Kismet (noun):
destiny; fate
"What chance did I stand against kismet?"
Nailea didn't believe there's a person on this earth that could break down her walls. She believed if this person did exist, they wouldn't be living in LA.
Then, she met Vinnie...
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naileadevora: how was ur halloween i bet mine was worse ________
willbyner: U right bestie urs was worse
>naileadevora: ill kill u
user: Omg how r u so hot
luvanthony: It was g :)
> naileadevora: im glad :)
user: Worse than doing nothing at all?
user: nai im obsessed with you
user: Lowkey her and ant <3
vinniehacker: it got better
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Nailea would be the first to admit she wasn't perfect. In fact, she had a habit of pointing out her flaws before people had a chance to notice them for themselves. She supposed this was her idea of a coping mechanism. Nailea would also be the first person to bring an aura of happiness into every room she entered. It had been a quality people noticed in her from a young age. Her mother had drilled into her the importance of putting on a smile and it essentially making everything okay again. People didn't know the smile was rarely real. She worried sometimes that her walls were up so high that she could never be one hundred percent honest about her emotions with another human being. Even her best friend, Will, had not unraveled Nailea, not for lack of trying. Nailea would be the first person to put someone else before herself in order to make them happy, because she knew they might have a better chance at happiness. Her friends attributed this to her selflessness, but to Nailea, it was only logical.
All of these things considered, Nailea liked Anthony. As a friend? Definitely. Beyond that, she struggled to explain how she felt. She couldn't tell you why she liked him if you asked her. She thought he had nice hair, she liked that he laughed a lot. She liked that he liked her. Nailea's friends told her that he was cute and 'just her type' but Nailea wasn't sure what constituted her 'type', as she was sure she didn't have one. After all, how could she have a type if she'd never had a boyfriend? But, Nailea liked to see people happy and Anthony was just that, happy.
A boyfriend to Nailea meant a lot of things. Every time the title appeared like her a cloud over her and a boy, she decided it was time for her to leave. A boyfriend meant being emotionally available and Nailea was a lot of things, but she wasn't that.
That brought her here. At a park with Anthony. They were lay on the grass on their backs, Anthony's laugh blending into the harmonious sounds around them. The distant sound of birds and children riding bikes. Nailea watched the clouds move. She felt at peace. Anthony's hand reached out and danced along Nailea's forearm. She lifted her head slightly from the grass to look at him. A smile spread from her eyes and she studied his features. The stubble that peppered his chin. His blue eyes that Nailea had decided were her favourite features that he possessed within twenty seconds of meeting him.
