Pieces [Wattpad's Editor's Choice]

32: VoCaL cOrDs

I checked my backpack every morning and night to see if I ever had a note back. Nothing.

I spent hours researching more ways to make someone fall in love with you. Here were my results online:

𝟷) 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖/𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝟸) 𝙱𝚞𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖/𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝟹) 𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖/𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚢-𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘!

𝟺) 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖/𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝟻) 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝

𝟼) 𝙸𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎-𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝!

The list went on. I wasn't super fond of it; any of those could easily turn creeperish when you couldn't even make it to first base. If anything, I could create a new 'BF BL' with these on the list but I had to actually get a boyfriend first.

I needed to make a grand gesture, though. How many YouTube videos had I seen where men proposed publicly after sending their lover on a Places We've Been scavenger hunt and the woman said yes? I could make it happen.

I had the perfect idea. And the perfect song.

Hell yeah. This was it.

Thursday morning, I found Arrow in the pool hall with his usual group of friends (who by now were starting to say hi to me because we "accidentally" ran into each other quite a bit). I invited them to the Bar on Thirty-Sixth for Thursday night.

"Will I be able to get in? I'm only twenty and don't have an ID," Arrow said, holding a pool stick. His friends pretended not to look, but their heads leaned a little closer.

"Got it covered." I handed Arrow a fake ID (actually, it wasn't fake...maybe stolen. Well it was lost. I found it in the bin of lost ID's at the security counter; no one was there and I sorted through to find one that sorta looked like Arrow; a male of twenty-five named Jeff Young. Not my proudest moment. Those ID's were thrown away after two weeks of no claim anyway).

"Oh wow, thanks." Arrow took the ID and smiled. "You got one too?"

Right. None of the ID's looked even remotely like me; my mess of curls were tough to measure up to along with my height. "No...but I'll find a way."

And I would.

It took some convincing for Luna, though.

Back at our dorm, I fell to my hands and knees as I begged her to come to the bar with me.

"Please?"

"Hell no." She sat on the couch, legs crossed, watching The Voice and munching on Takis.

"I'm sorry for what I said the other day. I just need this one-"

"No."

"I'll buy you-"

"You're not buying me shit." She stood to leave, bag of Takis in tow, but I grabbed her hand and caused her to stumble.

"I'm underage, they won't let me in." My grip tightened on her wrist.