OMG hvor er det godt!! Har haft rimlig travlt de sidste par dage, men er glad for at jeg tog mig tid til at læse din fantastiske S/A !! You are a very talentet girl Anne

Sorry at jeg poster nu, Mille.
Men nu ligger den her til når du kommer hjem
Enjoy!
Oh, og den næste del (altså part 4) er den sidste.. Just so you know.

Part 3

“Can we talk?” Tom asked.

I didn’t know what do to or what to say. I sighed quietly and turned around.

“Tom, there’s nothing to talk about okay?” I said.

“But I need to t-”

“No, Tom!” I cut him off. I couldn’t let him say those words. I knew he was going to hurt me and I couldn’t let him. I just wanted to forget it and get everything back to how it was a couple of days ago. I’d rather still be madly in love with him than let him hurt me and ruin our friendship. “Listen to me, okay? Forget what I said, it was stupid. I don’t know what got into me.”

“Julianne stop saying that! Will you please listen to me?” He asked, a bit of desperation in his voice. I would not let myself listen to him; I couldn’t. I got my things and stood up.

“Tom, forget it, okay? I have to go.” I walked past him and instead of going to class I ran to the main doors. There was no way I was staying here one minute longer.

Just as I was about to run through the main doors, I heard someone call my name and I turned around. Marissa was stood a few feet away from me with a questioning look on her face.

“Where are you going?” She asked, “Class starts in a few minutes..”

“I’m going home, I don’t feel that good.” I lied and fake-coughed. Marissa sent me ‘the look’ and I caved. “Okay, so it’s only half a lie. I really don’t feel that good and it’s because Tom wants to talk to me. I can’t let him do that!” I tried to defend myself and get her to believe me.

“Dear Jules..” She said and put her hands on my shoulders. “I know that you don’t want to talk to him, but you can’t avoid him forever and you know it!”

I sighed; “Yeah, I know. But just this one time! I promise I’ll talk to him tomorrow.. I just.. I just need time to think and I can’t really face him this soon. Plus, I already know what he’s going to say. His words are going to hurt me and I can’t let that happen.”

“Okay, I’ll let you go. But I swear that if you haven’t talked to him before the day after tomorrow, I swear that I’ll lock you two up in a closet and it’ll not be like ‘Seven minutes in heaven’. You’re gonna have to talk to him!” She demanded, “And I’m not letting you out until you have worked it out.”

“Alright, I promise.”

“Plus, prom is on Friday and I want you to come with a smile on your face.” She said.

“I promise that I’ll be there..” I said and she eyed me again, “..And with a smile on m-”

“Julianne!” I froze for a second. I didn’t have to turn around to see who was calling my name this time. It was Tom.

“I have to go now,” I told Marissa and ran out the door.

I literally ran all the way home, occasionally checking if Tom was following me. Deep inside I knew he didn’t. I knew that he wanted to talk to me, but he didn’t want to miss a class and after all, he could just talk to me when he got home. I was already expecting him to do that.
I got home safely and went to the kitchen. If the girls weren’t here to cheer me up, I knew that this would; a bowl of ice-cream and lots of Friends episodes.

‘Only the best’, I thought to myself as I grabbed the ice-cream out of the freezer. I went to get a spoon and noticed a note on the counter.

‘Jules, love.
Your father is working late tonight and I’m out with Marie and Deborah; shopping, dinner and a movie later. I’ll be home around 11 pm.
Enjoy yourself, dear.’

I had the house to myself all night. I threw the note in the trash and went to the living room. I found one of my favorite episodes and sat on the couch.

Hours went by and I’d been watching Friend the entire time. I decided to go for a walk, then order some take-away and cuddle up on the couch again.

I went to my room, put on a pair of black flip-flops and a cardigan. I ran down the stairs again and out the door. As I left our street, I made sure that Tom didn’t notice me. I still wasn’t in the mood to talk to him.

I walked to the park and sat on a bench, enjoying the lovely weather. The sky was light blue and only a few clouds could be seen. Birds were singing and laughing children could be heard. They were playing on the playground in the park. I could see it from where I was sat.

My mind brought me back to when Tom and I were younger. When everything was perfect and we didn’t have any worries in the world; the time where I wasn’t in love with him but where the only thing we was to me, was my best friend. I missed having nothing to worry about.

A half hour later I went home again. When I got home I ordered some take-away and while waiting for the food I got my things ready for school the next day.

