I was never the cool girl... Never the centre of attention. Hell, the first party I ever went to, it was because Kelly dragged me to it and I was 17!
Oh, Kelly... Kelly was my first love, my first everything but once we finished high school, we parted ways.
My plans were very clear, go to university, have fun, go to parties, maybe fool around at some point when missing Kelly got too much for me to handle... , I don't know, the typical university life you see in movies.
However, it was nothing like it. I was struggling to keep up with my assignments, with my classes, with all the drama, with the parties, with Kelly, with the people, with Pokemon Go, with everything. I couldn't keep up with anything.
And then... Eleanor Williams did what she does best.
She came out of nowhere and plant herself in the middle of my world and like a very fucking annoying tree, she set roots and wouldn't move. And then I found myself, God kill me now, enjoying being around Eleanor Williams. I found myself watering the fucking tree even when I knew it'd only make the roots grow deeper until there was no way of removing it. (Yes, sometimes I make very shitty metaphors, you'll get use to it...)
But just because I was, much to my dismay, enjoying Eleanor Williams's company, it didn't mean she wanted me around.
Phoenix LeFlore:
She is alive. Her brother is dead. People are moving forward. She is standing still. He was everything. Now she has nothing.
Aza Ainsworth:
She is a soft girl who acts tough. She is a warm girl who was treated coldly. Someone made her heart beat faster, then broke it.
Can a broken heart help a broken soul?
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Girl meets girl. Girl doesn't like girl. Then girl likes girl. Could she like her back?
Two girls. One story.
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"I like: The soft side underneath her tough side. Her mind. Her wit. Her cute awkwardness. The way she bites her nails. The way she dresses, like a 90s character, like someone in a movie. The way she smells, like mint, spicy but sweet, like her personality. Her green, serious, sexy eyes. Her laugh. Her name. Her hand in my hand. The stars on her face. The X on the back of her neck. I want to make her laugh all day, want to say her name, whisper it, scream it. Phoenix. I want to hold her hand, want to kiss all the stars on her face, and want to cherish the X on the back of her neck. I want to cherish her.
I don't like: Phoenix."