📌 Written by Im_a_weirdoo20
———————— Chapter 9
„I hate that you're such a Smartass."
„Now you're just lying Pen."
I could just make all our conversations into song lyrics, which could be turned into hit after hit after hit.
These lyrics infront of me, need to be played for her, for me, for everyone.
I grab my newest guitar to my collection, a light green Fender Stratocaster.
I open my page to the lyrics in front of me, and I begin to play the opening, all before I begin to sing my truth.
'You don't know how these longing stares
Can turn me on so easily
You don't know how those big brown eyes
Can make me want you more baby.
Oh, let's set this night alight
And lets
Find out where we belong
I'm falling for you
Cause this rush of a adrenaline you give me
Will never be enough
Not for me, no
Not for me.
Let's ride the night away
In this dark blue Ferrari
I'll drive around these bends
Like I love to run my hands all over you.
Oh, let's set this night alight
And lets
Find out where we belong
I'm falling for you
Cause this rush of a adrenaline you give me
Will never be enough
Not for me, no
Not for me.
I want people to see you're mine.
I want you to want me like,
Aaron does Catalina
Like,
Olive wants Adam
But our love is real,
Real like these fictional people everyone's built
All around us.
Oh, lets set this night alight
And lets
Find out where we belong
I'm falling for you
Cause this rush of a adrenaline you give me
Will never be enough
Not for me, no
Not for me.'
Ever since I read those books I bought a week ago, they are all I can think about. Nothing else, just them.
I stare at my guitar, that sits in my lap, and a small smile begins to creep up onto my face. Then I hear clapping coming from my doorway.
YOU ARE READING
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