The doorbell rang after about twenty minutes and I ran down the stairs and to the door. I swung it open and froze. It wasn’t the usual tall, dark-haired guy who delivered the take-away food, it was Tom.

“Jules,” He spoke. I didn’t know what to do and out of nowhere I slammed the door shut and locked it.

Argh kan ikke vente med at læse det sidste

NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEJ ! HVORDAN KAN DU STOPPE DER !?ö

God jeg glæder mig til noget mere !!

Det er seriøst godt !!!

- Og så gør dte ikke noget du lagde det ud xD <3

Tak for jeres skønne kommentarer
- They make my life, haha!

Anyways.. Jeg har endelig fået begyndt på part 4 og mangler kun sidste halvdel. Det kommer helt klart op senere idag

YAY !

Her er så part 4. Tak til alle der har læst og kommenteret!
Comments are appreciated. Enjoy!



“Julianne!” Tom yelled, “Open the door! Please?!” He kept knocking on the door and I knew that I couldn’t just let him stand out there making a fool out of himself. I felt bad, but at the same time I was scared of what was going to happen if I opened the door.

“Please, Julianne..” I could here him sigh. I felt terrible. Even though I told him how I felt, he was still my best friend and I felt bad for doing this to him. “Well, if you’re not going to open the door, then I give up. I’ll see you tomo-”

“Tom..” I said. I had done it. I had opened the door and now I stood face to face with him. My heart started to pound in my chest. I hated him for doing this to me. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told yo-”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence because suddenly his lips came crushing onto mine.
I froze. What was he doing? He couldn’t just kiss me like that. I knew that it was what I’d been dreaming about for years, but it wasn’t supposed to be something he did just because he wanted me to feel happy or because he felt sorry for me. No, that was even worse.

I pushed him away gently, “Tom, why are you doing this?” I asked confused.

“Because you mean so much to me..” He said.

“Tom, please don’t do this to me. I’m in love with you and I do not need you to kiss me just because you feel sorry for me or some-”

“Jules, listen to me.” He cut me off. “I’d never do something like that. You know that. If I felt sorry for you or wanted you to be happy, I’d say it in a nice way and give you a bone crushing hug. But I’m not going to do that.”

“Oh..” I just said, “But then why’d you kiss me?” I asked confused. I didn’t get it. Why did he kiss me? And why did he say those things?

“Julianne, when you were ignoring me today was horrible and I couldn’t stand it. We’ve been inseparable for years and you know how it feels when one of us is missing. It’s like the world and time is passing by extra slowly just to make us feel bad and I don’t want that to happen ever again.”

He stopped for a second to give me time to say something, but I didn’t. I didn’t know where he was going with all this and I just looked at him with confusion.
“What do you mean, Tom?” I asked.

He sighed; “What I’m trying to say is, that for all these years I’ve only looked at you as my best friend but just now I’ve realized that it’s not what I wanted. So could you please ask me that question again? The one you asked me yesterday..” He asked.

“Tom, I can’t.. It hurt too much the fir-” I looked in his eyes and he sent me a look that told me to do it. It was what he wanted and I knew that I had to do.

”Have you ever thought.. just maybe.. you belong with me?”

I looked down at my feet. I’d done it. I’d asked him again and just like the last time my heart was pounding even more. I looked up at Tom and saw that he had a smile on his face.

“Julianne, I know.. that you belong with me.” He smiled. I was dreaming. I had to be. This couldn’t be real. Had he actually said that I belonged to me, and did he mean it? Could he have meant the way I wanted to belong to him or was it in a friendly way?

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything when you asked me that question the other day, but I didn’t know what to say. You had made me think about a lot of things in that moment and before I knew it you had left. Jules, I wanted you to know that I feel the same way; I’ve finally figured it out. I’m so sorry that you and me both had to go through this painful day, but it’s over now and if you want to you can be mine.. Not only will you be my best friend, the one who’s been through everything with me, but you’ll be the one I’d do anything for and the one who’ll always have my heart.”

Tears filled my eyes as he said those beautiful words. I was so happy to hear that he never intended to hurt me and that he really cared about me too.
I was still in shock about his words that all I could do was hug him. He held me close; closer than he’d ever done and I felt safe. I knew that this was where I belonged and I was going to stay here forever.

“Julianne?” Tom asked after a while. We were still standing in the hall embracing each other. “Don’t you think we should close the door?”

