I write imagines... It's kinda whatever, you know? Smut, cute, clean, whatever I'm feeling. I'm pretty chill, I like getting credit for what I create. I post on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. I do take requests, though it's not quite popular. Pre...
"You're fine. We're fine. There's no way we're not fine." I walked back into 4th period Spanish. I wasn't allowed to not be fine. There were worse reasons to feel like nothing's worth it. My reasons didn't fall under that category. I sat in my seat, fresh tears already streaming down my face,
"Pull your shit together and STOP. CRYING." I sucked in a breath and forced myself to be happy. I had to put on a brave face for everyone. The bell rang and I raced to my locker. I made a spontaneous decision,
"Why not get a tattoo? " I packed up quickly and got in my car, driving to The California Dream Tattoo parlor. Romeo nodded his head at me,
"What's up Y/N?" He was already snapping on gloves. He was opening his piercing cabinet,
"What are you getting pierced today?" He was sterilizing a needle. I bit my lip,
"I'm, uh, not getting pierced today." I sat in the chair, pulling up my tattoo idea on my phone,
"Something like this."
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(The rose, but on the middle finger)
Romeo nodded,
"Good choice. What's it for?" He set up the gun. I thought back to the first time I got roses,
"The first time I was actually happy."
[Time Stamp; 4:45 p.m.] (Y/N's P.O.V)
My finger hurt like hell. I unlocked the front door,
"Yo, mama!" I hung the keys up. My mom came out from the kitchen, kissing my forehead,
"Yes, love?" She smiled at me. I smiled back,
"Nothing. I just- love you. A- a lot." My eyes watered, but I hid it well. She stroked my hair,
"Look at you. My strong little girl. You go on like there's no type of sin in the world. It makes me proud to see how well you've held up after living with me." She laughed at herself. I mocked her laugh,
"I promise Mama, I'll keep you together." I hugged her tight. It was like she fell apart twice a day. It was over for now, but I played it off a little longer,
"I'm going upstairs now. Just gonna take a second to myself." I hugged her again, longer this time. She patted my back,
"Alright sweetie, I love you." She walked back into the kitchen,
"I love you too, Mama." I was on my phone as soon as my door closed. I opened my messages,
Me: Eth
Ethan: sup
Me: can i tell you something
Ethan: what going on
Me: I make fun of you a lot
Ethan: yes?
Me: but i actually love you
Ethan: ily2
Ethan: whats going on with you
Me: nothing. just making sure everyone knows
Ethan: knows WHAT
I pulled up my messages with Grayson,
Me: yo
Gray: sah
Me: ily like a lot
Gray: same tho
Gray: why tho
Me: dw abt it
Gray: that's like my job
Me: it's not
Me: just take it or leave it, but ily
I texted my dad, even though I knew it would be the same thing,
Me: hey dad
Me: i just wanted to tell you that i love you
Dad: ?
Me: oh look, you answered
I was a little weirded out. He never really answered my texts too often,
Dad: i love you too sweetie
Dad: what's wrong
Me: everyone asks me that, but they know im fine
Dad: that's the most misused phrase in the english lanugage
Me: I know
I cut my phone off. I was tired,
"Just go to sleep. It's fine. It'll all be over tomorrow."
~Ethan's P.O.V~ [Time Stamp; 9:30 a.m]
I walked up to Y/N. She was cleaning out her locker and tossing most of everything,
"What are you doing?" I leaned against the wall of lockers. She acknowledged me, continuing to clean everything,
"Just straightening up. You know how much I like to keep clean." She didn't look fine. She looked tired. I adjusted my backpack,
"Well, the squad's all going out today. You wanna come?" She always loved going out with everyone. It was like her safe place. She sighed,
"No. I have some things to do." She tossed some papers. I grabbed her hand,
"You got a fucking tattoo?!" She had a rose on her middle finger. I glanced up at her,
"Is this some kind of fucking statement or some shit? Like, what the fuck is going on with you?" I dropped her hand. She kept cleaning,
"I wanted a reminder of the first time I was happy." She swiped everything into the trash can. Her locker door slammed and she was gone. I glanced at the wall adjacent to her locker,
"Top 10 Warning Signs of Potentially Suicidals. 1. Sudden Change in Appearance, 2. Loss of Interest, 3. Calls or Texts That Center Around 'I Love You', 4. Abnormal Sleep Habits, blah blah blah."
[Time Stamp; 4:30 p.m.] (Ethan's P.O.V)
The doorbell rang. I looked at Grayson,
"Answer it." He rolled his eyes,
"You answer it." We had a small argument about it. The ringing became incessant. I sighed,
"How about we answer it together?" I got up. Grayson followed me. I opened the door and Y/N rushed in. She knocked into me, crying. I sort of froze up,
"Ask her you goof. " She was crying harder. I opened my mouth, but she spoke first,
"Would you miss me if I died?" She detached herself. Mascara stained my shirt,
"Well, duh. Of course I would fucking miss you." I felt awkward just standing there,
"I'd find it hard to admit you were gone." I was talking more to myself. She breathed in deep,
"Is it okay to not be okay?" She wiped at her face. I bit the inside of my bottom lip,
"Are you okay?" I waited for her to tell me she was fine, that it was a joke, something. She just looked at me. She finally breathed in deep, asking again,
"Is it okay to not be okay?" She made direct eye contact. It was intense. I nodded, hugging her,
"It's okay to not be okay, sometimes." I put my chin on top of her head. She hugged me back,
"Sometimes?" Her voice was muffled against my shirt. I nodded,
