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"Some friendships are so important, you'd do anything to make them last. That's why Richie and I created a pact, but it came with rules. You may be asking what these rules are. well hold on i'll get there."
based off of 'Naomi and Ely's...
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The Story Conan Gray
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Today's the day, and I am not ready. The day that I had least wanted to come. I still hadn't told my mom, but I did write a note this morning with a $5,000 check. I put it on her dresser, along with a iced water and pancakes. That should help her with her payment and groceries. I just hope she doesn't miss me too much.
I asked Richie to keep a good eye on her. I'm so grateful for him, I almost feel like I don't deserve such a sweet person when I am such a bitch to him sometimes. He still stood by my side, and now I won't have him for a long time.
Well, this morning Richie got a phone call that he wanted to give them a record deal. Something about this guy came and heard them play the day I came, but it was all jumbled as he was so excited. I could barley hear a word that was coming out of his mouth he was so happy. And for once I was too.
He said that he would be going on tour after they work on their first album, and would make sure to come into Ontario.
We were on our way to the airport, I had stuffed my bags full in the back of a taxis trunk. Now me and Richie were cuddling in the back seat, while we listened to the soft sound of 'The Story by Conan Gray' playing on the radio on repeat.
Let me tell you a story, about a boy and a girl It's kinda short, kinda boring, but the end is a whirl
I shivered from the cold air blowing on my face, burrowing my face into Richies side.
They were just sixteen when the people were mean So they didn't love themselves, and now they're gone. Headstones on a lawn.
He ran his hand down my side, making swirls and different shapes on my back. He kissed my head making me smile.
And when I was younger, I knew a boy and a boy. Best friends with each other, but always wished they were more. '
"I love you.", I mumbled, still smiling.
Cause they loved one other, But never discovered. 'Cause they were too afraid of what they'd say. Moved to different states.
"I love you too honey bunches", richie said, running his hand through my hair. Slowly getting out the messy knots.
Oh, and I'm afraid that's just the way the world works. It ain't funny, it ain't pretty, it ain't sweet.
Soon the airport was in sight. My hands started to shake as my vision started to get blurry.
Oh, and I'm afraid that's just the way the world works, but I think that it could work for you and me. Just wait and see.
I feel warm hands over mine, squeezing them tightly. "It's okay baby.", he whispered.
It's not the end of the story. Now it's on to the sequel. About me and my friend. Both our parents were evil
I nodded, as we the taxi parked at the front. Richie getting out, and me following shortly after.
So we both made a bet. If we worked and we saved, we could both run away, and we'd have a better life.
Opening the trunk, we got out my bags and headed inside, hand in hand. I got my passport and plane ticket out, getting ready to walk through the doors for a new life.
And I was right. I wonder if he's alright.
I hugged Richie tightly, not wanting to let go anytime soon. I started to cry, which soon turned into quiet sobs.
Oh, and I'm afraid that's just the way the world works. It ain't funny, it ain't pretty, it ain't sweet. Oh, and I'm afraid that's just the way the world works.
"Hey, it's okay love. It's okay.", he comforted me. "I'll see you in 2 months, and I'll call you and face time you everyday.", I let the tears fall, as I look up at him through glassy eyes.
But I think that it could work for you and me, just wait and see. It's not the end of the story.
"Yeah. I'm gonna miss you, so much rich.", I whispered, holding in my painful sobs. Richies eyes started to water, but before I saw any tears come out he pulled me back in for a hug. One that if he were to ever let go I would be gone in a second, that's what it felt like to me at least. Gone in a second.
And the movie's always running in my head. All the people, all the lovers, all my friends.
I sniffle, pulling out of the hug. I couldn't look up at him, whether i wanted to or not. I tapped my passport on my thigh. "I-I should probably go."
And I hope that they all get their happy end In the end
"yeah you probably should.", I heard him say softly. Soon I felt a hand and my cheek, wiping the tears away, like he could always wipe my worries sassy. I didn't want to, but my heart screamed for me to look at his face one last time and touch it. Trace all of his features, his jaw bones and cheekbones, his nose and eyes, then to his rosy red lips. I smiled looking up at him, and that is exactly what I do. I don't care who is around. It's just me and him, him and I, and that's all I need.
Oh, and I'm afraid that's just the way the world works. It ain't funny, it ain't pretty, it ain't sweet.
And we kiss, like it's the last time. Like the world is ending, and it's our one chance to prove that this love was worth more than anything the world could've gave us.
I lay my hand on his cheek, looking up at him trough thick, heavy eyelashes, and smile. Like there is no worry in the world. Because as I get on that plane, for my new life.
Oh, and I'm afraid that's just the way the world works, but I think that it could work for you and me. Just wait and see
I know he will always be there. Forever and always. Like a book, this has an ending but there is always a sequel, not as good as the first, but still a journey of a life time. And i'm ready for that journey, especially if it's with him.
It's not the end of the story
As I look out the window, I watch as the clouds roll by and the city gets smaller. It's not the end of the story, it's just the beginning.
