Pov Noof
It's 8 o'clock and I'm sitting at the bar having an oatmeal. Niall is making coffee for himself, I already begged him if I could too but he thought that was too "irresponsible". But he did make me a smoothie, so whatever... 'Okay, just to be clear, I'll take you to school in a moment. And then you are picked up at school at a quarter to five by your singing coach. M-m... wait, what was his name again?' 'Mike,' I complement him. 'Yes, Mike, so he's going to the studio with you for tonight's rehearsals and all that... and then we'll see you again at the show tonight at 8 o'clock, yes?' Niall says to which I nod. 'Sure, bussy day buddy!' he says and running his hands wildly through my hair, causing it to become a mess again.
Meanwhile, I'm in the car with Niall on the way to school, long day today, ugh... The radio is on and Olivia Rodrigo, one of my favorite artists, is singing loudly over it,
"Bloodsucker, famefucker
Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire"
She sings. 'Which songs are you actually going to sing for the audience tonight?' 'Uhh, I'm allowed to sing three songs, so... I'm going to sing the Grudge, by Olivia Rodrigo, I'm going to sing Heather by Conan Gray and also... brutal, yes, also from Olivia' 'Nice, I'm curious...' he says and focuses back on the road, thank god. I stare out the window for a bit and then think back to last night. what happened again? I remember my brother being really drunk anyway... he was acting so lame towards me. I remember I asked him a question, and he was like, being really sarcastic and synic. No, I don't forgive him yet. I just don't.
Then my phone rings, it's my brother, Harry. Niall sees me declining the call, 'why did you do that?' he then asks. I shrug my shoulders. 'Ahh, still angry bout how he acted yesterday?' I nod slowly. 'Don't you think it's a little unfair towards your brother? He was just drunk and he couldn't do something to it.' I take a deep look into Niall's eyes. 'So your on his side?' I say slightly irritated. 'I just think that you...' Niall begins, and no, I won't let him finish. 'What is your problem?' I ask. 'Noof, come on, I'm just trying to...' 'Ugh just shut up' I say and I ignore him.
Hello everboddddyyyy, I SWEAR, it's going to be "juicier", next time! I don't even know if that's a word to be honest, but anyway! Well let's say it's gonna be "more JUICY"... Won't tell you more🤭😘Oh by the way, make sure you vote! (leave a little star if you'd like <3) Xxxxxxx
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nobody's perfect
Teen FictionThis story is about a boy named Noof. He's fourteen years old and has a horrible live. His parents hate him, basically for one reason only; he's not perfect. Noof has four older brothers who all live on their own, so he is completely alone. One day...
