Martin walked me home,
he sat down on the rocking chair,
balancing me on his lap,
like I was a child.
We sat there,
looking at the stars,
before Molly walked past,
not noticing us,
as she laughed whilst holding Brett's hand.
Martin noticed their hand holding,
I couldn't tell if his reaction was good,
until I felt him tense up.
"I have to go home. Goodnight."
He said before we stood up,
our lips touching lightly before he sprinted down the street,
I heard an argument,
but instead of reacting I walked into the house,
falling asleep on the couch.
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desserted (brooklyn's story)
Teen Fictionshe didn't mean for it to happen, she stopped eating, not because she was fat, she knew she was already small, still didn't stop her from making comparisons though. (first book in the 'small' series. based on my own experiences)
