My notes have been impossibly cheesy lately. Oh, and in case you were wondering, it is 2:02 in the morning. And, since I know you were wondering Amelia is sleeping beside me. It's comforting knowing she's right here next to me, safe. And this is exactly what I'm talking about; impossibly cheesy. I suppose it's because there's no un-cliché way to describe love, no matter what somebody will think it's cheesy. More times than not, that person is me. I find 'chick flicks' boring. And I hate that name; 'chick flicks.' Movies should not be specified by gender, it just makes boys embarrassed by their favorite films. If you like a movie you should be able to share that enjoyment with whomever you'd like.
Maybe I am a hypocrite. Because my face would surely flush into a bright red when admitting to memorizing every line from 'Mean Girls' years ago. I loathe the society we are subjected to live in. We are forced to be embarrassed by everything we like, simply because it is not normal. Fuck normal. You don't fall in love with normal, you fall in love with works of art. You fall in love with a smile, a girl who awkwardly adjusts her glasses, a boy who stutters. We fall in love with quirks. We fall in love with the thought of having an absolutely weird love story to share later in life when we're 70 years of age.
Amelia Winters is anything but normal. Normal is an insult to her, to be quite honest. Remarkable. Intelligent. Extraordinary. Those are the kind of compliments we'd hug our pillows and squeal about. Our cheeks would color themselves deep crimson, it would be rather an impossible task to stop from smiling. Amelia is the most remarkable, intelligent, extraordinary human being I've ever met. Sure, her night sky eyes look as though they're begging me to take a closer look, her lips form my name into a raspy piece of art, her dark hair swims with the winter wind. But her words and the way she presents herself are the reason I'm speaking as though I was writing a book apparently meant for girls. Love is incredibly stupid, frightening, and exiting. It's like a chick flick, a horror movie, and an action mixed together to make the craziest mess a human being can experience.
And for some reason, the craziness is the part we secretly crave most.
(a/n pls yell at me for being too cheesy IM SORRY i literally watched Dear John and then wrote this.)
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Ashton's Notes
FanficIf anybody reads these I'm probably dead. Don't feel bad, though. It's what I wanted. — Ashton Irwin {au}
