eighteen

one

All I can do now is stay with him. He's all I have left. We can move somewhere else where none of these stuck up pricks recognize our faces.

I don't care what it takes but I know that I will spend my days with him, no matter how long that is.

After everything, it makes sense because he is my one and only. Even through our fucked up situation I still love him.

8 months before

I've always fantasized about being in love. It seems like such a fragile thing, to practically hold someone's heart in your own hands.

I've never been in love myself although I dread to feel this way with someone.

I dream for somebody to look at my eyes like they are all the stars in the universe.

I pull up my black knee socks after I put on my black skirt. My iconic look, black, just like my soul.

For being so heartless, I can be the best 17 year old you've ever met, it just depends who you are.

I show no emotion, and it scares even me sometimes.

Especially the preppy rich pricks that I call my parents.

All they ever wanted was a blonde daughter that was captain of the cheer team, and has endless amounts of friends with equally snotty parents.

But they got stuck with a daughter who doesn't give a shit about when they play golf or throw fucking shitty parties.

All I could care about is not being wha they want me to be.

That why I have a job at the record store when they insist I shouldn't get a job, because they could buy me anything I dream of.

But I really don't mind driving around a black range rover.

I arrive to work a little earlier, immediately sitting down in my normal spot by the record player.

I decide that it's a 1975 kinda day.

The record spins round and round, and it's another normal day.

I'm lost in my daydream when I hear the door open to the shop.

A boy walks in, can't be older than 22. He's wearing a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up,black jeans and vans. His hair looks so soft, it's messy and kinda quiffed.

I love his style.

He walks over to the cd section where the rock music is.

I can't help but watch the way he walks, and has a dark look in his eyes.

He's intimidating, but I'm attracted to it.

Ayyyy a new story that I actually like where it's going. I'll edit this soon xx