POV: Abby
abby stares at her ceiling covered in posters she got out of teen magazines as she tries yet again to listen to one of justin timberlake's songs all the way through. abby's face scrunches up her face another time convincing her to turn it off again. she switches the disc for her favorites beatles cd and stands there swaying to the melody she knows better than herself.
she sits in her bed looking around at her bedroom that had been changing so much recently. i miss my planets and stars... i miss my astronaut posters... i miss my life with drew...
abby holds her lip shaped phone in her lap for a while until she mindlessly dials drew's number. the line rings. and rings. and rings. and ri- "hello?" drew picks up with his mouth full. "h-hey drew. its abby..." she hears drew swallow, "oh. hi abby, whats up?"
abby shakes her head as if he can see her, "nothing much. i'm just calling to say hi." drew hesitates, "oh. hi..." abby sighs, "also i want to say that... i miss you." drew scoffs into the phone, "yeah right. you never talk to me. the last time we talked was at my soccer tournament - and that was a month ago." abby shuts her eyes, "i know. it sucks. i suck. i do. i wish i didn't."
"it started when you got together with alex - why'd you even do that? he was my bully. our bully, abby!" abby shakes her head again, "i don't know drew, i wanted to be liked..."
drew sighs, "well wanted is past tense, so why are you still with him?" abby's eyebrows knitted together she sits up, "i- i don't know drew..."
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blurry nights
General Fiction"my skin is dark as night, but you're the one with constellations across yours"
