I lay on the grass, staring at the blank sky and feeling worthless as I began to think of the millions of people that traipsed the earth, and how insignificant I am. People were like the sand, and I was one singular grain, nothing memorable and easily forgotten about, I was definitely not like a daisy, not like what Reece had told me yesterday.
"I start to wonder if you ever go to college? You're here earlier and earlier each day," he spoke as he walked up next to me, he didn't take a seat, instead he towered over me, pulling a disgusted face as he was trying to work out what I was doing.
"I've given up," I huffed. It was true, after these diminishing thoughts that were constantly flooding my memory, I had lost all ambition in my coursework. River referred to it was 'a healthy break' but I couldn't ever see myself getting back into it.
Reece sat down, frowning at me. "That's no way to think, what's caused all this?" he asked, but I shook my head. I didn't wish to bore him with my depressing thoughts, it was all too common for me.
He placed his backpack between his legs and began unzipping it, pulling out a thin and flimsy copy of his school newspaper, or at least an article from it.
'Its all at Stake for George, Reece and Blake!' were the first words I read, they were in bold with a group picture of them underneath. I rolled my eyes as I pulled myself upwards, Reece looked amused with this article so I had my had my hopes high for this.
'Three boys form a band after one of them wins Open Mic Night' was the caption beneath the photo.
My eyes began to flickered through the paragraphs, it was mainly Lara talking to the boys and asking them about their personal lives and less on their time in the studio. In fact it was more a magazine interview than a newspaper article.
I noticed the last section they spoke about dating and my anxious eyes darted to and from, anxious to read ahead.
"And girls, you'll be happy to read that these three boys are single, if you're lucky they might even throw you in a cheeky love song! However, it may be hard to please one boy, "I don't really do the whole dating malarkey, I find it unnecessary actually. If I like a girl then they'll know," says Reece, who is the lead singer in the band.' I read through that a couple of times, trying to find the mistake, but there wasn't one. My heart began to ache and I stared at Reece expressionless, hoping he'd give me some clarification.
"It's not that bad," he tried to sympathise, "I mean obviously it could be better, but for a first try, that's okay," he began, but he wasn't shedding any light on the last fragment of the article.
"And this is all true, what you said?" I asked, as my eyes traced through further statements the boys had made.
"Yeah, why?" he asked, as if he wasn't quite catching something.
"No, nothing it's just we spoke about how you thought she'd mince your words," I sighed, honestly what was the point?
I looked up at the boy who I had believed I could fall for, the endless days we spent with each other, the humour, the hand holding, the understanding of one another. Perhaps I had read too far into this, and this is exactly what a boy and girl friendship is. In fact, how could I have been so naive?
"I mean she slightly did on the end part," he said as his finger grazed against the paper, trying to find the part he was speaking about. "Yeah, I told her I'm not ready to date anyone, but I guess it kind of portrays the same thing," he shrugged.
"What do you mean?" I pushed him further, my eyes staring curiously into his, hoping for the answer I wanted.
"I never really have dated anyone. All my relationships happen because I get along well with these girls, I'll make them feel special without all the wining and dining. If I like someone then they'll know that I like them and we'll see what happens from that," he explained himself, and I was still just as in the blue as I was before he opened his mouth.
"So you've never had a girlfriend?" I asked.
"I've had girlfriends, but it's the whole build up before that I've never really done, you know?" And I didn't. What was he doing with me?
"no," I replied dumbly,
"It's fine, I don't really date, that's all," he shrugged. Brilliant. "Is that the only thing you're going to comment about from that article?" he asked, but quite frankly it wasn't even me who commented on it in the first place. I wish it hadn't if even been bought up.
"No, I just need to get going, sorry," I mumbled as I began to stand up.
"I've only just got here though, let me walk you home at least?" he said, as he tried to take ahold of my hand, but he made it very clear what his intentions were.
"It's fine," I spoke as I could sense his eyes burning through the side of my head, trying to figure me out. "maybe we're not what each other wants," I muttered under my breath before I walked away from exactly what I wanted, Reece.
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beach//reece bibby
Любовные романы"You're like a daisy; you've been trod on and become so closed up with every gloomy day that passes, you need to focus on the brighter ones so you can bloom," he spoke as he twiddled a daisy between his fingers. "A daisy?" I questioned, my voice hoa...
