't be good. Aaryn's smile faltered. If he asked for more, then she'd have to end it. But, perhaps it was just that he was quitting the Quidditch team, or he found his long lost second cousin, or something, and he was being all dramatic like.

[Pierce James]

Pierce avoided Aaryn's gaze, breathing out a large breath to calm his nerves. All of a sudden, going through with it was very hard when she was staring up at him. Damn her eyes. He'd gone through with the scenario over and over in his mind and had felt very confident about what he was about to do. Now, his voice caught in his throat. Without giving away that he was nervous or reluctant, Pierce looked at her.

Clearing his throat, Pierce continued on, finding his voice again, which, he noticed, had reverted to the soft irish accent, which had been happening a lot lately. "You know that I care about you." He stuck his hands in his jean pockets, breathing out another slow breath. "And you should know how I feel about you. Hell, I never would have kissed you or asked you to dinner if I didn't. I would've just ignored Emmy when she brought me that letter. I care a lot for you, Aaryn. But..."

He stopped again, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. What're you waiting for? She's led you on for months, don't let her waste more of your time. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind. He shouldn't be bitter toward her, it was bad karma. But one can't really help what they feel. "But you don't feel the same way. And I can't deal with that. I should've known the minute I heard the stories that no matter how much I tried to be good to you, you wouldn't feel anything for me."

He took a hand and ran it through his hair, closing his eyes only momentarily before looking at her again. "Your heart isn't fully in this relationship, so there shouldn't be one. I don't want to know if you're cheating on me. You and Moretti have something going, even if you're technically just friends. I'm ending it so you'll be happy with him. I know that you aren't, with me."

[xxbrokenheartxx]

dance, this is the way they'd love.

Pierce was staring at her. This time Aaryn could discern more from his face. He was nervous. He was having trouble telling her something. Aaryn bit down on her bottom lip. This did not bode well. One of two things was about to happen, he was about to break up with her, or two, he was about to propose to her. She now figured it would be the first. Which she wasn't all that sad about. She looked down at her fingers for a moment and he began speaking, she looked back up.

You know that I care about you. And you should know how I feel about you. Hell, I never would have kissed you or asked you to dinner if I didn't. I would've just ignored Emmy when she brought me that letter. I care a lot for you, Aaryn. But...

This did not sound good. But then again, it kind of did. Aaryn nodded. 'I care for you too, Pierce,' Aaryn said. This was no lie. She did care for him. Just not in that way, nor as much as Dezi. 'But, what?' she asked, hoping he'd continue, and not just leave her hanging what it meant. That would just be pure torture. Pure torture. Aaryn bit down on her lip again, a little harder this time. That was what she did when she was nervous.

But you don't feel the same way. And I can't deal with that. I should've known the minute I heard the stories that no matter how much I tried to be good to you, you wouldn't feel anything for me.

Aaryn opened her mouth to protest, but then closed it again, without saying a word. Pierce ran a nervous hand through his hair and closed his eyes. He was getting to the point of this speech. She knew the end results would be favorable for her, and she was a little bit excited, in fact. But she didn't show it. That would be just plain mean.

Your heart isn't fully in this relationship, so there shouldn't be one. I don't want to know if you're cheating on me. You and Moretti have something going, even if you're technically just friends. I'm ending it so you'll be happy with him. I know that you aren't, with me.

Aaryn nodded in agreement, not speaking for a little bit. She didn't know how to respond. 'Pierce,' Aaryn began, 'you know you'll always have a place in my heart, but... I think your right. It was nice while it lasted, wasn't it though?' She smiled slightly, trying to raise his spirits.

[Pierce James]

Pierce snorted lightly, his gaze straying from Aaryn once again, looking to the snow-covered rosebushes. "I never had a place in your heart, Aaryn. Don't go all sentimental on me, I know you're not upset," he said softly, not in a harsh tone, just stating a known fact. He tried to make himself sound light hearted, but that was hard considering he had a dull ache in his chest. He hadn't anticipated that it would be so hard to go through with this; after all, he'd been thinking about it ever since the dance and had thought it would be rather easy. But it still hurt, even if the hurt would only be there for a little bit.

A half-hearted smile crossed his lips as his eyes returned to hers, scanning her features and coming back to her eyes. "It was nice. I'm certainly going to miss it." He smiled slightly, his mood starting to lighten. Aaryn's light hearted mood was contageous; the fact that she wasn't taking it that bad should have made him feel worse, but it actually made him feel better that he wasn't hurting her. "I know I can't be Miss Aaryn's boyfriend. But can I still be Missus Pebbles friend?"

He didn't know whether or not Aaryn was the type of person to hate her ex's, but Pierce certainly wasn't. At least, not the ex's that he wasn't in love with. Don't get me wrong, he really liked Aaryn, but he certainly didn't love her. At least, he wasn't in love with her. He loved her as a friend and cared for her, but he'd decided that they'd be better friends than a couple. He brought that thought to the front of his mind, along with other ones that made the break-up less hurtful for him. He smiled, genuinely at her. He knew later he would still hurt, but now he pushed it to the back of his mind.

He sort of wanted to leave, now that the break up was done with. He didn't like lingering after unhappy situations occur; it was just awkward. Clearing his throat, Pierce spoke again. "Erm, it's getting rather late." It's only six o' bloody clock! "I need to study a bit and feed Garfield before she rips my books to shreds." He knew Garfield would do that. And he was certainly telling the truth that he needed to feed her. His eyes fell to Aaryn's lips momentarily before moving back to her eyes.

He didn't know whether or not she would accept what he was thinking. He'd kissed his last girlfriend (and the ones before her for that matter) after they'd broken up, but that was because she was crying and it was to calm her nerves, show her he still cared for her (even though he'd been with her for two or so weeks). Bah, those french were so emotional. It'd come to be sort of a tradition for him to give them a last kiss goodbye whenever he broke up with someone so that it would end on good terms (he was always the one to do it, too). With a soft smile, that meant nothing deep, his voice became soft.

"For old time's sake, Ryn... One last kiss goodbye?" It didn't even sound cliche when he said it, it sounded more like an offering for mutual good-heartedness. If that made sense. Gently, as he always was, Pierce let his hand rest on her neck, his thumb slightly caressing her jawbone. He kissed her gently, innocently, and before it became too much of a long, passionate kiss, he pulled away, straigtening up. "Keep the jacket," he said with a slight smile. With that, he slid his hands into his pant pockets, and made his way from the lane back to the castle.

She says she's no good
with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out "A joke of a romantic" stuck to my tongue.
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's: "It can't get much worse."
Versus "No one should ever feel like..."