Endlessly and Forevermore

𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎

𝙹𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜
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I had been feeling a bit ill since my wonderful idea to drink half my weight in alcohol, all weekend I forced myself to work and frosted cakes with a less-than-happy expression on my face. After two days of misery finally, Monday rolled around and I woke up without a sick stomach and throbbing brain.

I wore a black band t-shirt tucked into dark brown slacks with a belt, then slipped my chilled arms into my thick navy Carhart coat that I always wore. On my way out the door, I hugged my mom and then checked my hair in the circular mirror down the hallway to the front door. It was straight and dyed a dark steel blue, my favorite shade of blue. I've gone through many hair colors, pink, purple, and red but this specific shade of blue was my favorite. It contrasted my pale skin and hazel eyes nicely, I wasn't one to toot my own horn but I thought I looked pretty.

I slipped my socked feet into my black high-top Converse bending down to tie them then headed out the door, the icy fall air breezed past my face and I took a deep breath enjoying the fresh air in my lungs before pulling out my pack of cigarettes and placing one between my lips.

I lit the end and breathed in the smoke happily when I heard the front door of the house next to mine open, I peeked over and saw the bitch-ass himself. He wore a baggy black sweatshirt and worn jeans. I huffed out smoke when I noticed that the dark color hadn't even washed him out, he still managed to look golden and Greek God-esqe amongst the misty sky and dead autumn trees.

He paused his movements when he noticed me walking down the front steps of my house, his dark brown eyes widened, and his cheeks shifted to a rosy shade. My brows pulled tight with confusion from his reaction to seeing me, he always acted as if he saw a ghost but he never blushed because of me. Well unless I counted the day that ended our friendship.

I dragged my eyes away from him and made my way to my car, it was an old beat-up Nissan Altima older than me. The black paint job on the car rusted around the edges and did not impress in the slightest but the old thing was all I could afford. It took me two years of saving basically everything to buy it. I named her Rusty which I thought suited her perfectly.

On the inside, I decorated Rusty with glow-in-the-dark stick-on stars on top, sage green fluffy dice hanging from the front mirror, and a big frog squishmallow in the back seat. Everyone loved the frog whenever they got in my car immediately grabbing it and tugging on its curved eyeballs.

I also had air freshener's on the vent to try and distract from the clear smell of weed that permanently clung to my car from the many times Adrian and I hotboxed before school.

Rusty has been with me through everything since I bought her and I loved her even if she was ugly as fuck.

I put on one of my Spotify playlists and it echoed from my phone's speaker since my car didn't have blue tooth anything. Then I backed out of the driveway and made my way to school, I wasn't the biggest fan of school but I actually wasn't that bothered by going either. It meant I could see my friends for the whole day and that could never be a bad thing.

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I couldn't figure it out.

He had been looking over at me all day, we shared a few classes together and I'd be minding my own business working on the assignments due curiously glancing at the clock just to find two brown eyes on me.