Love Deprived

Chapter 5

Bluebell's P.O.V.

I stay laying on the blanket watching the blue sky, a slight gray from clouds swept through it. The sunlight shining in from the corner of my eye, bright blond hair outlining my vision and face, making it seem like one of those pictures on weheartit or tumblr.

I had music playing in my earbuds, listening to some of my favorite songs. The Disenchantments lying beside me, flourishing cover absolutely stunning, but now my attention was focused on the beautiful afternoon sky.

A plane suddenly flew into my view, leaving behind trails of smoke lines marking it's existence of being there, soon to disappear as the plane continues traveling through the sky.

I think of how lucky the people on the plane are, able to escape this Love Deprived city to a place so much better, where, maybe, love exists and dreams come true.

I wonder what it would be like, and how hard it would be for me, Griffin, and Wysteria to just hop on a plane and escape away. A thousand miles from here. Then maybe, our love could be forever-lasting, and our friendship could be never-ending, and we could all be happy. Gazing below at the land we would soon be leaving behind, smiling to each other as we covered our thoughts and hopes of people to inspire, and how our dreams of true love and getting known by the world aspiring. Happy, for once, would be nice.

I mean, it's not that my friends and lover don't mark me happy, it just doesn't last, if you know what I mean.

So I instead of being, at least, content I lay hear on this old blanket, spewed out across the ground. Next to my sister's soccer game field, hands above my head, watching the plane go by, heading towards the sun. I watch the plane until my eyes burn from watching the sun too long, but even then strain to try and see one of my last hopes, dreams, escape across the horizon until it vanishes with the sky.

I sit up trying to bring myself back to reality, opening my eyes on the last line of "Wide Awake," by Katy Perry. Opening my thoughts and taking interest in reality more. I think of what is going on in my life.

We have one more day till school is over, Tuesday, the 27th, it's is Friday, the 23rd (Memorial Day interruption). I'm waiting for my reply on an acceptance to Steep Agency, probably won't get it anyways though. They even said they, and I quote, 'aren't looking for people around my age.' Ugh. Whatever. I'm getting better in a 'relationship,' whatever you want to call it, with Griffin, except for sorta at the end of today, Xavier just had to be a fucking douche. Blah. Wysteria and I are hanging out on the last day of school, and I still have to ask about the sleepover, hopefully she'll say yes. Please God. Please God. Please God.

I take out my headphones, trying to leave my mind off at a song, okay with being stuck in my head, and then turn to face my Mom. She sits in her red lawn chair, watching the field, cheering for Brinda's teammate, Casey. "Mom?" I ask.

"Huh?" She replies.

"I believe you never quite answered my question, would Wysteria be able to spend the night Tuesday? On the last day of school..."

"Well, um, did you ask Dad?" She gestures to my Father.

"Ya, he said to ask you."

"Well, what do you think Phil?" She asks him.

"Well," he says, "You have to make sure to watch Melissa and Brinda and not spend the whole time in your room-"

I start to interrupt him, "Dad-"

But my Mom cut in, getting straight to the point,"Brinda and Melissa are old enough to take care of themselves..."

So after a few more convincing clues and thoughts my Father was finally convinced to let Wysteria spend the night, and I excitedly text her so.