TOBY
MONDAY. 5:30 am
What happened yesterday?
I asked myself
This headache is killing me. I checked my phone to see what time it is.
Fuck!
It's only 5:30 in the morning?
Then memories came flashing on my mind. I now remember everything.
The dance, the rejected kiss and the nighclub.
Slowly sitting on the bed, I put my hands over my face. It made me angry.
"You're pathetic..." I whispered to myself
I stood up to check if everybody's okay. I went to the living room and saw Barbie and Luke sleeping on the ground while thin blankets cover their naked bodies.
I put on a disgusted look.
Claire...
I quickly panicked. I ran to the guest room and slowly opened the door. I felt relieved.
She was there. A hint of tiredness was written across her angelic and chubby face.
I slid myself inside and carefully closed the door so she wouldn't wake up.
I opened the cabinet to get some blankets. I unfolded the blanket and covered it to her whole body.
I carefully sit down on the edge of the bed and tucked a stray hair behind her ear.
She looks so peaceful and happy and everything about her will make you soothe and feel comfortable.
Then the memory of the rejected kiss last night flashed on my mind. It turned my mood upside down.
But the question is why did I want to kiss her last night?
Was it because when a man is alone with a girl, he has the urge to do something with her?
Or was it because Courtney and I broke up through the phone?
But either way, I refuse to have feelings with this girl.
And with mixed thoughts on my mind, I left the room.
The sun was just starting to rise and I decided to take a walk alone.
There were few people already but just like me, they are strolling around the sands. It's way too early and too cold for swimming.
I sit down on the sand and watched the waves hit my foot.
A tear rolled down my eye as I remembered my dad. He was carrying me on his neck while walking on this exact place.
"Why did you leave me so soon?" I asked to myself and my voice was shaking.
Don't fucking cry. Man up!

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The Best Friend Goals
Teen FictionJust a typical love story with typical plot twists and turns. I wrote this when I was about 13 so it's very bad but it's good for something to pass or should I say, waste, the time. It's also not complete.