the boy on the screen of my phone is not the boy i grew up with, the one i fell in love with just as he left me for fame, boy the boy i once knew.
he couldn't be, he let his hair grow out, he got a girlfriend, he made newer, better friends.
all because he had an attractive face.
jacob sartorius, the one i had learned to love, had gone hollywood. i haven't seen him in nearly a year, but through the screen i could see he was happier.
soon the time came that i would move to L.A., just from the fact that my mother now had custody of me and my drunken excuse of a father was left behind in the dust.
the apartment wasn't too small, but it wasn't very large, either.
"he'll never find us here, love." my mom would whisper to me at night. but my little thirteen year old mind never believed her.
a year passed, i had gotten large on an app called musically. i had forgotten about my father, jacob and everyone i left behind in virginia.
i was now a new person, nobody could stop me.
i had grown closer to a guy named tayler, and though he was much older than me, he was so much less mature. but that was alright, it just meant he was more fun to be around.
another month passed, i was introduced to a boy named joey birlem on my fourteenth birthday. i recognized him from a few of joeys "magcon" vines, and instantly despised him.
he would turn hollywood like jacob, and leave me in the dust. i didn't want that to happen, of course, but in a few months time he proved me wrong.
the night my father found us, the night my mother was rushed to the hospital from broken glass that had been shattered on her head as i walked through our apartment door that night.
key ran in beside me the moment he heard my scream, my father in his drunken state, laughed as he slurred.
"oh look, the slutty wannabe." he slowly made his way towards me, stumbling until joey threw me behind him.
"you think your so great, that you're famous but really your just a slutty wannabe. that's all, and nothing can change that." and then people rushed through the door, handcuffing the man i once called my father, and pushing my mother away on that awful white bed.
i fell to my knees once everyone was gone, joey holding me up and setting me down softly on the carpet.
"shhh," he whispered as the tears fell down my face.
"he doesn't know what he's talking about. you're, you're one of the best people i know. even though i barely know you, and you always avoid me, i know you're an amazing person. you're none of the things he said you were." he pushed the stray hairs from my face, and moved in front of me.
he looked me in the eye, and asked the one question that tore me apart the most.
"why did you avoid me?"
and it all came out. how jacob was to me, how he left me and how he was the same as him.
"well, i thought so anyway. i thought you were the same exact person as jacob. but you aren't, i don't think jacob would ever do anything like this."
and we fell asleep right there, in the middle of my living room floor.
