Love is the slowest form of suicide

Chapter One

Name: Naeveh Longford

Birthday: 11/11/96

Relationship status: In relationship with Luke Birch- Since August 3 ‘09

Religious view: Catholic

Political views: Too young for that shit maaan

Bio:

Hey guys and girlies, I’m Naeveh, yes my names heaven spelt backwards, its also Irish. I’m half Irish half Portuguese, you don’t find many like me.

I love my boyfriend

Ermm not sure what else to say, pop up and get to know me :D

Finally, my face book page was complete. Just like every other teenage girl I'm obsessed with 4 things. Social networking sites, boys, my phone and my friends. 

Mattie Stevens sent you a message.

Mattie:  Wow shortcake got face book, does your dad know :p

Naeveh:  Haha yes he knows, we had the whole talk again, I think this time I might have got through to him :D

Mattie: Yh, right. We’ll see how long it lasts this time V :p

Naeveh: How many times, don’t call me V!! My father christened me Naeveh, if he wanted me to be called V he’d have call me that!

It was true, my dad hated anyone shortening my name, he thought it took away from the true meaning.

Mattie: Oh I love winding you up, come over shortcake I’m bored! :(

Naeveh: Can’t its past 8 you know dads rules :’(

Mattie: Hahahahahahaha, I thought you were growing up :p haha well later then shortcake, I’ll go out with the guys instead.

Mattie Stevens is no longer online.

Typical Mattie, always pushing things. I would have nagged dad to let me out to Mattie’s, and to be fair he probably would have let me, since he knew Mattie’s mum and dad pretty well, but y’know, he’d just let me get face book after years of nagging, so I didn’t want to push it. Searching the 30 friends I had, I looked for that one name. Luke Birch. I smiled and clicked on his profile. 1039 friends, shit my boyfriends popular, I grinned to myself and sent him a message.

Naeveh: Guess who’s dad let her get face book, he might even be okai with me and you soon, you never know :p hahahahah

Okay so that will be never, yep, my dad didn’t know about Luke, he’d most likely kill me, and then Luke, with a spatula. Luke wasn’t online, so I wasn’t expecting a reply, in fact nobody was online, everyone was out with their friends, its Friday night and I’m the only one cooped up inside. Heck even my dads out, but I wouldn’t risk sneaking out, seeing as my dad never gives me times when he’ll be back, so for all I know I could bump into him, whilst trying to sneak out. I decided to stalk Lukes profile for a bit, clicking the links of random girls who happened to post on his page. I wasn't insecure about the girls he was talking to, because whilst they just had their looks to get by on, me and Luke had a history. Our history.

Hey, I know why my dad is how he is, I just wish he’d let up a bit. I get he worries about me, but sometimes its too much.

My mum walked out on us when I was five, she was pregnant with another child, and nobody knows what happened to that child. I always wonder, but I guess we’ll never know. It came out of the blue when she left, nobody understood it. We were all so happy, I remember lying with my head in her lap the night before she left, she wasn’t acting weird, she was just being mum. I don’t think she knew she was leaving, but since then my dads been slightly bitter about it. He refused to let me get face book, because he didn’t want her to be able to find me on it. He doesn’t let me out late at night, because he’s scared, of what? God knows, but I guess he’s just trying to be the best parent he can, and there’s no rule book for parents.

Sighing, I checked the time, 9:30. Dads still not back, and there’s nothing to do. I finished all my homework, well to be fair I did only have an English short story to write and that only took 30 minutes. May as well call it a night.

20 minutes later, after my shower and choosing a DVD routine, I clambered into bed and snuggled down, I set the timer for 3 hours so I didn’t have to get out of bed again. Soon I was wrapped up in Annie, my favourite movie. When I was little I tried calling my dad, ‘Daddy Warbucks’ but it didn’t exactly work… Sad times.

I’ll be your crying shoulder,

I’ll be, loves suicide.

I’ll be better when I’m older,

I’ll be, the greatest fan of your life

I reached out for my phone, what time was it? The TV was on standby so it meant it was pretty late. I must have fallen asleep after Annie.

‘Herro’ I sounded like a dog who lost its bark. Attractive.

‘Hey, did I wake you’ it was Luke, I should have realised form the personal ring tone, but I guess sleep has a way of wiping my memory.

‘Yh, but I’m up now, what’s up?’ Ok so I was still tired, shoot me, but I knew if I hung up now I wouldn’t be going back to sleep.

‘Nothing. I just missed you, I hate going out without you, I wish your dad wasn’t so strict’

After that we just talked, about what? I can’t remember it was too late. Around 3am I got off the phone and slowly drifted off back to sleep. I did hate the fact Luke went out without me too, but I guess I couldn’t ask him to stay in, and its not like he could come see me whether he went out or not. He wasn’t the type to cheat so I wasn’t worried about other girls, I just felt left out as all the group would talk about the weekend parties and I had nothing to say.

Oh well, tomorrow was Saturday, Mattie was coming round to spend the day, that kid was like my worst enemy and my best friend all rolled into one. I met Mattie when I first moved into this house. Around 13 years ago. He’s adopted and for the first 5 years that I knew him, he’d move back and forth from Lisa and Mark to his real mum. He’d live with his real mum until she messed up again, and then he’d be right back on Lisa and Marks doorstep. For the past 7 years, Mattie hasn’t heard one word from his mum and although I can see Mattie clearly worries about her and he hasn’t forgotten about her, he acts like nothings happened. In fact not many people know Mattie’s adopted, I think I’m the only one to be honest. Tomorrow was bound to be eventful, where us two were concerned, it always was.

The only thing that was bad about weekends is that I could never see Luke, my dad would always talk to my friends mothers before he would let me out with them, which meant seeing Luke was next to impossible. One of these days he was going to give up on me, I just hoped it wouldnt happen for a very long time. The thought of being without him was so scary. I'd gotten to the point where being with him was just natural, i can't remember life before.

With that I let the much welcomes sleeped wash over me.

A/N

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