She opens her laptop and opens Wattpad, clicking on "write" then "New story", then starts writing....
She raises her arms in the air to stretch after an hour and a half of sitting in class. She looked over at the board and saw a timer, she smiles and grabs out her book and starts where she left off. She hears her English teacher talking to other students as some read.
The timer was to show how much time was left until the end of the school day. When she heard her stomach growl she adjusted herself on the seat. Trying to make it less obvious her stomach was growling like no one was around. She closes her book and sighs, putting it away then pulling out her water bottle.
She pulls down her mask and takes a few chugs of water, afterwards feeling like shit. Her drinking the water made her stomach hurt and growl more. She looked around and huffed, then crossing her arms.
Yeah, she didn't eat this morning due to the fact she felt like an absolute peace of shit. Feeling as though she was going to puke.
She looks back up at the clock and packs her things. Only one minute before she leaves the hell hole. She stays seated until everyone left the room as the bell rang. She got up and walked out when not much people were by the door, pulling out her phone to open up notes.
She loved writing stories, mostly KakaVege, from Dragon Ball Z. She was into so many things her uncle was into. Rock, Heavy Metal, Eminem, Dragon Ball Z, Trigun, My neighbor Totoro, and games.
Her uncle didn't know she wrote such thing relating to Goku and Vegeta making out behind their wives' backs. But, other than that. She opened spotify and played the song "HaHa" by Kid E$$. then opened notes again. Clicking on "Combined Stories." She looks up before she bumps into someone.
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When she arrived home, she did her homework, then walked into her room and grabbed her switch. Clicking on Fortnite then her account and waiting for everything to load.
It was the only game she could play, so she was on level 395. She sighed, forgetting her boyfriend wouldn't be online. She set it down, didn't log out just in case, and opened her phone again. Opening Wattpad so she could read.
She loved him dearly. They promised they would never leave each other, even if one another hurt each other. She truly loved him, she wasn't the person to cry, but she cried over him. That's how much she loved him.
Even though he hasn't talked to her in weeks, she still loved him like the world was ending. She hated how she wanted him so badly. To be beside her and hug until they felt so safe, they wouldn't let go.
She was taken back to reality when she felt her phone vibrate beside her. She lifts it up then taps the screen. Her eyes widen when she realizes it's her boyfriend. She smiles and covers her mouth.
She smiles as she opens messages and clicks on his message. Reading the message he sent with a small smile.
K: "Hey, sorry i haven't texted you. I feel like an asshole."
N: "It's Okay. I understand."
K: "How's High School? Make any friends?"
N: "Nah, Lol. Whole different monster, Y'know?"
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K: "Love you baby"
She reads his message and tears up. She hasn't been told that in 2 weeks or so from him and here he was. Saying he loves her again. Well, she's received an "I love you" from her crush, but her boyfriend was different. She loved him. She would do anything for him, as he would her.
"I love you too." She replies, setting down the phone as the song "Wanna Be Yours" Artic Monkeys. And she sighed, remembering the sleepover they had. She went to see him even if it was a 2 hour drive.
Just a text from her Lover made her exhausting day, Better. Like what was said, she would do anything for him. Anything. If so, right now... She would take 2 hours out of her day just to see him. Hug him. And laugh with him.
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