Miss Perfect and Mister Emotional

|Chapter One|

Miss Perfect

"I've been thinking, drinking, waiting for the sky to fall.

I'm depressed, oh so stressed.

But to them nothing's changed at all.

And you watch, as I break.

Putting my life at the stake.

And I'm sitting here, waiting for the sky to fall.

I'm painting my wrists to the thought of him.

Said he'd never lie, never sin.

But now I'm looking at him, staring at the rich kid across the hall.

And I'm waiting for my happiness,

Waiting for the sky to fall."

"God, Jazmine, that was horrible. You're such a freak. Why are you so depressing? Ew."

As the group of my so-called friends walked away, I whispered into the wind," Because of you."

"One, I love your voice. Two, I partially understand what your song was. Three, I loved your song. Four, I want to help glue together your piece of broken glass. Five, let me help you."

Finally. Mum was right, one person in this world would find me, and they'd help me. Only, I never would've expected it to be Elijah.

Elijah.

Elijah.

The one boy who I had actually fallen for.

"Elijah? Are you serious?"

"To quote a favorite YouTuber of ours, 'Dern Sure.'"

I smiled. "Okay, let's mend the broken pieces of us."

That was the day everything in my life changed, because in that second, he grabbed my hand, and I felt everything. The tingles in my hands that you've heard of, the miniscule explosions in my stomach, the blood rushing to my cheeks. The best art, though, was that I knew he felt everything I did, and that he was largest piece I needed to fix my broken glass. No, our glass.