Desolated Stars

good love

*intro*
Idk where to begin
You could patronize me and say I'm a fool  for love, but Alex is my everything
Well....was my everything
I thought that my life would end with him and me, hand in hand just two people in love,
but it was the complete opposite.
So here I am...Alone on a bus hoping to escape it all, but before I start from here let me take you back to the beginning where it all started.

Chapter 1

They say love only comes by chance so grab hold of it and never let it go.
Alex and I had been playing soccer since we were 5. He was such a clumsy 7  year old boy. Falling each time he kicked the ball. I don't know why but it was the cutest thing to me. I remember going up to him punching Alex in the arm and running away or giving him clear instructions on how to kick without falling on his face.
Alex wasn't the cutest puppy of the batch. His messy blonde hair screamed for a trim. He was a little tubby but in a cute way. The only thing he had for him was that smile. Even now it still knocks the air out of me.

"Don't yell at me so much!" Alex yelled at me while he stood up cleaning up his dirty knees from another fall. I turned to give him the scolding of a life time
"Shut up you butthead! Maybe if you didn't fall all the time I wouldn't have to!" I yelled back.
Usually I would smack him but for some reason this moment seemed different. I stood there crossing my arms. His deafening blue eyes watered up like the were about to flood.
"You don't have to be so mean to me, I don't yell at you" he muttered.
Alex's bottom lip began to quiver.
My cheeks heated up and I turned my head quickly.
Well fuck. Yes, I had a huge potty mouth growing up. I never had the best brothers.
I began to tug at the ratty curls in my ponytail nervously.
"Stop doing that." I whispered.
The tubby boy scooted my way.
"Whad'ya say?"
"I said shut your trap!".
Alex took a step back. The poor thing looked like he was about to start bawling. I began to regret what I said. Maybe I was being a little to harsh on him, but he just made me so.....Nervous? Why am I acting this way?!

"I'm sorry!" I yelled then took off running off the practice field. If there was one person who could hide me from the world and my life embarrassment​s, it was my dad. I found my dad looking over game plans on a near by picnic table.
"Dad! Dad! Incoming plane!" I spread my arms out and jumped on my dad's back. My father grunted "Hey Liz, if I can remember you still have a practice going on?" My dad said giving​ me a stern. No way was he making me go back to my embarrassing moment. I decided I was going to puppy dog pout my way to freedom.
"But dad! Stupid butthole Alex keeps being a big crybaby jerk!" I pouted throwing my hands in the air.
Dad chuckle "Well that's a lot of mean words for a small girl." I wasn't small, I was pretty tall for a 8 year old girl.
"I'm not small!" I proclaim. I raised my left arm high above my head "I'm waaay taller than that butthead Alex." I turned to Alex's direction and crossed my arms.
"And I'm not a crybaby like him." I added.
My dad stood up looked down at me and lifted me up on his shoulder.
"You should treat him nicer, Liz you don't want to make memories with him only remembering your a bully." He warned.
"I don't bully him dad." I argued
My dad laughed "oh yeh? Then why are you so mean to him?"
I stopped to think for a second.
"I don't know, he just makes me so frustrated?" I said with uncertainty.
My father responded with words that could kill a girl.
"You know Liz? Someday you might marry that cry baby." He said starting to walk toward my practice area.
Pure horror filled me. No way was I ever going to marry Alex. It's not that I hated him. He was just a big crybaby baby. I crawled off my fathers shoulder and ran off screaming "You may take our lives, but you will not take our freedom!".
My father sighed and walked after me.
I kept running till I reached the porter pottys. I stopped to catch my breath and make sure my dad had not seen me run this way. Thinking about what my father had said made my stomach feel queezy.
"I will never ever get married!" I shouted to the sky.
"What are you yelling about brat." The voice behind me sent me into defense mode.
My brother Josh came from around the porter potty and shoved me to the ground.
Like I said, I never had the best brothers.
"Could you stop yelling? Your annoying enough already." Josh said.
I hate him.
No, I despised him. He was the most worse human being in this world.
"Stop it Josh!" I cried.
"Yeh whatever, only cause dad's coming over here." Josh spit on me then walked off.
I couldn't do anything. I was a lot weaker than him. I couldn't tell my parents because he would put me in the closet again.
"So this is where I were hiding?" My father said.
I got up and hugged my father. If I could stay like this then everything would be okay.
"You okay kiddo?" He asked.
"Mhm, just tired."I muttered into his shirt.
My father picked me up again.
"Can we not go back to practice?" I asked
My father chuckled "sure, but you have to ask your mom."
I huffed "she's going to say no."
"I know." He replied.

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So yeh that was the first chapter.
Did yah like the braveheart quote?
Tbh that was my favorite saying growing up😂
Anyways I'm going to start the first few chapters with the past and just let it lead up to the present part. Ill try to update twice a week.
Please hang in there😥
If there's anything I can make better just message me!
Thanks!