Beth: I could see him. Walking in sadness the whole way home. How'd every time he took a step a tear would drop. I don't know of I like him or not. His eyes. His personality. The way he smiles to make everyone feel better. The way he would lift you up with his big hands. I just sat on my grass. Alone. Thinking of how it would be like dating Connor or Sam. "Beth. Is that you?" As I started to focus there was Sam. With a corona beer in his hand. "Yeah it's me." He started getting closer. "I miss you. Cutie." He looked very drunk. "Sam not now. I'm not ready." He chuckled. "C'mon. Connor isn't here. He's not gonna flirt with you now. Earlier he started making out with this girl in his room. So I came here to tell you." That bitch. I hate him. I hate Connor. Almost. I almost thought that he was the perfect boy. The perfect boyfriend. Never mind. Not gonna happen anymore. He's just gonna be a ghost to me.
Con: I was scrolling on Instagram when I saw that Sam posted a picture. A picture of a drunk Beth. I couldn't figure this out. Sam went to Beth's house to have that "date". Okay. I'm fine. I can handle this. So I'll go on Twitter then. Then I saw that Beth posted a tweet. "Fuck everyone else. I have this boy." And there was a picture of Sam. Of course. Now I don't know anymore. I might as well just kill myself. Cause no one is never gonna like me anymore.
Beth: Sam was taking me to 7 eleven to get some beers. I was excited. Excited to feel the blast of being paralyzed. The felling where who cares what you are, you're free. I'm ready to feel that. I'm ready to forget about my sophisticated family. Forget youtube. Forget Connor. This is the real me that has been ready for all these years. Fuck everyone. I'm awesome. "Ready?" Sam was having a face that made me feel awesome. "I'm ready." And there we went running with like fifteen six packs and a trash bag full of junk food.
Con: The was me standing on the roof. With a knife in one hand, and in the other a note. A note with all of my secrets. Secrets that only Beth would know. A secret that would change a lot of things. My everything would only come out once I'm dead. I hope Beth's happy. I hope youtube is gonna forget me. I hope that when I die, everyone is gonna forget. Forget about that "note".
