my other book of oneshots was mainly ideas i'd stolen from other writers, so this is one with my ideas and my ideas only.
you might be getting a oneshot about:
the school for good and evil
julie and the phantoms
and possibly heartstopper
anyway enjo...
you can run, but only so far i escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave?
-tis the damn season, taylor swift
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Every note, every melody. It's all because of him, that i am here now. Playing a sold out stadium, thousands of loving fans, he helped me get here.
And yet he left me when I needed him most.
He left me after Dad died.
He left me.
He left.
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this is her outfit <3
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"Hey Los Angeles, how're you doing?"
The crowd screams.
"It was here, in Los Angeles, that I played my music for the first time, look how far I've come! But anyway, I have a surprise announcement to make!"
The stadium is silent. Deathly silent.
"On October 22, my 5th studio album invisible will be available to stream on all platforms! And for a treat-"
I am cut off by the screams of the audience, who are so excited. But I can wait.
I have waited for years.
When the screams die down, I continue.
"I'm going to play you a song from the tracklist. This is tis the damn season!"
I sit at the piano and play.
This is the song I wrote about him.
He knows.
I know.
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I am singing the final chorus, and I am hoping my voice doesn't crack.
We could call it even You could call me babe for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm stayin' at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out We could just ride around And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you in my hometown
It always leads to you in my hometown
A tear is rolling down my cheek, but I wipe it away and hope no one noticed.
This is my lot in life, and I will bear it.
I am invisible.
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"Jules! how was the concert??" Flynn is there, at the door, greeting me. "Was he-"
"No. he didn't come."
"Do you know for sure he didn't?"
"...No, but he didn't come see me after."
"So he might have come."
"But he didn't."
Flynn sighs, knowing I have no hope. "Okay... movie?"
"No, I'm going to bed."
"...Julie, It's okay to feel things. I know it's a hard day, Luke-"
"Don't. Say. His. NAME."
"...okay. Him not coming to the concert and it being the anniversary of your dad's death, but I'm here for you, Jules, if you want to talk."
And now I'm crying.
---*three days later*---
Someone is knocking at the door.
I guess Flynn forgot her keys again, so I get up and open it.
And He is there.
"Julie." He says.
"What." I snap.
"I'm-"
"SORRY? It's too late. It's been YEARS, Luke, since you left. It's too late for apologies. As horrible as it sounds, I don't want you in my life. I have Alex, and Reggie, and Flynn, and I don't need YOU!"
He's taken aback.
As he should be.
"You didn't come to the concert. That was your chance, you blew it, NOW GET OUT."
"Julie. I went to your concert. I went to your dressing room. You weren't there. I tried to wait, but your bodyguards said I couldn't. I'm sorry, Julie. I'll go-"
"Stay."
And then we're kissing.
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it literally took me an hour to write this and i barely like it-
