Another Piece of Me {DISCONTINUED}

i want to know you

Later that night, I look outside my window at the stars. My neck hurts from looking at the blackened sky, like it was the screen from the first row at the movie theater. In the background plays a YouTube video of someone singing a cover song and playing the ukulele. I think about my day. I think about the unproductive-ness of being attached to so many arrogant people. I think so many thoughts I can't seem to keep them all straight.

What have I gotten myself into?

My thoughts clear as the cover registers in my brain. I know the lyrics by heart, and I know it makes me think of the same thing every time.

or person.

My thoughts shift to Dean, and once again I smile. But whenever I see him, I feel like crawling into the nearest trash can. I feel less of the "popular me" and more of the genuine me. Maybe that's good? I can't be ME in front of everyone, even in front of the people who don't care.

How can he make me feel so less confident?

Suddenly, I hurt myself, falling from the pedestal I've been trying to escape for ages,

yet I never really do fall.

I never will.

I think of outcomes of what might come if I just overcome the pedestal, what might come if I talk to the mysterious British boy.

"I want to know you.."

sings the cover artist.

"Same here, same here." I whisper to no one.

The night wanes, and so does my confidence.

**AUTHOR'S NOTE**

Hi guys! Sorry for the short part. I'll be adding another one tonight, but I just felt this was a natural place to stop.. :)

Anyways, two things:

1-Do you like more pauses in this story? Usually, I like to add a shit-ton of pauses (shout out to the "enter" key!)

Anyways, let me know!

2-I'd like to make this at least 15 parts. How do you feel about that? Too long? Too short? I don't know! Thanks!

Love y'all-

darthbacongirl <3