Rachel Sandoval and her big brother Darry have been through quite a lot. They were abused by their father and was left by their mother. Now that Darry turned 18, he has full custody of his 15 year old sister. He's developed this over protective pers...
December 25th, 2019 Rachel's p/v "3, 2, 1-no, not yet." I giggle. "You said you had it down to the second." "And I do! One more time, one more time," Tyler lights the candle again, "3, 2, 1." The clock turns 12 am, December 25th. "Happy one month anniversary, love." "Happy one month anniversary, angel. It feels like no time has passed." "Same here. Every single day is a new adventure with you, and I wouldn't have it any other way." "Can I give you my preset now?" "I'm on the edge of my seat." "I couldn't find you an anniversary gift back at the mall but I did find this little guy in a store not too far from here." "Was it when I was sick in bed?" "Mhm. Here's your gift." I pull out a bag from behind me. He takes it and pulls out a picture frame. "It's a photo of our first ever selfie together." "Read the back." Tyler turns the frame around. "Rachel, this is incredible." "It's nothing, just a cheesy poem I wrote that night." "We're really relying on that night for our gifts, huh? This is what I got you." Tyler places a box on the floor. I open it. "Frank Sinatra and Britney Spears teddy bears? Tyler, this is the cutest thing I've ever seen." "It's us! You're my little pop star. Pre-troubled pop star." "And you're my pre-dead movie star." "How romantic." We giggle and lock eyes. He leans forward and kisses me on the lips. I wrap my arms around him. He pulls me to him as he falls on his back. We start making out. Thank you, Bowie, Heath, Isiah, and Declan for craving 11 pm hot chocolate.
I open my eyes and silently groan. Tyler and I knew that getting up at 11:30 am was going to ruin our sleep. But we had to celebrate the time to a tee! Whatever, I'm just going to take some melatonin. I get out of bed walk to the table. "Can't sleep?" I jump. "Darry! You're awake?" "Mhm." "With a cup of tea." "It's good for the soul." I turn on the lights. Hector isn't in bed. "Where's Hector?" I ask. "Not sure. I think he's on his 4 am pee break." "TMI, but thanks for the info. You look tired." "Cuz I am." I grab my phone and take a photo of him sitting on the bay window. Ours look so different to everyone's else. "Say christmas morning!" Darry slightly smiles. Loser.
I'm back in bed with warm sheets and tea in my system, but my eyes are wide awake. How many sleepless nights has it been? Life doesn't feel real anymore. All the little times where I thought my whole world was ending don't seem so cruel compared to now. But hey, like Lana once said, "I'm pretty when I cry".
Declan sent me what Mary posted because we both agreed to walk on egg shells for now. He said I shouldn't stop being me just because Mary is claiming I'm being her, but I think we both know is that I should keep a low profile. I don't want any more trouble.
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Jonathan commented "snazzy blazer". Mary replied with "more like shannzyyzy". I hate their dynamic. Kayla commented "i'm actually in love with you". Mary replied with "let's get married in vegas, baby" and Kayla replied with "🙄 fine but I'm wearing a white suit". Mary replied with "no i wanna be elvis". PLEASE I BEG I WANT CONVERSATIONS IN MY COMMENT SECTION LIKE THAT.
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