somebody that i used to know (l.r.h)

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        I'm going back home.

        I'm not sure if I should consider it home anymore, but it was a home to me. A previous home.

        I remember so many things about this home. I had moved away with my mom when I was thirteen. I had recently turned seventeen. Five years had seemed like such a small period of time, but also it felt so long.

        I still had memories about everything.

        The smell of pine. The sound of birds. The way that there was always bacon downstairs before I left for school. The old matress I had dragged out to the backyard when I was seven, and had used to to stare at the stars. You couldn't see all of the stars in New York, where I had been for the last five years. I remember the old record player in the living room that I would always use to dance to old vinyls of The Beatles. But there was also this one thing I had clear memories of, that damn blonde boy who lived next door.

        And as I got out of the taxi I had used to get home from the airport, I saw that stupid kid with that stupid blonde hair that had fucked up my life on so many levels. But wait there's more, when I stepped out of the car I had also seen something else. There was a girl sucking on this damn blonde boy's face.

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        Did I really have to care about this leech? I hadn't seen him in forever. Would he have even remembered me? It didn't matter. I had moved back here for my dad, not for him.

        I walked away from the car, and away from the yard next door where the two leeches were, and up to the old house I had grown up with. It pretty much looked the same. Same old wooden house, sitting next to the coast of Oregon. It was nothing extravagant. Just a small home. But it meant something. It was a time capsule of my whole childhood.

        I walked on the door and knocked a few times, scared to see my dad after all these years. I hadn't visited him, or even called him. He never did anything to me, he had just divorced with my mom, and I guess I was just upset about it. The sound of footsteps came from inside, and my stomach lurched. I prepared to see my dad, but then I just saw some woman.

        "Um, hello?" I questioned.

        "Oh, you must be Eleanor!" the woman exclaimed. She had graying hair, and looked like a grandma from some cookie commercial. "I'm Mrs. Huxford, your father's cleaning lady."

        "Nice to meet you, but could you please call me Jack," I had told her while wondering how perky one person could actually be. I'm not sure where the name Jack had came from, but I had liked to be called Jack since I was like three. It was nothing like the name Eleanor, but everyone called me Jack. The only thing I remember about that name is telling my mom that I didn't want to be like the other girls, because my best friend was a boy and boys are supposed to be friends with boys, so um... my three year old logic. And that best friend of mine just happened to be that blonde boy.

        After that encounter with Mrs. Huxford, the woman who smiled too much, I had walked back outside to get the rest of my luggage. I had hoped that the two in favor of public displays of affection, had relocated or had just stopped overall. And in my favor, they had stopped. But of course, something had to go wrong, because that is just my life. Every single little thing has to go wrong.

        I turned my head to the left a bit, and saw him. Fuck. I took my hair from behind my ear and let it fall over half of my face, hiding myself. My feet began moving faster, towards the taxi, who's driver was most likely annoyed by how long I was taking to unload everything.

        "Well look who's the short one now, Eleanor Louise Rhodes."

        "Well look who hasn't grown out of their annoying shit phase, Luke Robert Hemmings."

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well that was a really short, really bad first chapter but it'll get better. Well at least I hope so. WAIT YES IT WILL. idek. so its spring break and i got really bored, and i decided to write something, so yup. It'll eventually turn into something bigger so yeah, I hope you keep reading if anyone is even up to here lol it sucks, but I'm writing this late at night, and as I get tired so does the quality of my writing. idek how writing gets tired but it just gets sucky so I'm just gonna stfu now byee

-Meredith