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Erratically, I tapped my biro on my well loved notepad. I sighed as I gazed at the muddled grey tones of the sky, and the calm bleakness of the sea.
I stared down at my page 'things I hate about myself,' and the long list that followed.
•the way people look at me when I walk in the room
•the fact that I've written this list
•my mind and the wicked tricks it plays on me
and they were just a few.
I quickly shut my notepad as I heard the gravel crunch with every step Reece took.
"Look Shiloh," He said as he sat down, his leg grazed against mine. "Beach girl," He laughed. I looked up from my notepad as he grinned back. "I don't care what you say, we're friends." He stated, and inwardly I sighed, expecting the worse to fall from his lips.
"Okay," I breathed,
"Acquaintances, or even strangers, whatever you decide to label us. They don't stay up holding hands during a thunderstorm, they don't go out drinking to celebrate passing a driving test, and most importantly, they don't lie about not having Facebook, and then stalk the others account and like their cover they did of Arctic Monkeys." He babbled, holding his laughter towards the end.
"Shit, I did that?" I blushed, hiding my face from with my notepad, and he nodded with raised eyes.
"You has to scroll for that one too, it wasn't even my most recent." He laughed, and I begged for the ground to swallow me up completely to get me out of the awkwardness. He waited for a replying and more word vomit to fall from my lips, but I dared say a thing, knowing too well I'd embarrass myself more.
"Bet you had to restrain yourself from commenting loads of heart eye emojis," he laughed, and I shook my head.
"It would've been more than just the heart eye emojis," I said, looking down at the ground, Reece rose his eyebrow suggestively. "I just had to see if you were any good before I agreed to see you perform," I lied. I did have a stalk of his account and quite honestly I was impressed. His facebook was mainly just covers he had uploaded and a couple of messages from family members.
"So you'll come?" he asked, I nodded with a smile. "I'd hug you right now, but we're not friends so..." he teased, a smile ticked upon his lips as he looked away into the distance, the calm waves rolled onto the mattress of sand below.
"You know we're friends," I claimed, his arm immediately draped across my shoulder as he pulled me in close, he radiated a musky scent with citrus undertones. This was bliss. His golden curls tickled my forehead in the hint of wind, we both just sat and stared at the disappearing sunset that captured such beautiful shades of red. I slowly pulled away from him, having known this boy for two weeks, I couldn't just cuddle up to him and give him the wrong impression of me.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his arm hovered above my body as it landed back upon his lap.
"Yeah, no I'm cool. I need to go." I spoke, standing up briskly and leaving Reece sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at me for a further explanation that I couldn't provide for him. Cliché as it is, it's me. It's always going to be me and my messed up head.
Walking back home, I felt exhausted as my mind continued to ache from the thoughts and memories flying through in a blur. I began to think back to what I'd said, 'it would've been more than just heart eyes,' 'you know we're friends.' I sulked, I didn't want this. I began to uncomfortably pull at different twigs and shrubbery that stuck out in front of my pathway home, in order to filter my anger. I then began to think back to the notebook, and how those words still resonate with me. I still agreed with everything in the book, no matter how twisted they were. I patted my bag in desperately to ease myself that I picked it up, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized, it was right next to Reece, just hands reach away. The front cover also had my name written across it in bold capital letters and quirky sketches drawn when I was bored. Even I knew the curiosity in Reece's head, he'd be reading that right now and wondering why I'm this messed up. A stranger with all my secrets and insecurities, just at his fingertips.
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beach//reece bibby
Romance"You're like a daisy; you've been trod on and become so closed up with every gloomy day that passes, you need to focus on the brighter ones so you can bloom," he spoke as he twiddled a daisy between his fingers. "A daisy?" I questioned, my voice hoa...
