This is a pic of Lacey again
Lacey's POV
I don't even hear the people behind me anymore. I don't know where I am going, I'm just glad that I love running. Because right now, I am sprinting in heels and a party dress.
I just can't believe Luke would do that.
I burst through the door of my house, startling my mom, who lay stretched out across the couch, tea in hand.
"Lacey! Honey, what happened?" She shoots into a standing position, following me into my room.
I don't even care that I peel the dress off in front of my mom and wiggle into leggings and I'm about to put on a shirt....wait, this isn't my shirt...
I yell in frustration and throw Luke's ridiculously adorable band tee shirt under my bed and put on a sweater.
"Did something happen, Munch?" That was my moms nickname for me when I was younger and I'm surprised to say that it was soothing.
"Luke kissed one of my bullies," I choked, bewildered by the fact that tears were still streaming down my face.
My mom's face of concern melted into that of a stone statue.
"I'm so sorry honey," my mom soothed, letting me sob into her shoulder as she strokes my hair.
My mother's soothing voice cooed into my ear for a while before she got me up and moved me into the living room where she got some popcorn and sour patch kids, and we watched comedy films until I drifted off into a sleep.
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What This Is
Historia CortaShe cannot be fixed. He knows this. But he will try to fix her anyways. He doesn't believe he's perfect. She knows this. But she will try to make him feel it anyways. They only have each other. They just don't know it yet.
