Tears, Trips & Bucket List

Tears, Trips & Bucket List

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Florence Jones didn't expect too much from the last day of her Senior year. Yes, she expected the annual party on the city lake shore which, of course, included cigarettes, weed and whole lot of alcohol and drunken hookups. It was like that for generations now. What Florence didn't expect, though, was for the worst tragedy to occur because of stupid, drunken game of truth and dare. She didn't expect her best friend drowning in the lake due to silly challenge and too much vodka. And she sure as hell didn't expect her summer kicking off with sea of tears and a funeral she barely remembers. Than along comes a plot twist when Florence finds a bucket list her and Alyna wrote whilst being foureen. Despite everything, Florence does the only thing she thought could give her comfort at times - she takes off from her small dull hometown to a big bad world to check every single thing off that list. * cover credit: @jvstlaura
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We are too drunk and he is too close and even though we are in a room full of people, we are too alone. -------------------------- Notes: This fan fiction is dedicated to people who have experienced loss, people who were bullied, who struggled with their sexuality and or their race. People who use humour as their coping mechanism. People who feel like outcasts and freaks. People who fell in love with their best friends. You are not alone. You are Albus. And this is our story. It is also dedicated to grief, for showing me the true price for love. And most importantly dedicated to my one and only best friend. This story would not have seen the light of day, had our paths not diverged and our friendship not quietly scattered to the winds. In the closing of chapters, I made sure that the echo of our promises that we once held were not just words, but something truly heard. I will never not think of you during storms. Make sure to leave your thoughts and enjoy ;) This story can be also found on Ao3.

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