I want to be honest with myself. Like seriously. Why? Why did things happened that way? It all happened so fast. Like really fast. My boyfriend broke up with me. I went to a party. Something I never do. I met two boys. I slept in the same bed with them. We spent another night together. They slept in my bed with me. We were cuddling.
Now, they won't talk to me, I mean it's been three days, since I last talked to them. I didn't text them, I didn't want to sound desperate. Maybe they're waiting for me to do the next move. They're waiting for me to text them and I am waiting for them to text me. That's a circle. Maybe I did something wrong. I always do something wrong. Maybe they're angry. But they sounded quite disappointed when they had to go to their house or wherever they had to go. I wouldn't be surprised if they were angry at me, like I said, I always do something wrong.
Anyway, maybe I should go back to put books on the shelf. It was my break, but I think it's finished. I look at my watch. It is. I take a basket full of books and I go to a section of the store. The section of dreams coming true or getting crushed. Sadness, adventure, vampires and love are the most common subjects. The teenager's section.
Teenage years. You know that period where the world seems too big and too small at the same time. Where you're full of ambition but also full of disappointment. That dream of finding true love is so far away, but so close at the same time.
That was a really negative view of the teenage years. I mean for me it wasn't so bad. I would not really fight with my parents. I mean what would we fight about? I never liked parties or going out. I would go out with them. We would go to great restaurants and then go see a movie. My parents and I traveled. I discovered a lot of things. The world seemed so big and full of surprises. When I needed my own space, they would just let me have it. Obviously, there has been a few storms throughout that, but most of the time, we were really close. We always are but you know, now I have my life and they have their own.
My mom says that she is discovering feelings and sensations she should have discovered a long time ago. She met my father at a very young age. They got me at a very young age too. I kind of broke their youth. All of their friends were traveling across the world while they were taking care of me. On the other hand, I kind of pushed them to travel, because they didn't want me to be like them, when they were young.
Right now, my parents are discovering new cultures and living their youth. I should do the same.
Just like the characters in those books for teenagers. Living their best life. Meeting new people, kissing the wrong friend and maybe fall for the bad boy at school. You know, the one everyone says he's dangerous, but the main character persists to discover that under his tough skin there is a tortured, but golden heart. The bad boy himself says that he's no good for the main character, but he ends up falling for them, it's destiny. It's written in the stars.
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RomanceThree people. Each with a different past. A girl who doesn't drink, two old friends. The end of a party in a cabin, two hours away from the city. What could go wrong? What could be good? Will she have to make a choice? In a world that becomes more...