Aurora fumbled with the keys to the front door, turning hesitantly to see melanie, calum, luke and michael staring at her from their car after insisting to drive her home, much to luke's dismay. they all sat in luke's mercedes-benz e-class cabriolet, leaving aurora speechless at the vehicle and the wealth of the group of people whom sat inside. she nodded and swiftly opened the door, rushing inside. she sighed and headed up the stairs towards her room, scratching her neck.
she looked out her window as melanie pulled out of her driveway, driving down the street. calum glanced towards the house, spotting aurora through the window. her soft brown eyes watching them as they drove off. he sighed and turned to listen to the conversation going on between the rest of the group he hung out with.
"she's weird." michael shrugged, making melanie scoff and push him from the passenger seat as luke drove.
"don't be so mean! she's really nice when you get to know her." she shook her head and looked out the window.
"i think she's nice." calum shrugged and everyone glanced at him awkwardly.
"ashton likes her as well." michael spoke up and everyone nodded. "he did let her take his seat in luke's car, which he never does."
"she seems to only talk to melanie anyway." luke scoffed. "is she lesbian or something?"
"no!" melanie hissed. "hurry up and drop me home you're all annoying me."
luke rolled his eyes, turning a corner on the street as calum drifted off thinking about aurora.
she casted over his thoughts, her soft tan skin and brown eyes being caught in his thoughts. yet to see her smile, he can only believe it is a beautiful one of that. he admired her silence, being too uncomfortable around them yet making snarky remarks every now and then. she never seemed to laugh or smile, but he felt a sense of warmth in her presence. it was a lot for a man to think after a few hours with the girl, but calum appreciated her warmth presence and silence.
he never knew what she felt inside, he only admired how she was portrayed on the outside.
aurora flicked through her bookshelf, constantly pushing past the many journals she has written. she made room for her new journal, stopping as she was about to put it into its slot and grabbing a pen.
i don't know how i feel about college. it's time consuming, however, it doesn't consume the thoughts of ones mind. it bores me. the people whom i interact with aren't my type of people. do i even have a type of person who i get along with? melanie shows interest in becoming my friend but i doubt that's going to last. i, on the other side, feel guilty for taking ashton's seat in luke's car for a car drive two blocks away. he's kind-hearted, unlike luke. i've developed a strong dislike to luke. michael is like the last piece of bread, he just sits there. he begins to talk a lot but not to me, which is understandable as i only really spoke to melanie. i find myself writing to you again on the second day, whoever you may be. i have come to find that, as the day went on, college still did not succeed in distracting ones sad thoughts. i must admit, the ignorance of luke hemmings and the calm, warm stare of calum hood manage to slightly distract the mind. chocolate brown eyes burning into my own, however, only bringing an utter emptiness to my soul. i officially claim that on the second day of journal 63, i am only getting sadder and cannot overcome the feeling which i consume as a desolate wasteland.
aurora
she closed her notebook and slipped it into the new spare slot in her large book shelf. her hand hesitantly graced over the 43rd notebook, her stomach clenching as she turned and lied down. it took aurora around a month to finish each notebook, some took quicker or longer, relating to how she was doing. she started writing in journals just before she entered high school. if she knew she would be some freak with a whole book shelf dedicated to all of the journals she has written and cried softly to, she would have burnt her first journal at the stake.
