(I didn't write the story but I liked it so much that I wanted to share it)
Part 1
Okay, this is a song-fic, based off of Diana Vickers' song "The Boy Who Murdered Love". I've had it stuck in my head all day for some reason, so I thought about writing this. If it turns out horrid, I'm sorry! Oh yeah.... Try listening to this while reading~!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_S79Y…
July 8th, 20XX
"Your the Boy who murdered love."
Sighing, (y/n) couldn't help but think that she shouldn't have broken up with Green.
"Maybe.... it's just a misunderstanding...." you mumbled. "No! I saw him with Blue... and worse they were holding hands..."
Your the boy who murdered love.
Cold hands and a heart of stone.
You're a midas in reverse,
You're the king of pain and hurt.
And the stars turn into fire,
And the roses change from red to black.
You encourage my desire, then you put the arrow in my back and I'm....
May 17th, 20XX
It was just after school had let out. Sitting in your desk, you sighed. You were so accustomed to watching the pretty boy leaving school, that you hadn't realized that you almost missed watching him leave.
Step, step step... The noise of people walking through the halls was still there, huh....
Gazing out the window, you almost didn't hear the classroom door slide open. Almost. But because you did, you swiftly whirled around, simply to meet the gaze of none other than Green Oak, the most popular boy at your school.
Even though you noticed him, you hadn't noticed the brief second on where his expression looked amazed and... baffled.
"Nice to meet you."
"Hey, how do you do."
Simple greetings, that seemed to lead to absolutely nothing at all. That's all that really occurred that day, before you had decided to head home. Well, that's what you would've liked to do. Instead you walked over, grabbed his hand and said something that no one else would have thought to say.
"I really like you!"
May 18th
The next day after school was a little bit different. Green stayed in the classroom; you had done a quiz in class. He sat at his desk, tapping his pencil, obviously spaced out. You saw him hand in his test, your desk was right in front of his. Even though you both sat by the window, and usually after a test you would just look out at nothing, for once you felt like watching the others.
