It was a rainy afternoon. Rain poured outside and each drop pelted the windowpane. With one hand, holding a white rose, the other, a picture of myself with someone I love the most. It pains me going near, coming closer to him. Seeing him very ill that can barely even stand nor speak in sentences. Opening the door felt like lighting a fire, it burns your whole being instantly just like how I saw him on the bed. Lying down like a lifeless person.
We greeted each other like what we used to do. We stared longingly and maybe even lovingly in each other's eyes. However, it didn't last long. I had to avert my eyes for it seemed wrong but felt right at that moment. After a moment of silence, he asked the same thing he always did when I visited him everyday. "Why do you always visit me?" and I would always brush the question off and avert the topic. As time passed by, I was still talking about our past to him when something triggered in my heart and I had the sudden urge to tell him right away. However, it was too late.
A girl named Hannah Jensen is an outgoing, intelligent, loveable, and a pretty girl. Hearing those characteristics, you would already think that everyone in the world would love her, why wouldn't they?
However, to others, specifically her whole school, thinks she's weird, shy, a nerd, and unapproachable. But, to her best friend, she was more than that. He knew her and every single detail about her like the back of his palm.
Peter wilson, her best friend, hot, cute, muscled, charming, smart, and a boy that everyone loved. Things were going great between them. They were childhood best friends after all. However, as time passes by, things get rough and some people change. They were once inseparable but now drifting apart.
"So your go!" She said, smiling up at me brightly.
"Wait what?" I answered with a look of confusion playing upon my face.
"Well I just poured my heart out to you..." Fran said cheekily with a wink. "Now it's your go, come 'on Beadle, out with it!" She said raising her eyebrows at me.
"Well what do you want me to say?" I asked blankly.
"Tell me why you sleep around and then break girls' hearts." She replied with the same perplexity as me, she then bowed her head down to rest on my chest again. She must have felt me tense next to her at her question so she lifted her head and our eyes met. She gave me a reassuring smile and I felt more at ease.
"Well it's pretty simple really." I said, pausing dramatically. "I break girl's hearts so that they can't break mine first." I answered expressionlessly.
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Fran is your typical good girl.
She studies hard. She's her father's favourite. She's never been drunk. She's neve had sex. She's never smoked.
Fran's ideal Saturday night consists of staying in, drinking tea and reading John Green books however her simple and repetative existence is soon sent spiraling into chaos when a gorgeous plot twist leaps on to the page going by the name of Ethan Beadle. Or as he's otherwise known, her brother's best friend.
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