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(Minami's POV)

   The two greatest and pretty much only loves of my life were advancing towards me with sly smirks, ones that made me question how much they were going to embarrass me, how everything would fall apart, how I would fall apart, ones that made me.....angry.

    I was having a good night, a night that made me forget all my past mistakes, a night where fun and new experiences were all the boyfriends I needed, and then they just walked back in, entirely uninvited, like some Carol at a barbecue.

I did not ask for you.

But I will accept your muffins.

   I will not give them satisfaction, but myself in turn for making you weak.

  This was it. Your weak point. My time to shine.

  They weren't going to stop me, not again, never again. I looked the two in the eyes.

  They thought they were going to sweep me over, take my heart again easily. They assumed they were the dominant, the alphas. I looked into the dark chocolate brown and the mesmerizing green oh-so-familiar.

And I smirked.

   My turn. I flipped the mic on. I looked behind me, seeing Pidge, giving me a thumbs up, placing a plastic box down for me to stand on, which I proceded to do.

   I stood up, hardly five inches above them now. This felt, it felt, powerful. I smirked down on them, as I saw Pidge run to grab the boombox, placing it at my feet, then playing the song, mouthing me the name.

  Perfect.

   I began, looking down at my ex boyfriends, who I hoped with to renew. I started the song, singing softly, a hidden hurt harshness, channeling my pain, my new want, my need.


((Btw, this is the song, play it and listen through it before reading at least once to get the really nice sound, I swearsies, you will not be disappointed)) ((also I changed some pronouns and phrases cause reasons okaydontyellatmeImsensitive))

"We started out incredible!" We really did.

"Connection, undeniable!" It was.

"I swear, I thought you were the ones forever...But your loves are like a loaded gun! You shot me down, like everyone! Because everyone's so replaceable when you're just so incapable of getting past skin deep!" I thought of all the compliments given. 'Your hair is so cute!' 'I love the new strip!' 'Awww, your cheeks are so adorable!' 'You're so cute baby!' I chuckled.

Getting past skin deep.

  I was getting into the song now, adding movements to my singing while the three siblings provided the slight backup.

  "Wooooaaah!" "Guess what? Another game over!" A thumbs down was the movement. "I got burnt, but you're the real losers!" My free hand did a 'L' on my forehead. "I don't know why, I wasted my time with you!" I dramatically checked my watch. "You're bad news, a history repeater! Can't trust a serial cheater! You're good at hooking up, but you suck at love!" That one was directed towards Otabek, who, before he broke up with me, had been going out with someone else for about 3 months before I found out.

  I held back a tear. I was so gullible. Instead of crying up there, I continued.

  "You played me like an amateur, then stabbed me like a murderer!" A slit throat gesture for this part. "I'm left for dead, another one of your victims. It's not like you're unpredictable, but your act is so believable, I know it's nothing personal, just business as usual!"

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 01, 2017 ⏰

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