I laughed; good old Tom was back. “You’re such a nutter!” I let go of him and looked up into his beautiful brown eyes. He leaned down and kissed my lips softly, the smiled at me and turned around and went outside.

“What are you doing?” I asked. He wasn’t going to leave now, was he?

“I just had to get this,” He sent me a smile that was to die for, showing his one dimple. “I brought a blanket and cookies just in case I had to stay out here all night.” I laughed at him.

“Come on, Fletcher! Let’s go watch a movie!” I said as I pulled him inside the house again and closed the door behind me.

You know they say that getting into a relationship with your best friend is a bad idea, but who are ‘they’ anyways? I was not going to let them make me unhappy. If my life was planned to be lived unhappily I was not going to care about it now. I was going to live my life here and now and only care about today. If the unhappiness comes I’ll just be able to look back on this day and enjoy all the memories, because being able to enjoy one’s past is to live twice.

awww,, super god ficca! :i
så sød!
Damn første gang eg har skrevet noget her inde i laaang tid? ö
Men super duper, du skriver super godt!

anne...
Jeg ved jeg har sagt de her før, men....

JEG ELSKER DEN HER FIC !!!!

Oh sweet mother of jesus, den var da lige lovligt fantastisk Jeg fik sådan helt som om jeg selv var hende og ....
Oh dear ! Du skriver så fantastisk !!!! Jeg er såååååå misundelig !

I’ll never forget the day it happened. You were my everything and now that I’ve lost you, I have nothing left but a memory. The memory of your beautiful ocean blue eyes, your sweet pink lips and your hand that would always hold mine when I held you in my arms would always stay with me.

You were the most precious thing in my life and I’d do anything for you to stay alive. I remember the day I found you - it was pure hell.


We’d arrived home that morning, just around 10 o’clock and you were sleeping in my arms. I watched you breathe slowly - in and out. Your dad, Danny carried all our stuff up to the apartment and I slowly carried you up the stairs to the second floor. We went into the apartment and I sat on the couch. As soon as I sat down the phone started to ring. I shifted you in my arms and picked up the phone.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Hi sweetheart, are you home? When can I come see my beautiful granddaughter?” It was my mother; I smiled happily at you in my arms.

“Hi mum. Yes, we’re home now and you can come over now if you’d like.”

“I’ll be there soon!” I could picture her with a huge smile on her face and running around her house trying to gather her stuff before running to her car. I hung up the phone and your dad sat down next to me.

“We’re lucky, aren’t we?” He asked with a huge smile on his face and kissed my cheek.

“I believe we are. We have a lovely home, and beautiful baby daughter and most important; we have each other.” Little did I know that soon, that was what was going to keep me going through this life.

About ten minutes later my mum arrived, she stayed for an hour and when she had to leave, I almost had to push her out the door. She finally said goodbye and I promised her that she could come over tomorrow too. I put you to bed around 11 o’clock as you needed your nap, even though you’d been sleeping most of the time anyway.

I watched as you fell asleep in your cradle. You looked so beautiful. I couldn’t believe that you were mine; that I was going to spend my life seeing you grow up and experience everything I had gone through.

I went back to the living room and found Danny sitting on the couch watching TV. He smiled at me and I sat down next to him. We watched some random show for a while and later I made us both some lunch.

He turned on the radio; it wasn’t loud but still loud enough for us to hear it perfectly. I smiled as his arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me to the living room floor.

“Dance with me, love.” He smiled and I laughed as I nodded.

We danced for a little while; just staying to the music and sometimes he would spin me around.
After a while we just stood embraced, holding each other close. I was so happy; there wasn’t anything else I could ask for.

Another hour of doing nothing passed by and you’d been sleeping like an angel. I knew you were going to be the easiest child to take care of.

Around 1 pm I decided that you’d slept enough for now and I told Danny that I’d wake you up and then we could go for a walk with you in the park. The weather was perfect for a little walk for the three of us.

I smiled when I saw your peacefully face. You were so little and sometimes when I held you in my arms I was afraid that I was going to hurt you.

‘You don’t move much when you’re sleeping,’ I though to myself as I went to your cradle. You were lying in the exact same positing as when I last went to check on you.

“Darling, time to wake up” I spoke with a soft voice, as I stoked your little hand that was resting on your covers. It was cold - probably because it wasn’t under the covers, I thought. I stroked your cheek too, also a little cold.

