Mojo Pin. Gene Gallagher

XVI. / you're my wonderwall

Real Life  ——  "You're My Wonderwall"

For the now twenty two years Priscilla's been alive, she's always despised her birthday. It was as if something bad would happen every year, her mother would have another tantrum and turn to her alcohol bottles, and her father would say two words. And that would be 'happy birthday' he had never really knew what age she was, so that's what he came up with. So, the girl spent them in her room, or at the park, her and her guitar.

Cillas acoustic guitar meant the world to her, it let her say words shed never utter to anyone aloud. It's like it knew exactly how she felt. And that made the girl afraid. So she stopped playing it on her seventeenth birthday and didn't pick it up till she was moved out. Nineteen, was the precise age. It had been staring, crying and yelling for her to play it. So she did, and it all fell down, her tears, her heart, everything.

          Priscilla just wished this year would be different since she had new friends, a boyfriend she loved, and herself, who she now loved.

          As the long haired brunette laid in bed a book laid in her hands that she'd been trying to read for some time now, but her brain had started to hurt from, and pillows surrounding her. She hadn't heard from Gene at all today, or any of her friends, which made her think they forgot. But she was probably being paranoid so she didn't think anything of it.

Until she heard her bedroom door open and in peeped Gene, with a bouquet of flowers twice the size of her head. It had given her deja vu to the night that he held her and told her it'd be okay after Tristan. "What are doing?" The singer said, a soft smile on her face from seeing the love of her life walk through her bedroom door.

          "What?" He tilted his head, closing the door softly, "I can't see my girlfriend on her birthday?"

          "You remembered?" Priscilla's eyes teared up at him remembering. The girl didn't know why she had started crying, maybe it was due to someone loving her for real. And her loving him back.

Gene heart clenched at hearing how she hadn't thought he would remember such an important day. "Of course darling." He then put down the bouquet on her vanity, sitting down next to the girl, pushing back the hair that had now covered her face.

Cilla wiped the tear that fell down her cheek, "wow. . . I don't know why I'm crying." She laughed softly.

          Gene patted the space next to him signaling for her to sit, "come here." He said, hugging Cilla as she scooted over, "get ready cause we're leaving in a few."

"In a few? No, no, honey it takes me longer than that to get this hot." She pulled her hands through her bed ridden hair, smiling at the boy who had her in an absolute chokehold. Priscilla had never felt this before. Love. It was almost foreign to feel something like this. With Tristan it was always questioning if he loved her or if she even loved him. Then Cilla would feel guilty when she had found she didn't like being treated like shit. So, she made herself like him and pretend she liked him. For five years.

          He laughed, patting her thigh. "Well, get ready fast cause we've got somewhere to be— and wear a dress, please."

          "Okay! Okay! But I'm definitely giving you a fashion show."

          After giving Gene a show of all of her dresses that she ever owned, Priscilla finally went with her favorite black dress. She had never really liked how she looked, Priscilla would always steer away from mirrors, brush her teeth and wash her hands facing her head away from the mirror. It was as if she looked at herself in the mirror she'd hate herself forever. Still it was hard, but it had gotten better as she aged.