"Go get the girl Liam, we're both using each other to get over our exes and it's bad to go back into a toxic relationship, but I guess that's our yellow paint. Yellow is a colour of happiness, but yellow paint is poisonous and I guess our ex's are...
The sun was blazing down from the cloudless azure sky. I was feeling myself today, I've done my makeup and The Weeknd's blasting in my room.
I know my mood is going to worsen throughout the day because my mum will pester me with questions like:
"why are you wearing so much makeup?"
Or
"can't you just go natural for the day?"
My phone constantly kept vibrating and I clutched it from underneath my blanket in irritation.
It was Theo. Theo's my bestfriend, he's always been there for me. He knows about my dad and he encourages me to better myself everyday.
He's probably the only man who's ever cared for me to be honest. I don't want to sound cheesy or anything but I'm deeply in love with how he takes care of me as a bestfriend. Anyway our conversations are mostly like this,
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My eyes glow in everlasting happiness as I try to adjust my phones brightness, he gives me that joy that I've never experienced before. I feel a smile about to occur upon my face, and normally I shut it down because I personally don't think smiling is necessary in a world with so many faults.
But that's not the case anymore, Theo just tears down my negative perspectives everyday, but no, he hasn't torn one of my perspectives.
I gripped onto my phone and placed it into the pockets of my blue jeans, mama always tells me to take a bag but my basketball jersey's long enough to cover it and keeping it secure and safe.
I sprinted down the stairs trying to catch a glimpse of where my mother was to inform her that I'm leaving but I guess she knew I was planning to go out. I gazed up at her clenching my jaw.
"I'm just going out with Theo" I said with boldness in my tone.
"Just be safe, and be back at 7." she uttered with a rather soft tone.
I smiled in an awkward manner, and glanced up at her; she just gave me that look she always used to give me ever since I was little when I used to cry in order to separate her and my dads lips.
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