“You wanna go for a walk with mummy and daddy?” I asked again with a soft voice. You didn’t even move. I picked you up and in that second I screamed like I’d never screamed before.


I was brokenhearted and it only made it worse when the doctors said the words that are still hunting my mind; “I’m sorry, but there’s nothing more we can do for her.”

Those words broke my heart even more. I believe I cried for weeks and just thinking about it, makes me cry again. You were my everything; my baby girl, my darling, my daughter and my love.
Your life ended that day, it was over as quickly as it had begun and I only had myself to blame. At least that’s what I did and sometimes still do. I thought that you’d died that day because I was a bad mother, someone who didn’t deserve a perfect little girl like you.
Along the way and years later, I’ve realized that I wasn’t the one to blame. No one was. We still don’t know why we lost you that day and sometimes I don’t even want to know.

What I do know is that no matter what, you’re still my daughter and I’ll love you longer than a lifetime.

Nøj, jeg var lige ved at tude Ö
Aij den var sørgelig :'(
Men stadig super fantastisk !
Keep up the good work Anne-pande-supermande !

I don’t think you realize how much you broke me. I don’t think you know how hard it was for me to face you everyday; to know that when I had a great day, you’d turn it around in one second with one of your stupid little comments. Those comments you thought were funny, the comments your friends thought were funny. But guess what, I was your friend too - and I didn’t at one point think they were funny.
We started out as friends. Great friends. You made me happy, and along with our three other friends I thought that the friendship, the five of us had would be something special. But I was wrong. Everything changed, and somehow I’m glad they did because it has made me who I am today.

I remember one of the things that started it all. All five of us were just hanging out at someone’s house, chatting and having fun after school. Just like we always did. Little did I know that this day would change me, you and a part of my life for years. I don’t exactly remember how we got to this point where you asked me that question, but somehow I got the wrong meaning of it, answered you not quite how I would have done today and well, you would never let me forget it. I know now, that it wasn’t a big deal but back then it was. You were my friend and friend does not make fun of or tease their friends in the way you did to me.
I left the house after a little while. I just couldn’t take your teasing and your stupid comments anymore. You followed me, told me that you’d never do it again. I remember the hug you gave me afterwards. How it felt to be in your arms and it was nice. Now I just need to point something out. I did not ever fall in love with you. You were one of my best friends – or so I thought. Because again, friends does not hurt their friends in the way you did to me.

The comments and the teasing kept coming and it started to be a regular thing; something that happened almost every day. It slowly broke me down – day by day. I tried to fight you back, I tried to ignore you and the comments but no matter what they always got to me. Even thought I knew that some of the things you said were not true, a part of me began to believe them; believe that I wasn’t good enough.

The episode that pushed me over the edge and into the depths of everything that had happened, is still in my memory and I think it will always be. But I’ve learned not to worry about it.
We were in our class, there was no teacher and it was in between two classes. You’d caught a little boy, he was probably six or seven years old and you were not being very nice to him. Everyone told you to let him go and to not hurt him because you could see than this little boy was scared. You didn’t listen to any of them, just laughed it off. But as soon as I told you to let the little boy go and not to hurt him, you snapped at me; “Just the fuck up Anne, and stay out of this!” And then you grabbed the thing that was the closest to you –which happened to be a pencil case- and threw it at me. You actually hit the side of my head. We kept yelling at each other – still in front of our friends that were still in the room.
At the end I couldn’t take in anymore and I left the room slamming the door on my way out. I was so angry with you. I hadn’t done anything than the other hadn’t done but somehow I was not allowed to go against you. I walked to the main building of our school, I cried in front of all the little kids playing outside. You have no idea how humiliating that was.
I locked myself into the bathroom and stayed there. I was quite surprised that no one had followed me, but suddenly I heard my name being called. It was one of my best friends but not one from our little group. She hugged me and I told her that I’d had enough of everything you did to me. I tried my best to convince her that the best for everyone would be if I left this school for another. I had no interest at all in staying here a moment longer.

Before I end this I would like everyone, who reads this, to know that the story has a happy ending. I am not going to tell you what happened exactly, but all I can and will say is; that the comments stopped and no one moved to another school. We didn’t become the best of friends again and I never would have let that happen either because you hurt me in a way that no one has ever done.
All I can say now is that you’ve made me who I am today and no matter what life brings me I will fight. I will fight for my rights and not let anyone bring me down because I am a lot better than that.

So my final words to you is; thanks for making me a fighter.

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