Smile Beautiful (Theo James fanfic)

Chapter 21

Theo's POV~

"How was the shoot?" Shai managed to break the awkward silence that crept the movie set. "You didn't have Megan, did you?"

"Am I that easy to read?"

"God, what did you do this time Theo?" she groaned.

"Stop blaming it on me! I didn't start this one."

"Well, whatever happened needs to be fixed and you're the one that needs to do it."

"So what should I do?"

"This is a problem that you can only solve Theo."

"Great." I huffed.

"Fine, I'll help you out a little." she gave in. "Christmas is in two days and that's plenty enough time to put something together for her."

"Exactly what am I putting together?"

"I can't solve all of your problems."

Megan's POV~

"Welcome home Megan!" my mother's voice rang throughout our hallway.

I'm finally home.

"Welcome to our home Ansel and Shailene's family." she continued to introduce herself.

This year we're spending our holiday together because we've become close throughout the past couple of months so we're basically family.

A chorus of thank yous engulfed the room.

"Why don't all of us adults go and enjoy some coffee?" my mom chipped in.

"Mom we're adults too you know. Well, most of us." I gestured towards Ansel.

"Again with the insults! Come on guys! It's Christmas Eve!" Ansel pouts.

"We'll be in the basement mom." I lead us downstairs.

"This is going to be the best Christmas yet!" Shai smiled at us.

"Yeah, thanks again for inviting our families Meg." Ansel joined.

"This can't be Christmas without a little throwback movie right?" I asked. "It's time for The Polar Express!"

"YES!!" we all turned to look at Ansel who was currently in hysterics. "I mean, yeah, let's watch it guys."

"Oh don't worry Ansel. Santa's coming tonight and bringing you coal." Shai pitched in.

"DON'T LIE ABOUT SANTA!"

"I never lie."

"I'm going to start the movie now." I laughed.

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The clock in my room kept flashing 11:11. Everyone has already gone to sleep, but I'm finding myself wide awake. While looking around I notice all of my old posters on the wall: Barbie, All That, and The Backstreet Boys. Those were the days.

The small row of hand prints still looks fresh on the wall. I made them with my friends when I was in the first grade. It's weird how fast things change.

I could write endless paragraphs about my childhood. I'd show some of my songs that I wrote during a breakup in high school. Or I'd read my essay about how Taylor Swift saved my life.

That reminds me of my old poem book. I'd take some poems that I found online and I'd print them out to place inside the book.

I walked over to my old nightstand and pulled the drawer open to see my poem book. The fragile binding looked good as new as I brought it to my bed.

As I read through the entries, it brought each memory back.

February 15, 2008

I'd write why I chose this poem for today, but it's stated perfectly within these words.

"I'm so fucking confused about my future. It's so close and I'm so young. I have no idea what to do and what to think."

September 23, 2008

My sophomore year just started and none of my friends want to talk to me. I don't know what I did, but they're ignoring me. We've been best friends since the first grade. Only Callie still talks to me anymore.

"I watched as my friends grew up, as they moved into a new phase of their life, as they found a new group of friends, as they changed into the people they said they will never be.

I watched on as my friends leave me, one by one they started having their own lives, they seemed happier than they used to be, only this time around, I wasn't a part of it. And that does not seem to matter, at least to them."

March 7, 2009

Dad has been away for a year now... I miss him.

"I just want one day with you. 24 hours. 1440 minutes. 86,400 seconds. It'll just be you and me. We get to do whatever we want, no interference or anyone else. That's all I want right now."

October 20, 2009

The bullying has gotten worse. I'm not even allowed to go to the gym anymore because they're afraid of what'll happen to me in the locker rooms. Why do they do this to me? We used to be best friends... Some 'friends' huh?

"Sometimes we get sad about things and we don't like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don't know why we're sad, so we say we aren't sad but we really are."

November 30, 2009

So there's this guy named Chris. He's the jock and every girl on campus has a crush on him. Here's the thing, HE ASKED ME OUT AND WE WENT ON A DATE! At first, he was really awkward and fidgety, but I had so much fun! I think that he had a great time too, but I'm not sure... Why are guys so confusing?

"I wish people could just say how they feel like 'Hey I really don't like when you do that to me' or 'Hey I'm in love with you' or 'Hi I really miss you and I think about you all the time' without sounding desperate. Why can't everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble?"

I noticed that there were a few black pages left. Maybe that'll help me. It's time to write.

December 24, 2014

Everything has been weird lately, especially with him. I can't help but admit that I'm still completely in love with him.

"You're special to me. You're the only one who I wouldn't mind losing sleep for, the only one who I can never get tired of talking to, and the only one who crosses my mind constantly throughout the day. You're the only one who can make me smile without trying, bring down my mood without the intention to and affect my emotions with every action of yours. I can't explain with just words how much you mean to me, but you're the only one I'm afraid of losing and the one I want to keep in my life."

"Megan? Are you awake?" Shai crept into my room.

"Sadly."

"Someone wanted me to give this to you." she handed me a gold box and watched the clock change to 12:00. "Merry Christmas Meg."

With that said, she left the room before I could ask anything.

I switched the light on and positioned myself upright in my bed. As I opened the box, I wasn't surprised.

A letter.

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All of the poems I found were pictures from the twitter account @PoemPorns! *

*It's not actual porn geeze*