It's been a few weeks
I've kind of lost myself, I haven't been talking as much. Just been wearing long sleeves, if you catch my drift, but I have refused to feel bad for myself. These things happen and I should just spare myself the pain and get over it. Right? Right. At least this is what I'm telling myself.
So as I walk through the halls, trying to find some sort of purpose for this life. I open my locker and look to the floor when a note falls, I bend down picking it up and open it. I read it, look around and throw it away. It's another sorry note. Why can't he just say it to me? Whatever.. Right?
Forgiving him is hard but I can already feel the hatred and anger I had for him slipping through my finger tips... I wish it would stay just a little bit longer, long enough for me to get through prom without feeling sorry for myself. No doubt all my friends are going, I don't like parties anyway... It would be nice to actually get out and do something.. But he'd be there.. I don't know, I'm just bipolar.
I sit down in my home room right before the bell rings. I get there earlier enough so I can sit in the back. But he's there's. Sitting in my seat. It's small I know, we don't even have assigned seating, but I will get the damn seat.
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Little Things (Ashton Irwin X Reader)
FanfictionI'm 15 years old and live with my family in L.A, i met this kid with the deepest dimples and he was kind of strange. His name was Ashton Irwin. Little did I know the type of adventures we were gonna get in
