"you need to forget me.."
"you don't understand the fact that every little thing you do makes me fall for you.."
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when colby brock starts spiralling out after a break up he focuses his anger and pain out on one specific girl.
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in which venus...
« the only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision » | hellen keller |
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I DISLIKE roses with a passion. ever since I was a 7 and back then I never understood the reason why I hated these pigments of red flowers but im now 17 years old and I currently— more like right now— realized why I have this huge hatred towards them.
why do I hate them? because of my mother. she's gone now and I don't mean living somewhere else with a happy life, she passed away and to this day I don't know how. i was 7 when she passed and her favourite thing was roses and she would always pick them and give them to me. I would cherish those with my whole soul until she passed.
im not going to say their some cliché flower but they are overused with a lot of romantic gestures and i would not prefer that. not like I know what romantic gestures are like, ive never even had a boyfriend before. the only guy that I have done anything with was my best friend and that was only a kiss.
my best friend— also known as brandon lewis who probably the only person that knows more about me than anyone else i have ever met.
brandon and I have been friends for 4 years now and to this day im still confused on how he's my best friend and not someone else's. my whole life is cliché and to make it worse brandon is on the football team which means he has very, very popular friends and should have high standards of who he chooses as friends.
his whole friend group, so the annoying jocks, some girls who are to oblivious to see that the guys are only using them for sex, always question why he's friends with me and he's never told me the answer he's given them. thanks, that makes me insecure.
swinging back and fourth on the old, rickety couch swings i look off at the cars quickly passing by my house.
"why is this the place i know to find you?" I hear a familiar kind voice say. i shift my head slightly pass my shoulder instantly smiling at my best friend leaning against the brownish wall. he pushes himself off before plopping down beside me and resting his arm behind my neck.
i shrug, resting my head on his shoulder. "its the only peaceful place in my whole house and yard." i admit.
brandon sighs. after a minute of silence he bumps his shoulder up making my head rise up then heavily hit his shoulder. furrowing my eyebrows I dart my brown eyes in the direction of his greenish eyes.
"what'd you do that for?" I ask, playfully pushing him. he sticks his tongue out to me and i roll my eyes. he can't be mature. ever. it's the odd times that he's actually serious and that always makes me freaked out.
brandon reaches back into his hoodie pocket, pulling out a polaroid picture handing it to me. i give him a confused look before slowly directing my eyes to the small polaroid. one of my favourite things about brandon is that he makes the sweetest things out of the tiny things in life.
instantly a genuine smile widened upon my tanned face as I examine the photo carefully. the stars were perfectly aligned and reflected from each other.
of course im that girl who loves stars. never understood why but i always have.
"did you take this..?" I ask, holding my hand out with the picture with it. brandon shakes his head before pushing my hand away.
"i found it in your backyard while coming in—thought you'd like it." he shrugged.
i nodded slowly before looking back at the cars. ive always wondered what everyone was thinking while driving in a car. some people must be sad than some happy and others are just trying to get through life with nothing but a smile.
brandon gets up, giving me one last smile before walking back to his house that's only three houses down. convenient, i know.
the thing is, after today i didn't know what I had planned for my life ahead.
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( authors note )
hi! so basically I've decided to write this story and quickly I just want to address something.
this story isn't going to be your typical love story because that's not what it's focusing on so it's going to be different.
I am going to be slowly and carefully writing these chapters but of course there will be grammar mistakes that I will fix at the end of story.
