feelings || yungblud

chapter two

the sound of lots of crashing and banging had woke me up from my slumber. looking to the time i see that it's 9am, glad i had a quite a long sleep.

i grab my clothes i'm going to wear for the day, a long sleeve striped top and a short sleeve to layer it with, then a black skirt with a chain. my fashion sense is usually just plain and dark, but that's how i like it.

with my clothes in hand i head to my en suite bathroom, i guess having a farmer for a dad has its perks.

i let the hot water run over my body, helping me relax. nothing can prepare me for yet another horrible, lonely weekend like the feeling of being burnt alive.

after washing my hair and body and shaving, i hop out and get the outfit on. i'm not gonna lie to you, i look pretty darn good in this.

i snap a picture in front of my full length mirror and post it on my instagram. i mean it's not like anyone is really going to see it.

as it is the weekend it means my dad went to work super early and my mum is out with her friends for the weekend.

"dom what the hell are you doing?!" i hear from outside, i head downstairs and go out the front door.

looking to my left i see a young boy, maybe a year or two older than me with black hair picking up a box of now smashed plates.

"justin leave the poor boy alone" i hear a sweet voice, i assume that is his mother.

"sam he just smashed all of our plates, where are you gonna eat from? the floor!" the man, justin, replies, obviously annoyed. his feeling confirms what i was thinking.

"dom love, head over to that girl and ask to borrow a few plates for tonight" sam says to him, his head flicking towards me as fast as humanly possible.

hearing that, i quickly whip out my phone and pretend to be busy, not wanting to be found out that i was listening to their conversation.

"uhm excuse me" i hear dom as he walks up to me whilst on my porch. "would me and my parents be able to borrow a few plates for tonight? it's fine if you can't, its just i smashed mi-"

"stop talking, i get it" i say a bit bluntly. because of my condition i don't like to talk to people longer than needed otherwise they start to ask questions.

"i'm dom by the way" he says and puts his hand out for me to shake.

"layla, layla miller" i give him a small smile and pretend i didn't over hear his conversation and knew his name already.

walking inside my house, dom just continues to stand on my door step to which i tell him to follow me inside.

"nice house lay" dom says as he snoops around my house.

"one, its layla and two, leave everything alone, my parents aren't in. if you break something you pay for it" i say sternly. i look towards his direction from the kitchen and i can see he starts to look up.

no no no i think to myself

"w-why haven't you go-"

"will these plates do?" i say, cutting him off and giving him no expression. i look for his feeling for the first time since i met him and see nothing. how did i not notice that.

"uh yeah thanks" i hand him the plates and he just stands there.

"bye dom" i say to him and he still doesn't move. "hello earth to dom" i wave my hand infront of his face which knocks him out of his trance.

"your feelings layla, you don't ha-" he tried to say before i cut him off once again.

"i know, now leave please, i'm not in the mood to talk, especially with you" i say and pretty much push him out my front door and close it behind him.

you would think that if i found someone the same as me, i would want to befriend them, but no not me. i want to stay alone, its just safer, if you stay alone, there's no way of getting hurt.

once i see dom walk down the path of my house towards his, i relax. meeting people is always a pain, why did i even acknowledge him in the first place. i could've just ignored him and he would have never found out.

i go over to make a glass of water and then sit on the couch with my phone, just liking random posts on instagram. in the middle of doing so, i start to hear singing, what is with my new neighbours, can't they just let me relax for ten minutes.

to block out the noise, i plug my phone into the speakers we own and blast my panic! at the disco songs making the floor shake. i can tell this dom person is going to be an inconvenience already and i've only known him for 10 minutes.

the rest of that afternoon was just spent with me dancing around my empty house and eating flamin hot cheetos.

looking at the time, i see that my dad will be home soon and because my mum isn't going to be home, i'm the one that will have the task of making dinner.

it makes sense to me though, he is busy with work whilst i'm doing nothing, so it's the least i could do to help.

lazily, i walk into my kitchen after turning the music down a bit so i can concentrate on what i'm doing so i don't burn the house down.

i decide to make a homemade vegetable soup, one of my favourite things to cook. i grab a recipe from my grandmas cook book she left for us when she passed. flicking to the index to find the recipe i needed.