Hey lovelies! Tonight I bring you chapter 7! Schools begun to get busy again, with my Geography, and I'm getting another science assignment next week, I still need to finish my English assessment, and then i'm pretty sure I have a maths test next week, which I'll need to study for. High school (or middle school depending on what you say) sucks. I think next year in America I'll be in high school, I don't really know, I'm an Aussie and writing from the perspective as an American and its making it really hard.
Anyways, quote of the day is by unknown: 𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓬𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽, 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮. 𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮, 𝓲𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓭. 𝓛𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵.💘🌼
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lil_nooby
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Delané's P.O.V.
I couldn't shake the thoughts of the meeting I'd had earlier with Shawn. Had he really thrown those fifteen years of true friendship, away just like that, for somebody in a completely different state that he had only just met? Probably, I can't compare to her at all.She's perfect, unlike me who's got a million imperfections. It hurt to see that home-screen on his phone of Camila and him. I let out a deep sigh. Maybe I should change mine to, if this is the way its going to be from now on.
Then why did he mouth 'I'm sorry' to me while he walked into the crowds of the mall, or was that just my mind playing tricks on me. I can't believe he didn't tell me that he would be home today, he didn't tell me anything at all. It was so damn obvious that he felt guilty about it, but I mean, what kind of friend does that.
I sat up on my bed and checked my phone to see if there were any new messages I had received. I felt it buzzing on the bed earlier and figured someone was trying to get to me. My heart sunk as I saw who it was from. I didn't want to read the message nor replying, but I couldn't bring myself to stop.
Mendesss🎸❣️: Hey Lané, can we talk?
Lil shortyyy😋🥰: What's there to talk about? You've moved on, I should too.
Mendesss🎸❣️: You don't even know the full story, just meet up at Paul's in five?
Lil shortyyy😋🥰: It takes longer than that to walk there but fine. Just know that I'm probably going to leave at anytime throughout this 'talk'
{A/n, just ignore the hair in the photo. Delané's outfit.}
I hung my hair loosely, and it drifted down my back in cascading waves. I pulled on my usual black, high top, worn out converse and strutted out the front door, my phone gripped tightly in my hand. As much as I wanted Shawn back as my best friend, I didn't know if I really did.
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