After years filled with comfort and warmth, Lillian Roberts has eventually grown tired of her quiet life she is longing for something unknown.
Her longing finally comes to an end when a new boy moves to town. She's drawn by the unfamiliarity and str...
It's late, and everybody else is asleep in their rooms, except me. I can't sleep.
I'm laying in bed, just staring at the ceiling. Thinking about Lillian. of course.
I often think about how her mind works, she loves fun, but she's rarely able to seek fun in what she already has. I don't quite understand it.
I recall the day we got together. We were in 9th grade, and we had been friends for a long time. Not close friends, but the ones who occasionally talked.
I had had a big fat crush on her since 7th grade, I even told her I liked her. But she declined as she was certain I just felt sorry for her as she had just lost her mother.
She never talks about her mother. And I never ask. I think she finds her hard to talk about.
However, two years later, in 9th. Lillian eventually realised my crush was no sign of empathy. And she actually asked me to date her, shocking the young boy I was.
Since then, it's just always been us. No questions asked.
I am aware that she is a complicated and currently disturbed girl, but it's the girl I love. The girl I want to spend my life with, not to sound dramatic.
I eventually decide to send her a message. I haven't done so in a while now. She hasn't sent me a single message when not replying to mine, but I suppose she's just busy.
[Lillian]
Monday the 24st of June
"Mysteriously" enough, I find myself in the corner of Tyler's arm laying on the sofa when I wake up.
Who would've thought this would happen.
As Tyler's still asleep, I sneak out of his presence. I grab my phone and walk to the bathroom upstairs.
Standing in front of my mirror, the usual hateful episode I usually replay has changed.
Liar.
Cheater.
Extremely, and Inevitably in love.
*bzzz* my phone vibrates on the counter.
Stephen🐶💕 sent (4) messages
I click on it.
(3)
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[hi love. sorry for just disappearing but the internet is crap here. Hope everything's okay with you. I miss you❤️]
Why does Stephen have to do everything right all the time?
This time I don't send him any pictures. I feel too much guilt for that.
[I've been fine, glad to see you're having fun🩷 I went shopping with Daisy the other day, but other than that, nothing much going on]
I look up to the mirror after pressing send. Fucking pathetic liar, I think to myself.
I'm startled when I suddenly notice Tyler standing in the doorway.
"Jeez! You scared me!" I yell.
He chuckles. "Sorry, wasn't the intention." He just stares for little while. And then the smirk appears. As if he's a predator and he's just secured his prey.
"What?" I smile.
He crosses his arms "nothing." The smirk turns to a grin, "just shocked by how gorgeous a person can be, even after spending a night with me"
My cheeks go red.
I'm trying to keep my cool, but I refuse to think I'm believable.
"What, you haven't seen that before?" I smile.
"Nope. And you can be sure the list is long."
I don't like the thought of other girls being with him. He must've noticed my thoughts by the look in my face as he adds,
"But believe me, none of them stand a chance compared to you. None of them meant anything to me."
The vulnerable boy who arrived at my doorstep yesterday is completely gone. You wouldn't look at this boy and for even a second think he lost his little brother yesterday.
"Hey, are you okay? Like with everything that happened?" I blurt. As soon as I realised I just brought it up, I stare at the ground.
"Please don't change the subject Lillian. I don't want to think about it. I don't want to think about him..." he says, the grin on his face is long gone.
"You need to know that if you want to talk, need to talk, I'm here for you. No matter what." I say. Now understanding how difficult it really must've been for everyone around me to know how to act when I lost my mother. Cause truth is, I have no fucking clue on how to act.
"I know, trust me, I know. But I don't want nor need to talk about it-" he stutters for a second. "I was hoping you could go to the funeral with me though." His eyes meet mine.
He wants me to go to his dead brother's funeral?
Confused I answer, "of course. Definitely."
Bringing me to his brother's funeral doesn't really seem like something you do with your summer fling? But I suppose if that's the way I can help him get closure, I will come.
"Thanks" he forces a smile, "I'll see you at the bookstore at 11 then."
Without further ado, he just leaves.
Alright then, I think to myself.
Writers note: HEY, really sorry for disappearing, but I'll do my best to update in the following days remember to vote and leave your thoughts!🫶🏻
