A Year Of Hell And Back

Sweater Weather

This story is entirely done under the lyrics of sweater weather by The Neighbourhood. This however is an entirely new form of writing that I will be using through out the entire next book that will be coming out this August probably.

Yes there will be a sequel and probably a spin off later on along the lines depended on how the sequel goes. This however will definitely not be my last book and I will be posting other books later on in the year.

This is one of the last chapters and there should only be about 4-5 chapters left until the ending. I hope you enjoy. Also happy new year!!! I'll post again in like two months like usual. With out further ado I present..Sweater Weather.

All I Am Is A Man...

Sadiq's P.O.V.

It's 3am and I'm just going to sleep. I was basically just up all night thinking about how tomorrows going to be. Is Ernesto mad at me again or was he just over exaggerating when he called me a pain in the ass? Why did the world have to be so fucked up? It's not like I can make all of these decisions on my own, I'm only eighteen years old for Christ's sake! Can I even do this? Do I even deserve to have the life I have already?

I want the world in my hands...

Patty's P.O.V.

Good things In Ernesto's Life:
¤Looks

¤Talents

¤ A Job

¤ A Life

¤...A Good Life

¤ A Boyfriend who actually cares about him.

¤ Courage

¤ Guts

¤ A Future

¤ Friends and Now a Future Family

¤ Not me

Good Things in My Life:
........
¤ I'm not dead yet....never mind.

I hate the beach, but I stand...

Ernesto's P.O.V.

I never even went into our room.
I wasn't going to wait until he calmed back down like always. Plus, I just figured out my best friend is still alive. So I also have that to contemplate over. I walked out unto the beach just a few blocks away from the hotel. The feel of sand sinking under my boots was one of the least pleasuring  experiences to happen but very ironic. I don't think I've ever been this pressured before, I practically was sinking. It was definitely all time low( I😜just😂had😇to.) for me right now. But I stand in ..well Cornwall..with my toes in the sand.

Use the sleeves of my sweater, lets have an adventure...

Sadiq's P.O.V.

The feeling of tears on my cheeks came back again. I've never been known for being insecure. No one in my family ever has. Back before the incident my life was great. I was still a sophomore and captain of the junior football and baseball team. I had a great family and tons of friends. What happened to me?

Why did I not stop to think about what I had. I never even thought about my old friends I was too busy trying to save my own arse. I used to love myself because everybody loved me back.

But now there's barely anybody I know that truly cares about me. Except, Ernesto. The only person I truly know that cares about me. Other than Frankie, and that's by chance not by choice.

He's the only guy that does love me and I fucked it all up because I was jealous. I was the one that was jealous. But how could I not be? He was beautiful and kind and loyal and selfless. And I was just the only one not taken. I tried to stop the tears but it never works. I can't stop them from pooling on the wooden floor underneath my feet.