when a girl who believes that no one actually likes her; meets a boy who doesn't like relationships ~
[ slowburn ]
[ friends to lovers ]
[ social media ]
This story has triggers for eating disorders, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, physical and emotio...
But still we laugh, we cry We fall, we get high Just like we were kids
kids again : artist vs. poet
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Ariyah stares at the picture she posted to her story the whole Uber ride home. She missed Corpse so much already and she couldn't believe what was happening to her. Her, Gab, and Soph had gone their seperate ways once they landed in Ohio with the promise to hang out the next day.
Pulling up in front of her childhood home, she's hit with a wave of nostalgia, memories both good and bad escaping her memory. The porch light is on and getting out of the car she thanks the driver and begins to carry her bags inside.
The door opens and she smiles seeing her twin brother's face coming towards her. "Austin," she smiles, hugging him when he gets to her.
"How was your flight?" he asks while taking a bag and walking with her inside.
"It was good!" she smiles and enters the house, the sound of the TV in the living room fills her ears and looking in she smiles at her dad and two eldest brothers DJ and Lincoln.
"Welcome home!" her dad smiles getting up from the couch to greet her.
"didn't bring your new boyfriend along?" DJ asks as he gets up as well and Ariyah rolls her eyes, already annoyed with her brothers.
"good to see you to D," she says begrudgingly and he laughs while pulling her in for a hug.
Looking around she doesnt see Braydon, her younger brother. "Where's Braydon?" she asks.
"Work," her dad says, "his manager has been driving him home since he lives down the street,"
"oh that's cool," Ariyah smiles before a yawn escapes her mouth. "I think i'm going to go to bed, I'm exhausted,"
Her family tells her goodnight and she walks into her childhood room. It looked exactly like how she left it when she moved out other than a few changes she made every year when she came home for Christmas. All the way down to the ripped up pictures of Logan on her desk and many printed out pictures of her, Gab, and Soph at parties in high school.
Her bed was also just as comforting as it has aways has and as she lays down she immediately falls asleep.
