PLAYLIST:
Okay y'all, here are some of the bloody brilliant songs I listen to while writing this song, coming up with characters - names, backstories, etc.
My Youtube Playlists That Y'all Can Check Out If You'd Like:
Skye Mari Ryder:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VK4Wk_8PbcI&list=PLyuRdYjNZEfUkV8ch8MpCN7A2oCO4rdBB
Minnette Foster:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ifJapuqYiU&list=PLyuRdYjNZEfWCKGSij9SlIDbCxadrZR_n
Winter Lovett:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRSZpV6WIuU&list=PLyuRdYjNZEfWn7KmVD4_VCU99Duwrxzlv
September Miller:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5yVXAz_Mlg&list=PLyuRdYjNZEfWRoJWaWKTNSHPlStTgpOh_
Rosalyn Young:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XjqGn2VsIE&list=PLyuRdYjNZEfUV0LljI80jRUak1uJHC_j7
4 PM:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ffp5vPyU2cI&list=PLyuRdYjNZEfVXsKwc91nyrIUwrh6fCxwJ
Chapter 25: A Heart-to-Heart
"Cuckoo—!"
"Cuckoo—Cuckoo!"
"Cuckoo!"
Rose is awoken by the dreadful round of cuckoo clocks. They hung on the wall of the room, one green, one red, one yellow, and the sound was unbearable for a hungover kid. Rose groaned loudly. She was the only one to be woken up.
"Shut up you stupid clocks!"
Her hands cover her ears and she falls back onto her pillow, face first.
"Stupid, clock," she mutters under her breath, as she tries to fall back asleep, but cannot with the raucous.
She groggily lifts her head, and the world is spinning, but she searches for a loose object. With her hungover eyes deemed useless, she must use the sense of touch, and realizes she's still wearing her shoes. She pulls one off, and throws it at the wall. It hits one of the clocks and the bird in it shuts down, as the "cuckoo" slowly stops.
One down, two to go...and she only has one more shoe.
Rose takes off another shoe and throws it at another clock. Her aim is off due to her judgement and balance still being affected, but it's just a bit high, so as it falls it knocks the clock off the wall. Of course, the clock falls onto the bed, hitting Maze on the head, and waking him up. Maze jumps up, grumbling, and his hands fly into the air.
One arm hits the last clock, and Rose laughs smugly.
All clocks are dismantled.
"Thanks," Rose gives gratitude, but Maze merely gives her a finger and mumbles, "Piss off."
She doesn't care, at least now she can go back to sleep.
Wait a second...
Rose and Maze both jump up staring at the other.
He's on the bed, shirtless, wrapped in the blankets, while Rose lies on the ground, wearing one of Maze's oversized shirts.
"Why am I still here, in your fucking room?" She asks him.
He shakes his head, having no answer to her question.
"Where's Winter?"
He shakes his head again.
"W—"
"Rose, I have no fucking clue of what happened last night," Maze interrupts.
They both fall onto their backs.
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4 Miles to Paradise
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