Forever young

8-liam

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Liam

The sun blares through the closed blinds that cover the window in-front of the random bed I'm sleeping in, probably next to some random stranger.

I cover my eyes with my wrist, and my head and eyes ache from the hangover I hold in my eyes from last night.

I have absolutely no recollection of what happened last night. All i remember is seeing Stacy and Leah together, and that just shattered my already fragile ego, so I ran into the first bedroom I saw and just hid myself away in there.

For some reason hearing everyone's thoughts made me feel weird and that just made me overwhelmed so I had to leave the setting immediately.

And then maybe something else happened? Something I can't seem to put my finger on.

I sit up and stare at the wall, trying to figure out what the fuck went on last night.

My head is spinning and pounding from all the alcohol that I consumed last night.

Why did I have to drink? Whoever offered me a drink is my number one nemesis in life.

Well from now on, I will never drink any alcohol again ever.

I look around the room, and something rustles under the covers beside me.

Ohh, yeah I forgot about...that...

Everything I've ever dreamed of happened last night, and it wasn't at all how I imagined it would be.

I've only ever dreamed of spending just one night with Valentina, and it happened.

But why am I not grateful? Was I expecting more?

Her mascara has streamed down her face, and her lipstick is smudged around the lower area of her face.

Seeing her cry in the mirror before she realised I was in the room, it just shattered me. My heart was torn apart by the sight of her sad, but the love I carry for her seemed to grow stronger.

And hearing her devastating story about why she became all quiet and alone, I can't believe I had no idea. I didn't even know, and I could've helped her.

If only I was there for her more often.

Her eyes flutter open gently, and her beautiful blue eyes show and glimmer in the sunlight that shines into the room. How can she be so beautiful?

"What the fuck" she exclaims while jolting up from the bed, and she is completely naked. "What the fuck happened?!" She whispers while throwing her clothes back onto herself. "I don't know what happened" I panic and quickly collect my clothes that scatter across the floor. "How fucking drunk was I" she asks while standing in the mirror, fixing her knitted hair. She still looks beautiful.

Is it bad that I enjoyed it and want it to happen again?

"Okay, I'll leave through the window and you leave through the door" Valentina announces while hurrying towards me. I lean in and kiss her lips, and I never want to stop.

I hold her blonde hair in my hands, and I just never want to let go.

"Okay, bye-this never happened" i tell her and she darts out the window, and I leave by the door.

I hope she doesn't think I don't want her.

She's all I could ever want. And she will never know.

I exit the bedroom through the door, and the entire house is a complete mess. Peoples asleep in the hallway, peoples passed out on benches, people fast asleep stewing in their own vomit, it is disgusting.

The whole house is trashed with cups and rubbish, dirty clothes and dishes are scattered around, making it almost impossible to see the floor.

There is a few people awake, sitting on the lounge taking to each-other.

Now him and Leah are broken up, I can have a hit

He's so fine

If I wasn't hungover I would make a pass on him

I'm a straight Christian guy and even I would hit

Muscly legs are such a turn on

I want liam

Liam's so fine

Now I feel quite uncomfortable...

Why can't I read Valentina's thoughts?

She's the only one I care about?

It's like each morning I wake up and think about her, and look forward to getting to see her beautiful face with my eyes.

It's a gift to get to lay my eyes on her.

I don't know, I just like her, and anyone who gets in my way of making us happen might get fucked up it they can stay heavy hearted.

I know they all want her, and that's not my problem. Everyone just needs to back off, and they will have nothing to fear.

This might get a little messy I'm sure, everyone getting pushed away for the one I adore. This might get a little brutal if I'm honest, but it's anything for you my dear I promise.

You don't know I like you, and I want you to.

Because it's cut throat-to anyone who comes close. Be mine, and everything will be fine.

My feelings are complicated.

She's in the doorway, always one foot of the ground. Asking for some resurgence, of an old American sound. Don't go back to hating me. Don't make me jealous. Don't go back to wanting another guy.

Flying high and burning off the roof.

Trash the hotel and the living room.

Nothing good happens after dark.

It's sad but your now living a good life, just got access to your easily locked heart.

Cause it's easy come easy go, meet me down the road, now it's like meet me down the road and no response.

Easy come easy go, at me with your body.

She's never not one for love, cause nothing is sweeter than her smile.

At the foot of the bed knocking door to door, eyes puffed up and so red and my bodies sore and I've done it all again, as your ripping me to shreds.

Shreds
Shreds
Shreds.

"Hey Liam" I hear a voice call, and I spin around midway going down the stairs. And it's one of Leah's little friends, Maria. "Yes Maria?" I reply, and looking at her just makes me feel sick to my stomach after what her friend did to me. "Last night, Leah and Stacy fucked" she chirps. I don't care! "Cool!" I rudely reply.

Ugh he's just jealous.

"Im not jealous of it, good for Leah if she's happy with Stacy" Maria's colours disappear from her face.

Can't you see I don't give a fuck, I don't want my body don't want my luck, I don't want my stars they are yours to keep. And on the way out I won't make a peep.

When I leave I hope my ghost in your house haunts...

It's like it's the end of the world.

I walk out of the house, and quietly make my way home.

It's the end of the world, tell me why do I feel like shit?

I've been waiting to leave here. I want to leave.

Why do I feel like this?

Floating through the Milky Way, another place I don't belong. Watching the silver screen come crashing down, must have even the way they played me off.

Why am I so nostalgic for the now, everyone's screaming help me through it, it's a big black world in the sky that I'm not used to.

I was never good with goodbyes, is this how you do it?  Forgetting about the left behind?