*slow updates*
"And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him."
--
Billie dreaded moving to Forks, Washington. It was gloomy, it was depressing. But it turned out to be the best decision of her life.
--
Based off of Stephanie Me...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
⌈
I told Patrick I had a lot of homework to do, and that I didn't want anything to eat. There was a basketball game on that he was excited about, though of course, I had no idea what was special about it, so he wasn't aware of anything unusual in my face or tone.
Once in my room, I locked the door. I dug through my desk until I found my old headphones, and I plugged them into my phone. I picked an album that Phil had recommended me for Christmas. It was one of his favourite bands, but they used a little too much bass and shrieking for my tastes. I popped it into place and lay down on my bed. I put on the headphones, hit play, and turned up the volume until it hurt my ears. I closed my eyes, but the light still intruded, so I added a pillow over the top half of my face.
I concentrated very carefully on the music, trying to understand the lyrics, to unravel the complicated drum patterns. By the third time I'd listened through the album, I knew all the words to the choruses, at least. I was surprised to find that I did like the band after all, once I got past the blaring noise.
