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(My motivation to get out of bed each morning tbh ^^^^^)
How terrible it is to love something death can touch.
Kieran Kelly
"Who was Darry in love with before Olivia?" I asked Soda randomly from where I sat across from him at the Dingo and Jays.
"Paisley King, everybody knew about it." Soda replied nonchalantly
"Does he miss her?"
"Yeah, everyday."
"Good. That's how you know it was real."
"That's why my sprite can still misses me." Sandy strutted through the door and started leaning all over MYboyfriend. Soda had a face full of annoyance and I knew my face was pure blood lust.
Just as I go to stand up, Sodapop, does it for me. He quickly moves away from the bimbo and out of the booth before twisting around quickly and shouting in her face. "Oh Hell No. Not happening. I would sooner miss Satan roaming earth than you." There was pure disgust written on his face, and hers was traced in surprise and embarrassment, much less anger.
"But ba-" Sandy starts
"Don't you dare finish that sentence. Get out." Soda stomps his foot on the ground to make a point.
Sandy humphs loudly before turning and stomping the whole way out of the Dingo and Jays.
My mind drifts back to the day at the diner with Olivia and I can't help but wonder what she might be doing right now.
"Do your best damage." Olivia smirked at me handing me a milkshake from the counter after an altercation with Sandy. She should have known not to come here and any further damage is not to be put on us or the people at the diner. I quickly walked over to the bimbo and poured the cold mixture over her head.
I watched as she quickly turned towards me, a sharp glare etched into her features as she took in my appearance. "Oopsie daisy." I muttered innocently as I stared at her red face and shaking shoulders, but in this instance I knew I was about as innocent as her, and she was about as innocent as the devil.
I sashayed away confidently with a smirk across my lips as she stormed out the glass front doors. I saw many customers who were pretending to eat and trying to cover up their laughs, none of them mad at all knowing she deserved it as they had previously witnessed the scene before I dumped the shake over her head. Many of them were also devoted customers, always being here every Friday night, and over the years they have learned the real bitch she could be.
I got an understanding nod from the manager at the front desk before I walked over and high fived Olivia, her and I quickly doing our handshake before getting back to our work.
"Hey, Kieran." I was shaken out of my thoughts from Soda harshly pushing on my shoulder. For the first time I noticed him standing in front of me, money on the table in front of our barely touched plates.
"Sorry, zoned out there for a second." I shook my head feeling incredibly confused about everything that was going on.
"Yeah, lets go." He spoke in monotone. What's his deal?
Olivia Sheldon
I found an old diary that used to belong to my mom, Mary Ziegler engraved on the front, in the drawer of my nightstand. Being the nosy person I am I open it to the first page and start reading:
My fists were clenched and shaking, my jaw set, cheeks stinging red, and anyone from miles away would describe me as angry. But that's not the case. Not here. No. This was a tactic of mine. This was so I wouldn't cry. He wouldn't see me cry. No. Not here. Not now.
I couldn't cry in front of him. I shifted my stance, my gaze flittering all over his face, mainly his eyes, looking for any sign that this might be a joke, a sick twisted joke in some way. But no. Nothing. My desperate searches came up empty for anything but the truth.
He was still going on and on, his tirade seemingly endless, every word stabbing me straight to the core.
I bit down harder on the inside of my cheek, so hard I could taste blood now, and clenched my fists tighter, barely feeling my nails piercing the skin of my palm, my body seemingly numb to the feeling as my mind worked tenfold trying to process this situation.
Stinging cheeks from the heat of the embarrassed and angry blush staining them a crimson red, burning throat and eyes from the work of tears forcing themselves forward, tired of being held at bay.
I shifted on my feet again, and my eyes trained on the little swoop his hair has just above his eyebrows, I refused to look down, but I knew I couldn't look him in the eyes either.
Nodding at whatever he had said, I just wished this would be over with sooner, so I could be in the comfort of my own bedroom alone. I could yell and cry and throw things and do everything I wouldn't do in front of him right here, right now.
The sound echoed around the area as it happened; it was almost deafening as it kept bouncing off the walls and back at us, back at where the sound originated.
Heads snapped around to see what was going on even though they all already knew, acting as if they weren't eavesdropping on the conversation. Everyone in this town was too nosy for their own good.
His one cheek was now as red as my two with a large handprint shape on it. He kept his head to the left, refusing to look at me now that he'd had an excuse not to, feeling too guilty. And after what I'd done I wouldn't look at me either.
I ripped the necklace he'd given me as a gift for my birthday weeks ago off my neck and dropped it to the ground near where our shoes were almost touching. It didn't matter now.
True love will triumph in the end - which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, then it's the most beautiful lie we have.
&~
"What do you want to be when you're older?"
I don't know what I want to do, but I do want to never be lonely.
"I'm just going to end up broke and alone with 50 cats and dogs."
