130 days before
This past week has been nothing but pure, complete and utter shit.
First, I fail my algebra test. Not that it was 80% of my grade or anything. So that’s fucking fantastic.
Not only that, my absolutely wonderful “friends” bailed out on rehearsal. Even Luke!
Fucking dick.
And now I’m here working a fucking double shift during a god damn signing for some overrated underground boyband. So there’s about 700 teenage girls here clustering the place.
I needed some air.
No, I needed to smoke.
I walked out the back door taking an uncertified break. Which was exactly what I needed. A goddamn break from reality.
As brought the lighter to the nicotine in between my lips, the lighter wouldn’t light. Way to add to my wonderful week of goodluck, life.
After several tries of trying to light my cigarette, I quickly gave up and crouched on the ground.
Can’t even light a damn cigarette. Pathetic.
“Need a lighter?”
I looked up to be met with a light no lighter could ignite.
It was her. And I was never more grateful to see her.
“Yeah, thanks,” I replied as I took the lighter from her dainty finger and lit my cigarette.
She took the lighter back only to light her own cigarette. By surprise, she crouched down next to me.
“Tough day?,” she asked.
I nodded empathetically.
“Yeah, I get those a lot. God bless for music and nicotine am I right?,” she joked.
I wasn’t sure where her altruistic behavior was coming from, but it was nice. I liked this. I liked her wanting to have a conversation with me.
“God bless nicotine and music is right for sure.”
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"Her" || m.g.c.
Fanfiction"What's your name?" "I'm not telling you. I don't trust you." "Then what the hell am I supposed to call you?" "Call me Her."
