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pretty girl by clairo
y/n was absolutely whipped for boris. she had a polaroid of him drunkenly dancing around her room in her hands, smiling at the memory of him passing out on her lap. he had walked all the way to her house and she let him in, watching as he stumbled towards the kitchen and stole her father's expensive whiskey.
"it doesn't matter, he is never here anyways." boris popped off the cap and took a long swing of the alcohol, offering some to y/n and shrugging his shoulders as she said no.
but one day, boris left. he left with theo, not speaking a word to her. y/n missed the feeling of him, his hands in hers.
she was there for him when he would get mad at other guy's staring at her and when he threw a half empty beer bottle at her wall.
"i could be a pretty girl i'll wear a skirt for you." she whimpered. he leant down and hugged her, muttering sweet nothings into her ear. "i'll shut up when you want me too. i'll be a pretty girl, boris. i won't ever make you blue."
now that she had looked back on it, she lost herself in boris. she was so blinded by him that she cries just thinking about what a fool she was to think that boris loved her back. y/n was alone now, but it's better for her. she didn't need boris' negativity.
and i could be a pretty girl i'll wear a skirt for you and i could be a pretty girl shut up when you want me to and i could be a pretty girl won't ever make you blue and i could be a pretty girl i'll lose myself in you.
aspen! hey guys uh i just wanted to say thank you to the people who stick around even when i'm on a break. it makes me feel happy to know that some people actually care :) enjoy these two chapters i quickly whipped up
