Griffin's pov:
"Griffin! This is the fifth time I've had to come in here and get you up, are you hungover? You have got to be kidding me!" My mom yells at me for the tenth time this week. "Okay, okay i'm getting up mom jezz" I groan as I roll over and rub my eyes. I grab my phone to check the time "11:47am" You have got to be kidding me it's only 12.
After an hour of going through my phone I finally decided to go meet up with my friends. I meet them at the normal spot we go to "the field" In reality it's just a flower field that we go to so we can get drunk. When I get there I see Kyle, Marcus, Brenna, and Marissa. We have been doing this for almost 2 years now. "What's up" says Kyle "nothing, My mom was mad again." "She's such a buzzkill" said Marcus "what do you guys want to do today?" asked Brenna "Nothing, i'm pretty tired I think i'm gonna go. I'll see you tomorrow." "Dude you just got here!" says marcus "later" I say as I walk out of the field and get in my car.
I can't stop thinking of that girl from last night, she was gorgeous and so kind. No one had ever helped me without question or concern but Her, Her dark hair, her brown eyes, her tired eyes as she looked so worried into mine. Everything about her was amazing, I need to see her again. "Why am I being like this? I need to stop" I thought to myself.
I drive back to my house and I walk in to see my sister sitting at the dining room table and my mom on the couch. "Hey, Griffin, can you help me with my homework?" says izzie my little sister "yeah, what are you doing?" I reply back "I'm doing my writing and I need you to go over it and make it better." "I can't keep writing your papers for you izzie" "well you're good at writing so just get to work" she giggles as she gets up and walks away leaving me there to finish her work. An hour passes and I finally finish her paper.
I knock on her door on my way back to my room. "Hey izzie your paper is done." I tell her "thank you, I love you." "Yeah, yeah whatever." I get in my bed, grab my journal, and start to jot down thoughts and random shit. I write for about 2 hours and before I even notice it's now 10:00 pm. I decided to watch a few episodes of a show called "YOU" by the time i'm finished watching it. It's now 1:00 am.
I turn everything off and next thing I know everything it's dark and I'm snoring.
YOU ARE READING
The runaways
Romantik"Please help me, I need to hide!" yelled this tall dark figure from above in a thick british accent. I wasn't sure why I felt the need to help him but I did "Why am I helping a stranger who just came running into the cafe at midnight?" I whisper to...
