misunderstood

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞...
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"you're not a bad person..."
"how do you know that, you don't even know me you idiot?" she rolled her eyes but still continued to talk,
"i don't need to know you, i know you're just misunderstood."
"𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥..." he silently repeated to himself like he was trying to understand something, "that's might be the nicest thing anyone said to me in a long time..." she looked at him with a confused look and then slightly smiled at him.
Piper was now sure that she was gonna listen to her best friend talk about him this evening and all day tomorrow and even just the thought of it made her sad and mad at the same time. A little voice in her head said, "𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝘩 𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡..." but with this thought she immediately shook her head side to side like she was trying to get rid of the thought. Before she went to bed, she took out her notebook like she usually does and wrote,
"the way she looks... the way she smiles... i'm tired of being 'just friends' but i'm scared and confused... i really should just runaway or something, i can't stand watching her with him or (like it's not enough) listen her talk about how great he is while i try to fight with my fucking feelings. it hurts, this is not fair..." she stopped writing when she noticed the page getting wet because of the tears falling from her eyes, she was too focused on writing her feelings to get rid of them, that she didn't even noticed the tears falling down from her face to the page...