Lovely// G.B.D

All night

Even if it takes all night or a hundred years

Bella's POV
Friday evening

After school ended I went straight home. Everyone decided to come around 8, so that means I have about 4 hours to get everything for the mini party.

I grab the three hundred my parents gave me, putting it in my pocket I pick up around the house.

Then I call and order some pizza, cinnamon rolls and garlic bread from Dominoes. Damn that food is good.

I quickly send a text to my girls letting them know and rush off to grab the pizza.

I quickly get home after picking up the pizza. And to my surprise my friends were already in my house.

I only knew once the jumped out from the corner, making me shit my pants. They burst out laughing at  my reaction.

Eventually we all settled down and went up to my room. We indulged in our food, not having a care in the world.

It was getting pretty late so we all calmed down and sat in a circle and talked. We talked about random shit and even threw it back to middle school and played 'kill, bang, marry'.

"Alright Bella" May says catching my attention. "Grayson Dolan, Ethan Dolan, and Nate Garner" she says making the rest of us burst out in laughter.

"That's a tough one. From my encounters, Ethan and Nate are total douche bags, but Gray has been pretty nice to me lately. So kill Nate, kiss Ethan,
And Bang Grayson." I say.

"Damn girl. Thought you woulda chickened out of this one" Elizabeth said.

We continue playing until we get bored of the game. And think of something else to do.

We all went to the basement. We decided to bring some pillows and blankets and build a fort and watch movies.

Since I'm a little bitch we couldn't watch scary movies. So we all decided on rom-coms and sharks movies.

First we decide to watch 'The Meg'. It was a great movie but let's just say Ana and Elizabeth won't be going in the ocean anytime soon.

I'm not sure what I enjoyed more; watching the movie, or watching Ana and Liz piss their pants and hide.

The popcorn buckets are completely empty so I head upstairs to make more, leaving my friends alone to pick what to watch next.

I grab the popcorn bags and put them in the microwave, one at a time, setting the timer for 2 minutes each time. During those two minutes I head upstairs to grab my phone off my old dresser.

I head back downstairs and grab the popcorn buckets and head to the basement. I get to the fort to see what my friends already started watching.

"Heyyyy you dicks" I tell and throw a pillow at them. "You started without me?!" I start throwing a tantrum like a five year old.

It's okay, they decided to put on "to all the boys I've loved before" which I've seen a thousand times. But what girl hasn't? I mean Noah Centenio is hot.

Four movies later and I'm the last one up in this house. I decide to grab all of the trash and bring it up stairs to throw it way.

I grab my phone and go on it, scrolling through my twitter feed. I come across a tweet that really hit me. One of the football douches tweeted "PSA: depression, anxiety and really any mental health illness is not attractive. Get yourselves fixed."

I immediately report the tweet and the guy. People can't help if they have a mental health issue. Some are born with it, others get it through traumatic experiences.

I swear some people are so inconsiderate and total douches. Wow. Second time today I thought that. That's a new low.

I decide to go back to the basement to try and fall asleep. But I can't. There is too much running through my brain.

Those six words keep racing through my mind. "Any mental illness is not attractive". This hits me deeper and deeper each time. Like knife stabbing the same wound each time just to see how deep it can get.

I decide to text Grayson. I feel bad, he's probably annoyed with me, because I text with him with all my problems.

But I know he will respond. So I text him. Plus he gives the best advice. So I text him.

"Hey Gray I need help. My mind is spinning in a million different places. Please help me"

" you know what, I'll be on my way there. Be ready"

I smile when I read his text. But I remember I have my friends in the basement. I write them a note and leave it on the counter inc are they wake up and I'm gone.

Grayson pulls up to my house and knocks on the door. I answer it with him in his light grey joggers and a red hoodie. He looked kinda cute if you ask me.

"I'm gonna take you somewhere. Grab a jacket" he tells me. I quickly grab my school hoodie and run out the door. We both get in his car and he starts driving.

Eventually we end up at a park. But I'm not sure why. "This is my favorite park. It's old and I haven't seen kids here in a long time" he tells me, as if he read my mind.

We get out of his warm car and step into the cold of the transition between fall and winter. We walk over to the swings and swing a bit.

"I saw so much shit today. My brain can't process it" I tell him. "I saw a kid get beat up today" I say tears on the brim of flowing.

"What set me off was this tweet. A tweet one of YOUR foot ball friends tweeted. He mocked having a mental illness. That broke me bc I have one"

I tell him with tears flowing down my face like a stream. This really set me off.

"Hey just know I don't think that, and a lot of people don't think that. I know about the tweet. The whole team is giving him hell for it" he tells me standing up from the swing and reaching out his hand for me to grab.

"I'll be here and help you. Always" he tells me while we're in the car.

"Always?"
"I promise to help you."
"Even if it takes all night or a thousand years?"
"Even if it takes all night or a thousand years"

Writing is really time consuming and I don't feel many people enjoy my books so that's why I'm setting a 5 vote for next chapter thing.