A Not So Little White Lie (A Joe Walker Love Story)

For as long as I can remember I’ve always had three rules for myself. Well, I guess not that long. Just since the first guy I fell for, broke my heart.
Rule Number 1: Don’t dance. The humiliation isn’t worth it.
Rule Number 2: Don’t let anyone see you cry.
Rule Number 3: Do not, under any circumstances, fall in love.
Little did I know, I was about to break every single one of my rules in one short week. And it all started with a lie.
I wouldn’t consider myself a liar. I mean everyone lies at one point or another, but I’m not a generic liar popping out fibs for the sake of it. I lie when I absolutely have no other choice. So, obviously, when I found myself in a situation where the truth would have been a perfectly reasonable option, I decided to lie.
I guess that sounds bad… and illogical… and it was. Probably the worst decision of my life. But things have a funny way of working out. Because even after the lie grew so big it consumed my life, by some crazy miracle, it was no longer a lie. It was the truth.




He stood in my doorway like he had done hundreds of times before. But this time there was no smile on his face, no welcoming arms, just a cold empty look.

“Ashlyn.” He said, reaching through the invisible barrier keeping us apart. “I’m sorry.”

His words were too painful. I stared at his extended hand, and just stared and stared until it finally retreated from my vision. The floor beneath me was blurry, clouded by the salty-sweet water falling from my eyes.

“Ash, I don’t know what else to say.”

He looked genuinely concerned. But he was an actor; it didn’t really mean much. I felt a sudden surge of rage, and the next thing I knew I was yelling.

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY?! How about ‘I’m sorry I wasted 2 years of your life ’ or ‘I apologize for pretending to love you!’ You can’t just throw out a general apology and hope everything’s rainbows and butterflies again!”

He didn’t look too taken aback, he expected this. But his hand still ran nervously through his hair.

“I get why you’re angry, but-”

“Stop trying to get me. You’ll never get me.”

“Ashlyn, I-”

“Brian Holden, you’re a d ick. Now get out.” I slammed the door in his face, hopefully leaving a dent on his pretty little nose.


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It's short.. but that's because its an introduction! Whoo!

I wish I had fancy quotes from people of Starkid.. that would be a cool way to end this. Hmm..