Clay's POV:
My eyes are drawn to the window as the rain crashes on it. It's cloudy, and hard to see past 5 feet.
Everything flashes back to when I took French in middle and high school. The language was hard and difficult to memorize. French meant nothing to me back then.
French meant nothing to me until I heard a song. A song that was played multiple times when I was a kid. I didn't know what it meant, but the piece itself was beautiful. After that, it was never played again. I didn't know the title of the song, so I never got to hear it ever again.
Je te laisserai des mots was the title of the song. I figured it out when I was 17, still taking French. At that point, I knew what the song was about. It was about love.
Love is fake. It's non-existent. It's not an actual feeling, it's just a phrase. It's something people say to get it off their shoulders. They don't mean it, they only say it when it's necessary. They only say it when they feel bad, it doesn't mean anything.
In my opinion, Love is not an actual emotion. You sign up to play a game, a game where your partner controls your feelings. It's fun, but when you lose it's a different story. You lose yourself. You fall apart. Want to know why? Because you gave them your key to your secret room. You gave them access to whatever you had.
It's best to play it the safe way, where you don't get heartbroken.
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"Clay, where is your mouse? I need it for my laptop." Drista says standing in the door frame. I look at her in confusion, because she knows I don't have a mouse.
"I don't have a mouse that works for your laptop, remember? I know Aaron has one. Go ask him?" I complain back. I walked to my door, shut it, then walk back to my bed where I was peacefully resting.
As a middle child, privacy is limited. Both of my siblings ask me everything.
Drista is probably the better sibling. She's nicer, more caring, and doesn't bother me as much.
Aaron on the other hand, gets all bossy. Sure he's good-looking, but that doesn't mean he's all that. Personality is everything, looks are a bonus.
"Clay, did you tell Drista to come into my room?"
"What? She was looking for a mouse for her laptop? What's the big deal?"
Silence.
"Oh my God Aaron did she-"
"Yeah. Not my fault." Aaron shrieked. I could tell the fear in Drista's eyes as she stepped up to me.
"It wasn't all too bad. This time, it was a boy. It was entertai-"
"Yeah, I have a mouse that you could use. Come here." Aaron said as they both walked to his room.
My house wasn't all too bad.
Right when you walk in, you're met with a kitchen that is about 9 10 feet away. When you look to your left, there's a living room with a couch near the window and a couch facing the TV that is on the wall. The floor is a light gray color that is wood.
The gray-colored floor reminds me of rain, which I switch my attention to.
Rain is beautiful. No matter what situation you're in, it always matches your mood. It just depends on how you take it. Happy? Dance in the rain. Sad? Cry with the rain. Upset? Smash the concrete with the rain. Many more I could point out, but it's important. What is important is the present time.
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"Love is only a game. You either play or sit out. I chose to play."
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Now since this is my first chapter I don't want to write too long. Hope you enjoy it so far!<3
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embrasse moi
Romance"I took French long ago. There were only two words that stuck with me." "What words?" "Embrasse moi" A story where two men fall in love just by a simple French song. Je te laisserai des mots.
