Not So Cliché After All

Adventures Can't Last Forever

Sorry I haven't updated in forever! I am not discontinuing this book like my other one. I've just been finding myself.

-Third Person POV-

Alyson and Paris got closer and closer. Two girl best friends not really standing out for the crowd. Except they did. Everyone was in shock because Paris had always been the stereotypical tough, bad girl. Now she is constantly smiling.

Today was a Friday, and they were planning on having a sleepover. They had these often. It was an escape for Paris, and Alyson enjoyed her company. After the dismissal school bell rang, they both hurried out of class and to the exit. Bumping into each other in the way. Paris muttered a sorry, the voice gaining Alyson's attention.

"Par Bear?" She asked turning towards the girl she had ran into.

"Oh- Hey Aly!" Paris chuckled as they began walking down the crowded hall together, in less of a rush.

"Can we go on a shopping spree before the sleepover? Pleaseeeee, I'll pay if you push me around in the buggy!" Alyson asked- well basically begged. Paris shook her head with a small chuckle.

"Sure, is André picking us up or can we ride the skateboards?" Paris asked, earning a pout from Alyson.

"Whichever you want but I am shit at skateboarding." She whined.

"We can just practice riding the skateboards tomorrow." Parker assured.

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At first they were calm and serious in the store. They took a few photos for social media but then went wild. They giggled as Paris ran and pushed the grocery buggy before jumping on, gripping the handle. They bought a few flavors of ice cream and toppings, planning to have an ice cream buffet that night. They nearly got kicked out when they knocked over an entire food display but Alyson bribed the worker with fifty pounds.

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Once they arrived at Alyson's they hurried to the kitchen to put away the ice cream before it melted. They decided to go for a car ride afterwards. Alyson turned on the radio, letting Paris plug in her phone to the cable. She shuffled her playlist. They reached their destination as Slow Hands by Niall Horan finished.

They were at Sandall Park.

(highly suggest going if you are visiting Doncaster!)

They walked down a small trail, leading to the main pond. Alyson drug Paris by her wrist to the dock. They both chuckled as they sat down. Paris pointed out two geese who were flying together.

"I wonder if they are in love." Alyson said, absent minded.

"Maybe, maybe not. No way for us to tell." The darker skinned girl chuckled lightly.

After a few moments one goose started to chase the other.

"Well, now we know..." Paris muttered, watching the birds in shock.

"Oh god- we should give them some privacy." Alyson said, standing up. Her face was coated in a light pink blush. Paris rose to join her.

"Yeah, for sure." She muttered, taking Aly's hand in her own, out of habit.

-

Alyson woke up to Paris' arms embracing her from behind. She wasn't shocked as this was usual for the pair. Clinging to the other. Needing each other as a distraction from the cruel world.

-

They went on adventures like this often, just enjoying life. Until things came crashing down. They were sitting on the dock in Sandall Park, it had become their go to place. The sun had just started to set and the sky was beautiful. Paris turned towards Alyson, taking in her features. The colorful sky reflected in her eyes, giving her skin a golden look. Alyson turned to face Paris as well, giving her a slightly confused look.

"What is it?" She asked. Paris shrugged, turning back to the sky. She counted to three in her head before looking back at Alyson, whom she found still looking at her. Paris lifted Alyson's chin with two fingers, leaning down until their noses were nearly touching. Alyson leaned up, so that their lips were just barely ghosting over the others.

-Alyson's POV-

Then she placed her lips against mine. It sounds cheesy but I swear it was like fireworks went off. I kissed back gently, a small smile on my lips. One second her lips were there and the next they were gone. I watched her scramble to her feet in confusion.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Alyson. I'm so sorry." She pinched the bridge of her nose. Why was she sorry? I've waited so long for that, hasn't she. Maybe she doesn't like me. But a few weeks ago in the bathroom when she tried to kiss me. Maybe I'm delusional.

"Sorry for what?" I asked, leaving my unanswered questions for later. She looked mad but I didn't know why.

"For fucking things up. I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm sorry." What the hell is she talking about?

"You didn't fuck things up. I like you. No need to be sorry." I chuckled a bit.

"I'm not sorry for the kiss, I'm sorry for this." What? Now I'm even more confused, this girl needs to take some communication classes.

She turned and started walking off, I stood up quickly- nearly tripping.

"Where are you going?!" I called, confused.

"Home. You should too, Aly. I'm sorry but this is over. I don't like you like that." She replied, still walking away. I ran after her, grabbing her shoulder so that she would face me. Her teary eyes finally met mine, but when they did they turned to anger. "Let go of me." She scoffed.

"Why did you kiss me if you didn't like me?!" I asked, wanting an answer. Then it hit me.

I was played.

I let go of her and stormed off to my Jeep, holding back tears of regret and rage. I drove off as fast as I could.

I was so dumb, everyone warned me. Why didn't I listen. Why did she have to be so mesmerizing?

I finally halted to a stop on some random street. I was a mess and shouldn't have been driving in the first place. Tears ran down my face as I sobbed uncontrollably. Eventually I calmed down. I looked at the time, realizing it was already 21:30 and I had school tomorrow. I probably wouldn't go anyway. I don't want to go home either. My mum will ask what's wrong. What is wrong with me. All I had to do was fit in. The reason we moved was because I was depressed. Where is my ducking teenage dream, the one I was told there would be. This was supposed to be my happy ending.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a knock on the window of my car. I rolled it down to reveal a guy from school. I didn't remember his name- Martin, Marty, Barty, Harry, Barry, Barney? Something like that.

"What are you doing out this late?" He asked.

"I was about to head home. Though I'd rather sleep in my car at this point." I said honestly.

"You can stay with me. You are parked outside my house after all." He chuckled lightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. May I? I don't want to intrude."

"It's no problem, really. We have a spare bedroom. I'm sure it's better than a car."

"Thank you..."

"Mark." He informed

"Mark." I repeated, turning off my Jeep and following him into the house.