My mother smothered me in hugs the minute I walked in the front door. I felt myself about to cry. I had missed her and her smothering hugs. Hell, I had even missed Ellie, who was barking, scratching at my legs and peeing all at the same time. I decided to pick her up after she was done wetting the carpet.
"Well? How was it?" Mom asked, a stank face on as she sopped up Ellie's mess with a paper towel.
How was it? It was incredibly tragic and unfortunately amazing.
How had it been? I didn't want to tell her that it had sucked, because it certainly had not. Sure, the Queen hated me, Damien probably hated me, and Logan probably threw away that stupid Distant Melody ticket. But I had also seen amazingly beautiful things that I would've never seen in my lifetime if it hadn't been for Logan. I had kissed a Prince, and a gardener, and I had met my favorite band of all time.
But wish I may, the bad things still seemed to even out with the good.
"It was fun," I replied with a fake smile plastered on my face. "I'm a little tired. I'll tell you about it later, okay?"
Mom nodded, taking Ellie up in her arms and handing her to me. I was soon showered with puppy kisses while I walked into my familiar room and shut the door.
I dropped my bags and plopped on the bed with Ellie, who had found her bone by now and was happily chewing on it on her usual spot on my pillow.
I turned my head to the bookshelf where the vinyls that Logan had bought me sat. I hadn't touched them since he had brought them to me. I leaned on my elbows and looked at the window, half expecting Logan's head to peek through at any given moment.
He's not coming.
I rolled off the bed and crawled over to the record player. I decided on the old, beat up Nirvana record he had gotten me. The music that started playing made odd scratching noises, as the record was pretty beat-up, but everything else in the world disappeared. All I could hear was the sound of guitar coming through the static.
A hasty knock on my door woke me up from my daydream.
"S'open," I mumbled over the music.
The door swung open and Alissa came in, a huge grin on her face.
"Oliver," she squealed. "OLIVER CLIMBED THROUGH MY WINDOW AND ASKED ME TO RUN AWAY WITH HIM DO YOU HEAR MY SCREAMS?"
"Yes, I do, I can't hear Nirvana."
"HE WAS SO ROMANTIC AND-hey, what's wrong?" Alissa knelt down next to me. "What happened?"
"I left without saying goodbye," I suddenly felt so venerable. "To any of them."
"Oh, sweetie," Alissa let me lean on her shoulder while I started heaving out sobs. I knew I was the ugliest crier. But I couldn't help from doing so. It was like everything that had happened finally hit me.
And the thing was, I didn't know who exactly I was crying over.
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AGAIN I KNOW THIS IS LATE
AND I APOLOGIZE
BUT IVE BEEN VERY BUSY WITH THINGS
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The Actress and the Prince
Teen Fiction“You're the actress and he's the prince." Jessalyn needs a school scholarship. Logan needs a princess. They both meet each other by chance, but how will they stay together without eventually falling apart due to a huge problem called college?
