Before them we were lost; we were stuck in our twisted version of wonderland.
Before them I hadn't noticed; my sister was following in my footsteps, spiralling into a dark hole.
Before them I had forgotten; I'd lost myself in the drugs and isolation...
Liking the story so far? Why not drop some comments or add it to your reading list? 🌿listen to Don't You by Simple Minds while reading this🌿 ------------------------------------------ Through my headphones i heard a muffled voice, irritated I pulled them out and twisted my body to see a boy's face. It was the cute guy who worked here.
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He had the cutest Crimson red cheeks and dark freckles, pursed rosy pink lips, big galaxy eyes and wild hair, I loved his hair. He wore dark skinny jeans with some white vans and a white too to match, he also had a couple of bracelets on, one ring and a collection of piercings. He was different, I liked that. I always come on Fridays and Monday's because that's when he's working though I don't think he's ever noticed me at least... until now. I was worried, Had I done something wrong? I barked at him,"Is it too loud or are you gunna tell me I can't watch it in here? 'Cause the old guy lets me do what I want, what's his name?" I clicked my fingers at the the boy repeatedly until I remembered " Phill! Yeah that's him. He even sometimes watches it with me when there's nobody else around and you know what -" I was rambling on and thankfully he interrupted. I went a little red but he chuckled quite a bit, he looked startled too I think. "No, no! I um." He peeped, he was so quiet and then " Hey I'm Tate, I'm dead. Wonna hook up?" He said this jokingly with a croaky voice, I think I made him nervous.
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My eyes lit up at this boy, he was quoting one of the most iconic lines from ahs. Cocking my head to the side and twitching my nose a little, I quizzed him " Season one murder house -" He began to finish my sentence "When Tate tells Violet he's dead." He smiled mischievously. "I'm Sam" he then said warmly, all of a sudden he had become confident. It worked for him, it was cute. I then clicked my tongue and pulled out the chair beside me "I mean you're no Phill but alright you'll do." I smirked. He grinned like he'd won a prize and sat down beside me, I handed him an earphone and smiled, I couldn't help but admire his eyes glistening in the sun. We then sat in silence watching all the episodes, I glanced over at him a couple of times just to check that this was still real.
