Jonathan Hunt is a lonely person with his own sad story; And so is Ashleigh Bradbury. John, however, finds his ways to balance the pain and mirth in his life. Ash, on the other hand, has started to live with the pain. While John is learning to adjus...
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"You are a queen, don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
❛❛「₪」❜❜
Year: 1983
CANDY'S P.O.V.
If there could be three things I learnt after living with these people, it would be:
1. To be more positive a person and not give a damn about what others think.
2. To be more confident, and stand up for myself.
3. The word "shite"— which, believe me or not, is a fantastic word.
I have been using it ALL-THE-TIME. In fact I've been using it to the extent that I've been nicknamed as "SHITE", and I willingly approve of it. This word has become more of "my thing". Yesterday morning, Aidan asked me where Bruce was, to which I casually replied, "Taking a shite." Anna choked at that. She was also unable to finish the breakfast she had been eating as I said that.
I smiled at the serene-looking streets as they passed in front of my eyes. My head was peeking out of the car window, my eyes absorbing everything around me. The trees, differently colored cars, bikes and cycles. People, everywhere. Talking, laughing, some stressed, some even tired. Kids shouting and screaming, some people busy in their mobile phones. There was life all around me. My smile widened, as I recalled the best days of my life, and deep down inside, I thanked all four of these people. I had grown immensely close to about each one of them.
I was closest to Bruce though, and his stupid jokes too. Then to Anna and Aidan, they had taught me to be more bold and positive. I had become a more fun and adventurous person. Before them, I used to be a girl who loved dancing, but would still sit in a corner, too afraid to socialise. Now, I knew when and where to move my heels, and nobody would dare stop me.
Lily, however, spoke very less. I was great friends with her too, but not very close.
"Hey, Shite," Aidan called from beside me. "Want a drag?"
As I turned to face him, a broad smile was pressed on his face, and he was holding out a cigarette for me. I knew the reason he was laughing. It had been precisely 17 days since I had been named Shite, and he still laughed at it just as much he did the first day.
"Seventeen days, and it still doesn't get old for you, does it?" I said, grabbing the cigarette from his hand and taking a long drag.
"My philosophy says that you should laugh in the moment while it lasts, for you never know which one's your last," He stated proudly, taking the cigarette back.
