Guess What I Finished?

English story! it's 4 pages on miscrosoft word (double space, times new roman) and drama guy would have read most of th end if he didn't go away right before i finished! *grawr* well here it is anyway:

Two Days, Three Hours, Forty-Five Minutes, and Three Seconds Ago

“I had to admit that my heart did skip a beat when I first met him, but now I don’t like him, not in the least.” I lied to my best friend, Patty, when she asked about Dean, my ex-boyfriend.
In the past week, I have lost both my best friend and my boyfriend with just one momentary lapse of judgment. Today is April 15. It has been two days, three hours, forty-five minutes, and two – oh, wait, - three seconds since the biggest tragedy of my life. I have been crushed every second. Now the way I am expressing my emotions on the break-up may make it seem as if Dean broke up with me; but alas, I did the breaking.
He and I had been together for two months, two weeks, and two days, which I find a bit ironic, seeing as my lucky number is two. I guess numbers just cannot be lucky. We talked on the phone constantly, we went on a date every weekend, and we tried to hang out just as friends as frequently as possible. Life was good and I was the happiest girl in the world. I was quite possibly happier than a greedy man inheriting all the money in the world could ever be. Then one day, he asked if I wanted to come over his house for dinner. My life came to a halt and my sanity ceased to exist. Sure, he had been over my house once or twice, but this was different. I was scared. What if I get in too deep and he breaks my heart? What if this is all a joke? What if I am living a lie? What if I don’t like him as much as I think I do? I inquired myself constantly about these things.
Finally, I broke. I no longer believed the boy I had once held so dear. I would tell myself he did not like me. I would tell myself the way he looks in my eyes and the way he smiles when he sees me were just figments of my imagination. I drove myself crazy. The tortured I inflicted on myself became too much. I called him up and when he answered, told him I felt like a complete idiot for what I was about to do. Then, I told him perhaps the biggest lie I will ever tell a boy.
“I think we’re better friends than boyfriend and girlfriend.” I told him in a solemn tone.
“Oh.” He replied. I could tell he was caught off guard by my words.
I probably should have said goodbye at that point, but it was just too cliché. I stayed on the phone as my tears began to fall. I would never let him hear me cry, so I didn’t speak and I held the phone as far away from myself as possible while still being able to hear him if he spoke. After maybe ten minutes, he said goodbye. This is where we pick up today; me sad, broken, and lonely, though I am surrounded by my friends (minus Dean).
“Hello? Dida? Deirdre-Lynn! Anybody home?” I felt Patty’s fist give a playful knock at my head.
“What? I’m listening.” I tried not to blush.
“Then what was the current discussion topic? Patty loves to use large words whenever she possibly could.
“Uh, boys?” I went with the most probable answer.
“For once… no!” She said with a laugh, “You weren’t pondering your former relationship with Dean again, were you?” she said in a much more serious voice.
I looked down at my lunch as the only response she needed.
“Dida, I thought you said you were over that boy.”
“I am Patty, it’s just, I don’t know…” I searched for the words I wanted, “I want to get over him, I really do, but then I remember all the good times we spent together and I just can’t throw that all away.”
“’Men are like a deck of cards’ Dida, ‘you’ll find the occasional king, but most are just jacks. (Laura Swenson).’” She grinned and I smiled back.
She knows I love quotes. She and Dean are the only two who know I have a book of three hundred sixty-five quotes, one for each day of the year. Others may find it strange or wild if they found out about my quotes and me. I don’t even know if Dean was listening to me when I told him about my quotes, but I can trust Patty to keep my secret.
We are dismissed from the cafeteria and head to our last three classes. I hate these classes. Spanish, English, and History are dull, and the teachers, even duller. However, this is not the reason I so strongly dislike these classes. I did not mind these classes two days, four hours, seven minutes, and twenty-four seconds ago. The classes bother me so much because my lovely blob of and ex-boyfriends (also known as Dean) is in all of them. I only remember four things about the remainder of my school day: Dean, writing notes down, hitting my head on the window when the bus when over an abnormally large bump, oh, and something about churros.
I arrive home and go straight to the cookie jar. Now I know this is not the healthiest snack in the world but it will stop my stomach from grumbling until dinner. The time is 3:07 pm. We have been apart for two days, four hours, thirty-nine minutes, and fifty seconds. I should do my homework to get it out of the way. The key word in that sentence of course being “should”. Instead, I log onto the computer. I double click in the instant messaging icon and type in my password: Silverstein. Yes, I know this is a bit screwy, but heck, at least no one will guess it. I giggle at my own thoughts.
I am looking for a particular screen name on my buddy list to sign on. Yes! He is on. I send a message to ‘theDeaninator17’.
“Hi, how’s it going?”
“Not bad, how about you?” He replies almost immediately.
“Nothing really, I just have something on my mind. Can I ask you something?” I ramble on but he never seems to mind.
“Sure.”
“Do you ever miss us?” I asked nervously.
“Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. Why, do you?”
“Yea, I think about it a lot.” Every second of the two days, four hours, forty-two minutes, and however many seconds since we broke up, I added to myself.
“Oh.”
“Can I ask you something else?”
“Anything.”
“Do you believe the quote ‘Friendship often ends in love, but love in friendship – never (Charles Caleb Colton)’?”
“I believe the first part.” He paused. “Dida, we’re going to get through this break-up and no matter what, we will always be friends.”
“I hope so, I just feel like I’ve made an enormous mistake.”
“There’s a reason for all of this, I can feel it. It was going to happen sooner or later anyway.”
“I guess so.” I am still doubtful about what he says, even though I want to believe him.
“Listen to me, one day you’re going to find the perfect guy. He is going to be smart, funny, and attractive. You will never be able to get him out of your head and he will not be able to get you out of his. You are going to be so enthralled with him that the thought of breaking up won’t even cross your mind. I just know it, hun.”
He has not called me ‘hun’ since we broke up. He hasn’t called me ‘hun’ in two days, four – or was it five hours? Oh, whatever – but it has been a while. I have forgotten how well how well I used to think he knew me. I told him so much those two months and some odd days and I do not even know if he was listening.
“Even if you are not in my life and we are not together or even friends,” Dean said, “I think Carl W. Buechner’s words will still be true for me, ‘They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.”
“Thanks, Dean,” I responded, “I think I’m going to be okay with ‘just friends’ now.”
I smile the biggest smile that has crossed my face since the however long it has been since are lives were separated by an act of fate. I speak to the computer screen as if ‘theDeaninator’ can truly hear me, “Maybe you were listening.”