A book about a girl who is crazily in love, and a boy who is crazily aloof.
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Saira's mind always travelled between realms of her own world. Sometimes it's about the existence of a parallel universe where she imagined trees to be purple, sometimes...
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Peter was back to normal.
As normal as he could be.
"This movie sucks," Tyler threw his hands up in frustration.
"Relax, it just started," Trixie said, passing him the popcorn bowl.
The five of us sat down in front of Peter's telly to watch a movie and spent half an hour deciding which movie to watch.
We all finally agreed on Don't Breathe.
"I can feel it in my veins, imma get nightmares tonight." Tyler mumbled, shoving a hand full of popcorn in his mouth.
The boys were seated on the floor lazily, with tin beers pooling beneath their feet.
"Shh."
Trixie hushed.
"Peter I'm sleeping beside you tonight," Tyler said in a hushed voice, hooking his arms with Peter.
"Don't be a pu-"
Peter started.
"Ahem," I cleared my voice from the recliner.
"Oh fuck off man, you're with me whether you like it or not," Tyler scolded.
Peter huffed and rolled his head lazily before he caught my eye.
He raised a brow questioningly.
I shrugged and turned away.
I couldn't focus on the movie playing in front of me.
All I could think about was Zeke, but weirdly, it was just a thought. He was just a thought.
Usually I'd replay all our interactions in my head and think about what would happen in school the next day and if I'd ever see him in the hallways or speak to him.
But this time, it was nothing like that, it was just a thought.
Zeke was just a thought.
Damn.
But for some reason, I wasn't happy about it.
I've obsessed and day dreamt about a boy for so long only to loose feelings one day all of a sudden?
I just feel like I wasted my time and feelings.
I didn't loose my feelings completely yet, but I feel like I'm getting there.
I'd feel like I lost all my feelings for him at one point, but it all comes rushing back the next time we make an eye contact.
It's like an addiction, and I'm relapsing too many times by liking him back, but I won't relapse another time one day, and that somehow makes me feel obsolete.
What's the point in liking someone when that person is not meant for you?
Why do we have to like the wrong people, feel for it, and then hope for the right one to show up?
