eccedentesiast // c.h

nineteen

we have been writing and recording the whole day, and it’s 6pm and we’re all tired so at last, we decided to go home.

“that was great man! i really liked that one song we did, the one that goes they say we’re too young now to amount to anything else.” ashton hummed and laughed his ‘high school girl’ laugh.

“yeah the lyrics to that were pretty great too.” michael chimed in “i liked calum’s part of that song.”

the boys continued their mindless chatter, occasionally dragging me into it, but i always retract after saying a few words.

we arrived at our house, and i immediately went to my room, the new box in hand. with fumbling fingers, i opened the box. my heart is beating fast with a feeling i can’t explain – fear? anticipation?

inside the box, there is a white ipod.

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i felt my eyebrows knit in confusion.

an ipod? is this a gift?

i turn the object in my hand, looking for any oddities. maybe the boys are right – maybe this is some sort of joke like a prank or something, or worse, what if somebody is stalking me? and that this is some sort of device to track me?

even with those threatening thoughts, i find myself unlocking it. i slid my finger across the screen, and the ipod opened. there were no apps, no pictures, no nothing.

maybe it is a gift.

i huffed, feeling frustrated. why am i getting so worked up about this? i walked to bed and sat down, staring at the ceiling.

i don’t know this girl, i don’t know what she wants from me. i don’t know what these poems mean. i don’t know anything at all but one:

i’m going to find her.

with a newfound determination, i changed out of my clothes and into some shorts, opting to go to bed without a shirt on.

i’m gonna need sleep.

this might be the last time i will.

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i woke up early – 3:24 at dawn, to be exact. i quickly grab a backpack from my closet and stuffed random clothes inside. i changed into jeans and a gray shirt, grabbing my hoodie and a snapback a fan had given me sometime before. i stumbled outside, wearing my shoes in the process, trying not to make too much noise and wake up the others. i snatched some snacks from the fridge and placed it inside my bag.

i checked my belongings.

clothes; check.

food; check.

the ipod; check.

money; check.

phone;

i battled with myself whether to leave my phone or not. if i didn’t, the boys would be constantly calling me and asking where i was, and it will only distract me.

so before i could regret my decision, i took out my phone and placed it on the counter.

with one last look, i opened the door and ran away.

don't kill me pls i will update later gonna take a nap lol brb love y'all bye