𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒏 ~ 𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒙 𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒂

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐: 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒔 & 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔

🦋𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆'𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽💛: 

💙🍀🦋💛

I smiled hugely to myself the entirety of the way home, happy that I was able to see Quinn today.

I heard a few loud crashing sounds in the distance and decided to take the backway home, typically there isn't much trouble back there.

Faint laughing was all that could be heard as I walked up to my house, awaiting the daily arguement with my brother.

"Where the fuck where you? Don't tell me you're still seeing that girl again." My brother said, as I opened the door, pissed like he always is.

"How does me seeing her have any effect on you Des?" I said annoyed, rolling my eyes as I locked the three locks on our door, safety is key in the east.

"You could get kidnapped, killed, hurt, caught by the thousands of border guards? Jules maybe if you genuinely thought through something for more than five seconds you'd actually be able to survive here."

"I'm here, aren't I? I'm pretty fucking alive if you'd ask me." I huffed out, walking to the kitchen counter to fetch the mail. Desmond stayed quiet not long after that.

"They still address the mail to them." Desmond said sadly as I looked at the mail, my parent's names clearly printed on the outside.

"Yeah, looks like more guards are being added to our border, lucky us." I replied, rolling my eyes at the letter.

Conditions aren't great in the east, but we've been lucky enough to be able to live in a nice sized house, water, ac, heating, everything we'd need.

"I'm back, I come bearing food." Bailey yells loudly as Desmond jumps out of his chair to hug her.

Bailey's been his best friend forever, we've grown up with her so she's always been close to us.

When we realized our parents probably weren't coming back, Des invited Bailey to live with us since she lived by herself and things were getting progressively more dangerous. I like that Bailey lives with us, she's always been sweet to me and will drop me off to see Quinn whenever I want.

Quinn.

I'm pretty sure I fell deeply in love with her the second I laid eyes on her. We were 13 and I had wandered away from Desmond and heard someone crying at the fence. I had always worn these beaded braclets I had made while she always wore these pink hair clips, every day. Desmond always told me to never go to the fence but I never listened to him, so I followed the sound of the cries, leading me to this small area, surrounded by thick brush and trees.

I remember the red ribbon she had in her hair and and the blue one I had in mine. She always wore these red sneakers until they practically fell apart when we were 15. We promised every single day that we would always come back to each other, and so we did. Everyday for the past four years, I've been so incredibly in love with her.

Quinn's been through a few heartbreaks. Her mom, her first boyfriend (who made her realize she liked girls), and now Savannah.

Fucking Savannah.

She's gaslit the absolute shit out of Quinn, screamed at her, cheated on her, the whole nine yards.

But, every time, every fucking time, Quinn goes back to her.

She puts herself through all of this shit she doesn't deserve and thinks that that's how she's going to live, miserably.

She sometimes says that she doesn't think there's anyone out there for her, but I'd disagree, I think I'd be a perfect canidate.