I can't believe I'm telling a complete stranger about my problems, well at least the surface of my problems. I told the mysterious boy about my lack of friends and family. I also told him about my love for music and how it was my only real sanctuary. Just like he had promised, he listened and at least pretended to care. I wouldn't blame him if he hadn't even been listening to be honest, he has no idea who I am and visa versa. As I concluded telling him about myself and what was bugging me, he asked if I wanted to sing a song with him. I immediately agreed of course.
"What did you want to sing?" I asked him.
"How about cold water by Justin Bieber?" He suggested. It was as though he had read my mind as that was one of my favourite songs.
"Sounds good," I smiled as we began to sing in union. It was such a beautiful moment, although I had no idea who this mystery boy was, I could feel myself growing closer to him.
I bet he has lots of friends and probably a girlfriend as well. I bet he got good grades and probably has a good job as well. I bet he's fit as he goes on runs regularly and I bet I'm nothing to him even if he means everything to me...
I've known him for barely two nights and I already feel like he's my best friend, like I can tell him anything on my mind. Ive never had that feeling before so I wouldn't know if this is how it's meant to be but it just feels so right.
After a couple of more songs consisting of ed sheeran, one direction and even drake, mystery boy told me had to get going, sadness washed over my mind as I just realised how much fun I had been having, for the first time in months.
"Here I'll give you my number, you can text or call me anytime you want," he called out to me, making sure I recorded the right number into my contacts. I smiled a large and stupid grin as he jogged away.
I wrote his contact name as mystery boy 🙈 before deciding it was time to go to bed. I had a quick shower, washing my hair and shaving and got into a singlet and a pair of sweatpants. I got comfortable under my blankets and texted the mystery boy. Letting him know I was the girl he had been singing with me as I never gave him my phone number. After texting the number I put my phone on silent and drifted off into a sleep, dreaming about the mystery boy yet again. Another good nights sleep was clear in view.
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I awoke to several buzzing sounds coming from my phone that sat on my nightstand, extending my left arm I hit stop on my alarm and slowly sitting up, letting out a much needed yawn and stretch. I grabbed my phone once I had sat myself up and saw I had received a text message from mystery boy🙈. I unlocked my phone immediately to read the text message from him.
Mystery Boy 🙈
9:34 pm
Hey it's the girl you were singing
with earlier haha
10:35 pm
Oh hey! I just realised we
know barely anything about
each other haha
8:04 am
Yes that's true aha, well
was there anything you
wanted to know about me?
I mean, yea. How old are you?
I turned 18 a couple of months
ago, hbu
I'm 19 right now. What's your
favourite food?
Definitely chocolate-coated
strawberries haha, what's your
name?
You'll find out soon enough😉
haha I like the fact that we don't
know who we are I guess, how
mysterious
Yea that's true I guess
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Mystery boy and I texted for hours about nothing. It felt nice to be able to talk to someone other than my mother. Don't get me wrong, I love her and all but sometimes I need someone else, someone my own age to have a conversation with. I so badly wanted to know his name and what he looked like, it was like a little insect nipping at my skin constantly, not knowing who he was.
If he doesn't want to tell you who he is, you can't force him to.
Mystery boy ended the conversation as he had to go, so instead I plugged in my earphones to listen to music as I didn't have anyone else to talk to. I pressed shuffle and of course why don't we comes on first as that's what my playlist mainly consists of. Taking you continues to play as I sing along while laying in my bed, thinking of him. As more why don't we songs played, the more and more familiar a particular voice began to sound. I shrugged it off,
It's probably 'cause of all the why don't we I listen to.
I was so caught up in my music that I hadn't even noticed my mum standing at my door. As soon as I saw her I ripped my earphones out of my ears and sat up to give her my attention. A small smile played on her lips as she stared at me.
"You have such a beautiful voice Amelia," she said quietly.
"Thank you mum," I returned a smile.
"You look a little happier today," she mentioned.
"Um yea, I guess I am," I couldn't help but smile again, at the thought of being happy.
"I was wondering, we hadn't been out in a while, did you want to go out to dinner with me tonight?" She asked hopefully.
I thought about it for a second before nodding slowly. At this she literally squealed and hugged me. I hadn't realised how much I had been holding her back from until this moment.
*time skip to 6:00 pm*
I stood at my open wardrobe, a towel draped over my wet body. What the hell was I meant to wear? A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts, presenting my mother at the door of my bedroom.
"Having trouble figuring out what to wear?" She asked making her way to my closet, already dressed and ready to go. She wore a black dress that went to her knees and a black cardigan to go over the top. Going through my closet, she pulled out a dark red dress that compliments my figure. She holds it up to me with a raised eyebrow in question. I nodded, I've never worn this dress before but to make my mother happy I'll wear it. Once she left the room I slipped it on over a strapless bra as the dress had spaghetti straps. It ended a few inches about my knees and hugged my body in all the right places, I gave myself a fairly natural makeup look, only consisting of mascara and lipgloss. I stared at myself in my full length mirror that hung on my door. I could barely recognise myself but I liked it, I actually felt pretty.
The car ride to the restaurant wasn't an awkward silence like it usually was whenever we drove together. Instead we chatted and actually laughed for the first time in a long time. I was actually excited for dinner with my mother tonight.
"There's a karaoke machine at this restaurant, you should sing!" My mother exclaimed.
"Hmm okay, but you have to do it with me. You have a nice singing voice as well you know," I pointed out knowingly.
"Okay okay, I will. We can do it while we wait for our food," she said.
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✔️ Ephemeral || Corbyn Besson
Fanfiction{completed} In which corbyn besson stumbles across a hurting girl. "We're strangers, why should I tell you anything?" "I'm no therapist but I can promise you this, I will listen and I will care, no matter what" - Warning Story contains issues such a...
