christmas was fine. going home was fine. all of it was actually fine. there was no lecture from my parents about coming home later than i should've. there no was accusation of trying to runaway from home. i mean, really they didn't even know anything about the cabin. and that itself was fine too. even though i wished i had someone to tell, i realized that this wasn't my home as much as i thought it was. all the time i had spent here with shitty friends, scolding parents ... a lot of people have a skewed idea of what home really means. just because you live in a house for your whole life, spend every waking moment of your existence with some people you've known your whole life-- doesn't really mean that those things make up your whole life. i mean, what about the rest of it?
i missed sal a lot. and ash and larry, of course. and with the realization that my home didn't really give a fuck about me, i only missed them more. but as i sat here, on the curb of the dark street i had once called home, with cold air biting my face waiting for the clock to strike twelve, i felt like maybe this year would be what every january edition of self help magazines said it'd be. maybe i was face first looking at the start of the rest of my life. but, even if i wasn't, i had myself now. i had way more than i have ever had.
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pink nights / sally face
Fanfictionfem narrator leaves for college and meets ash, sal, and larry. a coming-of-age story that follows the friends in their day to day lives. lots of friendly banter and romantic tension. nsfw warnings here and there. slight larryxreader tension in the...
