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35. Pessimistic King: Young and Sweet, only Seventeen

another sad chapter ending.
piano melody on the side for extra effectttt.

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September 28th 

Pov: Jenna. 

The soft sounds of my very favorite band cascading from my stereo, I confirm to myself I just want to stay in bed and listen to music all day. 

  

Music, it's a God-sent, really. You can forget about every single difficulty and stress in your life, and instead, focus all of your attention on the lyrics. The lyrics; as long as you find the right ones to listen to, they can change your attitude from downbeat, to optimistic, in only a matter of seconds. Especially, when you can relate to them -- just to know you aren't the only person going through a certain thing is enough to make you feel contentment and relief.

"Honestly, what would life be without a song? Thank you for the music." I smile to myself and hold a hand over my heart, staring up at my high-top ceiling like a lame-ass teenager. Oh, wait, I am a lame-ass teenager. Go figure. 

"Jenna!" Came the voice of my impeccable, though slightly embarrassing mother, from the door of my room in the attic, "You have a visitor!" And as my eyes barely shifted from their spot on the mazarine, wooden roof, I saw the person I'd spend practically all of my time thinking of few the past few months, Taylor Jardine.

"Tay," With wide eyes, I sat upright in my bed so fast I probably seemed a little too infatuated with the small brunette standing meters in front of me. But, honestly, I was just surprised she's made the effort to socialize me considering what happened all those many days ago. I thought, she was scared of me. I mean who wouldn't be, right? A bizarre, idiosyncratic blonde girl infiltrates into a well waited for kiss, actually thinking she has a chance with you, even though you've been straighter than the lines on a maths book your entire eighteen years of being alive? 

"Why haven't you introduced me to this pretty chick before, Jen?" Mum said, causing Tay to smile. Oh, God, mum--

"Bet your room at home doesn't look like this, eh? What, with all of these posters of butch woman lingering on the walls?" 

"They're football players, mum. Woman football players, they're just as feminine as anyone else. Now, can you stop being humiliating and leave us alone, please?" 

Mum slumped her shoulders with a defeated sigh, "Alright, alright, way to kill the party. Would you girls like some tea to compliment your little, afternoon get together? How about some Vegemite on toast?"

"What on Earth is Vegemite?" Tay asked, her eyebrow quirking.

"Oh, love, you just have to try it!" Mum exclaimed in reply, "I'll do some up for you on a piece of toast, I promise, you'll love it. And, do you have sugar or milk with your tea?" 

"Yes, both please, Mrs. McDougall." And with that, mum was out of the door, "Cheers, mum." I gave a quick wave, and after the words were spoken, I was left in a completely still silence with Tay Jardine standing awkwardly at the end of my room, and myself fiddling with my finger nails on the edge of my bunk bed. Slowly, Tay took steps towards me, her pearls of teeth immersing into her bottom lip in a nervous gesture, and her eyes stuck down onto where her feet were moving.