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snap out of it

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song • snap out of it - arctic monkeys

Young love.

Yes, young love. So naive, so immature. Yet so fresh, so beautiful. In this generation a certain sentence containing the word 'love' is tossed around like no other. People say it to strangers on a website. They say it to a person they think they know everything about. They say it to someone they've known a month. Hell, people say it to nearly everyone nowadays.

Love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image... otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them. Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look, which becomes a habit. Love is the magician that pulls man out of his own hat. Love is terrifying yet exhillirating at the same time.

Love is something truly amazing when shared with the right person.

But if your heart falls into the palms of someone dangerous, love is none of the above.

Love is life threatning.

And if all that is life threatning to someone who is of adult age,

imagine how it is to the adolescents?

25th of January, 2014

"Can you answer that for me Mimi?"

I grunted. Third time today I had to correct Angela on my name. "Aimi..."

"Hello, Office of TeenVogue UK, this is Aimi speaking. How may I help you?" I answered, holding the phone between my ear and shoulder. That one opening line was completely embellished into my brain already and I was only working here a month.

"Hello Aimi, I would like to answer Ms. Williams' request on having my clients in for a photoshoot come interview" A cheery mans voice replied. I smiled, I liked answering the phone to someone who didn't sound like they'd had been shot in the arse for once.

"Great! May I have your name please?" I asked, starting up the system search on the computer.

"Matt Ernsell"

I typed the name into the database quickly and saw that indeed he had an awaiting confirmation.

"That's perfect. I'll let Miss. Williams' know straight away."

"Thank you so much"

"Oh and of course what's your clients name?" I asked pulling a note it and pen from the desk.

"5 Seconds of Summer"

The smile wiped from my face quickly.

"Wait what?" I breathed, holding the phone tightly to my ear. The pink pen that was in my hands was now on the floor beneath me. Maxienne who was standing with paper work for me to complete was now staring at me with one perfectly plucked eyebrow raised.

A nervous chuckle could be heard from the other end of the line.

"Uh, is that a, um problem?"

I snapped back to reality (a/n oh, there goes gravity) (a/n real slim shady) again and tried to muster up a coherent sentence.

"Oh my, I'm sorry someone was talking to me about something important there. No, thats fine I'll make sure Ms Williams' hears, goodbye" I rambled, hanging up the phone quickly.

"What the fuck was that?" Maxienne said, her nose turned up. I rolled my eyes deciding I'd answer her later.

"Not now" I muttered, turning back to the computer.