'he was sunshine, i was midnight rain,'
in which 15 year old gwen collins falls for a boy too similar to her last
or
in which 15 year old walker scobell falls for the girl of his dreams
I CHANGED THE TITLE! USED TO BE CALLED 'deja vu'
"i'm working late 'cause i'm a singer." espresso by sabrina carpenter
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"DID YOU SEE Dylan's comment?" Sunny asks over the phone. I groan and quickly put her on speaker phone. I open up instagram and scroll through the comments on my latest post. Just as Sunny said, Dylan has commented.
"What does that even mean?" I whine. I read through some more comments as Sunny talks.
"It means he wants you," she teases.
"Stop that, Sunny." I roll over onto my stomach. "Seriously, why would he comment that?"
"I am being serious, Gwen," Sunny says. I can hear her irritation through the phone. "I know you guys have only been apart for a month but still."
"Well, I don't like him," I mumble. "It was unhealthy."
"Maybe you should start talking to Brady," Sunny suggests teasingly.
"Ew!" I make a face. "Brady and I are just friends."
Sunny laughs. "Alright, let's move on from the boyfriend subject. Let's talk about your new album. I'm dying to know what it's called."
"You have to wait just like the rest of my fans," I reply. "But I'll give you a hint. It gives off mermaid princess vibes."
"Oooooh!" Sunny squeals. "I already know it's gonna be good. How many songs?"
"Twelve."
"That's a lot," Sunny mutters. "But I can't wait!"
"Me too," I say.
"Shit, I gotta go," Sunny says. "My dad needs me."
"Awww," I whine. "Call me tomorrow, babe."
"Bye, Gweny."
Once I've hung up, I get off of my bed and head to my desk. I pull out my headphones and notebook that's filled with songs. I'm releasing a new album in a few days and still haven't picked out a song name. I skim through my list before giving up and scrolling on tiktok.
Boredom hits me quickly and I decide to reach out to Leah.
lele❤️
hey lele what you doing tomorrow?
GWEN!!!!! I would luv to hang
out babe
yayyy can't wait
how's your new album going!
when's your tour?
in like three months 😭
awww well i'm buying tickets
as soon as i can
omg i don't deserve you 💞
I say goodbye to Leah before returning to my notebook. I really try to think of a good album name. My debut album did very well. But your second album is the most important. It shows whether or not you're actually a good songwriter or your first was just luck.
"What're you doing, dumbass?"
I turn to my door and see my little sister, Emma, standing in the doorway. She has two cans of Coke in her hands. She walks over to me and hands me one.
"Thanks," I mumble before cracking it open.
"So, what're you doing?" Emma asks again.
I take a long sip before responding. "I'm trying to come up with an album name. These are my options."
Emma picks up the notebook and scans the page. I watch her face change with different emotions. "These two are my favorites."
"Mine too," I groan. I slouch in my chair.
"I saw your insta post," Emma says. "And the comments."
I don't respond.
"He's such a dick," Emma spits out. My eyes widen.
"Emma James!" I gasp.
"What? He is," she argues. Her gaze turns soft. "Seriously, Gwen. You need to block him."
I sigh. "I already tried that."
"Then find a new man." Emma gives me a pitiful look before leaving my room.
I turn on Folklore before going back to staring at my list of names.
It's three in the morning and I'm pacing my room, trying to think of an album name. It's almost impossible. I'll pick one, but then like another. I keep going back in forth. It's impossible.
I drop to my floor, leaning against my bed. I start to think even harder. Then it hits me. The perfect name.
