Phoebe🪩🩷

part two finished yall, partially throwing up whilst crying. what are our thoughts rn

‘ Ed Sheeran’s ‘perfect’ plays on the radio, and her eyes are the only thing on my mind as I listen to the lyrics.
          
          This was our song, and nobody could tell me otherwise. She is my angel, and as much as I attempt to distract myself from the fact of it, I know the truth.
          
          I love this girl.
          
          I am so, indescribably in love with her.
          
          And she’s in front of me right now, looking unreal. I feel like I’m on cloud nine, and I need to get Matt to punch me so I can remind myself that this is in fact reality.
          
          “Wow.”  , 
          
          — R?? 

guys do i do a massive writing marathon and drop the rest of part two tonight??!

‘ My blood is boiling, temper rising rapidly as I storm into the quad. Sneaking into this stupid place was bad enough, and will probably cost me an outburst, but I do not give a fuck.
          
          “Hey!” I bark, stalking towards the prick sat with his bitchy girlfriend by his side. 
          
          He doesn’t get the chance to reply as I rear my fist back and sock it straight into his face. His girl gasps, screeching for me to fuck off, but that only fires me up more.
          
          Fisting his collar, I drag his body towards me. “Your girlfriend so much as breathes in her direction again, and you’re a dead man. You hear me?” 
          
          I throw him back down onto his table, looking around at the canteen. Everyone is dead silent, watching me for my next move.
          
          In the corner table she sits with her friends, eyes wide and mouth parted with shock as she watches me. 
          
          I throw her a quick wink, smacking the prick beside me once more before jogging back out, making a quick escape before anyone could stop me.
          
          Breaking into a private school and beating a prick up? Not my brightest moment, but what can we do? ,

‘ she stares at me, the grin disguised with mock concern. “Excuse me for saying this, but are you mute?”
          
          I gape at her, completely dumbfounded as Sam stifles a laugh. “I’m just a bit quiet.”
          
          “You don’t say anything, it’s just weird how you sit there and stare the entire break.”
          
          “How about you shut up?” Rory asks, tilting his head. “Maybe if you stopped talking, then she would have a chance to chime in.”
          
          Without another word, I stand up and leave. If they didn’t want me there, that was fine, I am perfectly capable on my own.
          
          I wonder if anyone would notice if I was to just.. disappear. ,
          
          — eleanor feely 
          
          

‘ But his eyes remain on me, unwavering and full of something I don't quite recognise. "Ignore them, they're chatting a load of bullshit."
          
          "Bullshit." I repeat, my voice not even a whisper, more like I'm mouthing the word to him. 
          
          "Mhm, because I've got you, haven't I?" Rory moves our hands onto my lap, on his knees in front of me now. "I've got you, Charlotte Irving, and I'm not letting go." ,
          
          — brb crying. probably going to not update for a day or two because i have tons of overdue work so here’s this :)
          

40k reads on no one noticed?! thank you so much! I’m beyond grateful!

my babies :( part two is almost up yall are not ready i fear. #lukeloveclub #roryloveclub #gibsieloveclub

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dont know what im going to do when no one noticed is finished ive binge read every one of your stories