Chapter 9: The Bookstore

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Today is Saturday and today I'm going to the bookstore nya! Uwu. I usually play Fortnite with my online friends because I'm one of the boys! But today this bitch named Lily joined our group. Ugh she is such a pick me and sucks at playing games. I think she is jealous of me because I am only the girl in the friend group. She has no reason to be threatened by me even though I play with the guys almost every day. At the same time I also love to read, nobody else does it. I think this as I walk into the vintage book store.

"Hello welcome to Pussi's"

Pussi is my local bookstore! I live 1 minute away from it. I think the name is French or something. It's such an aesthetic name!

I pick a book from the shelf in the back. Well...it's not just any book, it's my favorite. It's totally underground and nobody knows it. I guess you can say it's my little secret. Romeo and Juliet.

As I sit down with my book. A lump that is roughly 8 ft tall sits at my table. Who...is that. ALEX BROWN?! OMG I can't believe Alex would even want to talk to me after that embarrassing situation. Like he knows my middle name.

He smiles at me before quietly opening his book. 'Ideas For Love Poems".

Omg Alex is in love?

"Wow....I didn't know you wrote love poems" I ask.

"Well I'm trying to" Alex laughs, "I can't find a way to describe green eyes..."

OMG I KNOW WHO HAS GREEN EYES. IT MUST BE ME!! Alex is so kawaii and adorable. My eyes are blue silly! He must've thought my orbs were blue....well that usually happens a lot >_<.

My cheeks turn pigmented on my flour colored skin as I think about Alex giving me his poem! Wait....but doesn't Lucas like me too. OH NO! What do I do! I'm in a love triangle, but I like both Alex and Lucas!! I get up and run out of the bookstore crying. Alex looks up at me with a worried expression. Part of it was because I had to shit and I was about to blow, so I was running with my hand on my ass! But the other reason was....because I am brocen. I'm too scared to love. What if they don't love me?

I need some time to think. 

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