Gold Rush

practically perfect

:* ୨୧ Gracelyn ୨୧ :*

"If I was brave and noble like you,
I'd have the nerve to just stop stringin' you along"

March 27, 2005

Ignore his sorry ass, was the thought pounding through my head as I approached the bus.

I was furious with Jonathan and I refused to give him an ounce of my attention. He could break his dick completely off for all I cared.

I strolled onto the bus, my eyes meeting Addy—who was seated next to Gibsie, with Johnny in front of them—and I gave her a huge wave.

I could feel Johnnys eyes on my face but I refused to look at him. He didn't deserve my pretty eyes on his face.

"Gracie, I-" Johnny spoke, and I unfortunately looked towards where he was gesturing at the vacant seat beside him.

Fighting every instinct in my body, I forced my feet to move down the aisle and drop down into the seat next to Theo.

I yanked out one of his earbuds and shoved it my ear, the familiar sound of Radioheads 'Creep' filling my ears.

"Hi," Theo smiled, "I missed you."

"Yeah, me too," I nodded, trying to crush the tsunami of emotions inside me, "Are you nervous for your game?"

"Sort of," He shrugged, "I missed practice the other day so I'm kind of off my game."

"Why'd you miss it?" I asked.

"Just family shit," He muttered, "No big deal."

"Is everything alright?" I questioned, knowing family shit could mean a whole lot more than people thought.

"Grand," He nodded, but it didn't make me feel at ease.

"Give me your iPod," I held my hand out for it, attempting to break the awkwardness, "Give it."

"Anything for you," He chuckled, pulling it out of his pocket and dropping it into my hand.

I scrolled through it—trying to get a sense of his music taste—before landing on Fleetwood Mac's 'Dreams'.

I knew Theo was bound to have good music taste, he was a six foot two drummer with impeccable style, like come on.

"You listen to Fleetwood Mac?" I smiled.

"Are you kidding?" He grinned, "I fucking love them."

"Of course you do," I laughed, "You're kind of perfect. It's honestly harmful to the rest of society."

It was the truth. Theo was probably one of the most perfect lads I'd ever met, but his only flaw was a big one: he wasn't Johnny.

Fuck my stupid brain for even thinking that.

"Oh, so you think I'm perfect," He teased, "What does that make you then? God?"

"I guess so," I teased back, giving his lips a quick peck.

I was internally screaming at myself to let Theo go, but I wasn't decent enough to do that. I liked his company and he really knew how to please a girl.

Plus he had his moments where he could actually distract my mind away from Johnny.

Theo should be my first and only choice. He was giving me everything Johnny never had but yet I still found myself going back to him.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask, how's Adeline doing?" He hummed, looking at me with his gorgeous green eyes.

"She's okay, I think," I smiled, because this boy had just asked about my best friend, "She's obviously going through a lot right now but she's handling it with all her strength. That's Addy for you."

"And how are you holding up?" He nudged me.

"I'm okay too," I nodded, ignoring the pain in my ribs as I breathed.

I was sporting a fair amount of bruising on my rib cage thanks to my father shoving me into the counter top last night.

Apparently I was being 'disrespectful' because I told him I wasn't going to wash his car at half nine at night.

It was a typical move and I had no reason to dwell on it—besides it really only hurts when I breathe.

"Grace?" Theo asked and I turned my attention back to him.

"Yes?"

"Why is Johnny staring at us?"

Well fuck.

My eyes snapped to where Johnny was sitting, he was leaning into the aisle, earbuds in his ears, staring at Theo and I.

"I really couldn't tell you," I shrugged.

"I think he's looking at you," Theo sighed, looking annoyed.

So I did the only thing I could think of. I kissed Theo and then glared at Johnny—who was still staring.

And then I practically yelled, "What the hell are you looking at, Jonathan? Stop being a creep."

Johnnys eyes widened and he quickly turned his head, his gaze frantically moving off my face.

Take that.

I smiled to myself, grabbed Theo's arm and placed it around my shoulders before settling in for the rest of the trip to Donegal.

Because it was a win for me.
And I'd take any wins I could get.

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giggling manically

scared of my guitar by olivia rodrigo is literally grace's song.

i love you

xoxo

-Freyja