Layla Webster
Love is something I never truly understood, I mean truly, the only person I've ever loved with my whole soul was Natalie. She was like no other, special even. Natalie, is my other half, my soul sister, my partner in crime, my- yeah you get it.
As far as the love two best friends can go, it doesn't compare to that temporary fix. That feeling that just for one night that maybe, just maybe someone could truly love you. Flaws and all.
All someone needs to say to me is few sweet words and I'm swept off my feet, really though. A man could tell me that he likes my makeup that day or even that I'm funny and all of a sudden I'm starting to imagine what life would be like with them. What can I say, I'm a true romantic.
As much as I yearned for love I always found myself running away from every opportunity of love in my life, it's better to daydream about those sorts of things, they can't hurt you. As much as I loved to run away from real love I always seem to find myself running back to, him.
So, here I am laying in Jake Webbers bed, hungover, half naked, and hungry looking at my phone in absolute shock. These words mean nothing to him and I know that, I know that he's just lonely and all I am to him is a past time but why, why does this feel so good.
Daddy issues probably.
yo I miss u <3
Yo, I miss you. Is he absolutely insane? does he want me to throw up all over the place and take forty tabs of acid? you know what, probably. I shouldn't feel the way that I do right now, definitely not next to him it's not right after the night that we had together. Though like I said, I always find myself running away from every opportunity of love.
I don't think that Jake and I will ever be together, or in love. I met Alex right after him and his ex broke up too and here I am three years later still waiting for him to even say that he likes me, just a little bit. I can't go through that again with another person it would break me.
Looking over at Jake once again I sigh, what a vicious cycle that my love life is.
Feeling my head pound all throughout my body I put on a pair of Jake's pajama pants and the hoodie that he gave me last night. I needed a cigarette or like twelve, hopefully I didn't run into anyone as I tried to find my way outside.
As I walk downstairs, wiping leftover eyeliner off on Jake's hoodie I couldn't help but hear people talking. Sounded like Johnnie, Natalie, and- Huh, I have no idea who that is. I should probably stay clear of that, I can't meet someone new right now.
"Layla, hey!" Natalie yells out, soulmate my fucking ass, I can't do this.
"Yo." I yell back out.
"Are you off for a smoke?" Natalie yells out.
Jesus Christ, I can't handle all this yelling right now. Does no one in this house get hungover or something? Fuck, I should probably say something back.
"Come smoke with us in the living room, it's raining out there I doubt you'd want to go outside right now." Johnnie yells, maybe I do want to be in the rain?
Walking away from the backdoor I walk towards the living room, fuck I am weak aren't I? Proper people pleaser, as my mother once said. God bless her, that woman used to say a lot of things but the whole people pleaser thing may be right now. I should call her.
"Hey." I say softly.
Examining the room through my headache I finally realized who was looking right back at me, she's even more gorgeous in person and I fucking look like this. This couldn't be going any better, couldn't it?
