Crushed {ON HOLD}

Day to myself...sorta

BROOKE'S POV

I woke up the next day in the same clothes I had on from yesterday. I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. I looked like shit. I had bags under my eyes, dried up tears on my face, my makeup was rubbed all over my eyes and my hair was knotted from the rain yesterday. I took a shower. It was a pretty long one too. I spent most of my time in there just thinking. Thinking about the tree boys that I've been causing pain to.

I thought about Matt. He's the only one who told me they love me. He was the first one I had a crush on when I first heard of Magcon. He was the one I watched silly YouTube videos with. He was the one that made me smile when I was down. He gave me my first kiss with fireworks. No, Jonathan never gave me fireworks.

I then thought about Shawn. He's the sweetest. He admitted his crush to me and got embarrassed about it, that was so adorable. He was my best friend here. We had the most random conversations. I ended up in the papers with me dancing on him and to be honest, I don't regret it. He's the one who calmed me down when I was crying most of the time. He deserves better.

Then there's Taylor. He's a big flirt. He's cocky. His bandannas make him look hotter than ever. When I'm with him, I feel safer. His kisses make me feel welcome. He's romantic too. When he got me that panda bear at the pier, when he went on that badass ride just because I wanted to go on, when he kissed me at the top of the Farris wheel. He's special to me and I don't want to see him get hurt, any of them.

I get out of the shower and throw on a pair of purple high waisted shorts and a grey crop top. I let my hair air dry and put a bandanna around it. I put on my grey converse and go out the door. I need a day to myself. I grab my penny board and start riding down the sidewalk. I put my headphones in my ears and play the song 'LA story' by Sammy Adams.

Im waking up on Sunset Boulevard

Maxing out all my credit cards

Living my own LA story

Living it up til the morning

Sammy

Im not trying to show you love and affection

Im trying to live the life a kid always expected

Over on Sunset, finished a couple sessions

One foot in the door, one in the hills, questions

Angels in leather, I aint talking bout the motor club

But I tend to go hella hard when I go to clubs

Minibar murder, Im on Denzels flight

With a stewardess that wants to fuck the whole damn night

Who cares what they all say

Tryna find some girls like Hov did with Beyonce

Had you for a week but I heard you say fiance

Na na, none of that girl

I fell in love, the streets got a glow

The city of angels is calling me home

And she said, and she said uh

Im waking up on Sunset Boulevard

Maxing out all my credit cards

Living my own LA story

Living it up til the morning

Well be taking shots under the stars