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evil-ice-princess · 5 years ago

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Breathe Me In

♡ Pairing: Jungkook x Main Character (unnamed)

♡ Description: You attend a party in Beverly Hills where you reunite with your enemy, Jungkook.

♡ Genre: Romance

♡ Warning: Descriptions of hella making out (lol), implied sex, underage drinking, cursing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

♡ Word count: 5419

You were the good girl. Friday nights consisted of doing AP homework instead of getting drunk with your friends. Your grades were stellar. You held numerous leadership positions, and you were on the varsity tennis team. Any of the Ivies would drop on their knees to accept you. Of course, you weren’t thinking about school all the time. God, it would be social suicide to be a nerd. Those kids…were weird. You lived in Beverly Hills after all. Shopping at Louis Vuitton with your girlfriends. Eating at Nobu and Katsuya every other week. It was the norm. You had even had your fair share of hooking up with a few boys, but most of them sucked. You would think the boys at Harvard Westlake would be pretty decent, but your experiences proved otherwise. They would kiss you, and the next second wanted you to be their girlfriend. You just wanted the pleasure, you didn’t need all the boyfriend shit. And honestly their kissing wasn’t stellar either. But, all that changed on the first night of summer.

♡~♡~♡

“You coming to Jungkook’s party tonight?” Adrianna asks me as she begins to reapply her vibrant red lipstick. I look up from my AP U.S. History textbook, bewildered.

“You know my parents would kill me,” I reply. “And Jungkook Jeon? What an ass.”

“It’s the first day of summer! What the hell do you even have to study tonight?!” Naomi exclaims, continuing to text her boyfriend, Ethan, on her phone. “And Jungkook? Damn, if I didn’t have Ethan, I would sooo hook up with him.” She looks up from her phone glancing at her girl friends. “You so did not hear me say that,” she quickly says and then looks back down at her phone. Everyone laughs, including me.

“I don’t know…I mean I would go, but my parents…” I trail off. “I’ll ask I guess,” I mumble. The girls cheer, and I smile. I mean…it’s the first day of summer. Would my parents really make me stay in?

♡~♡~♡

“Absolutely not!” my father exclaims, incredulously.

“Why not?” I ask. “It’s Jungkook’s party. You like him, don’t you?” I reply. His parents are super close friends with my parents, but whenever Jungkook would come over I would just lock myself in my room saying I had way too much homework to do.

“Yes, but --”

“Soooo, you can trust me not to do anything bad. Jungkook’s sooo nice, too. Please, it’s the first day of summer,” I beg.

“No. You have to start writing college admissions essays, don’t you?” “I have five months, Dad! Please!”

“If your father says no, then the answer is no,” my mother replies. I bite my lip from uttering something that I would regret. God, they sicken me. I do every damn thing they want, yet they won’t let me do one little thing. “Fine. Can I at least go to the library to write the essays? Mom, you can even drop me off,” I ask, a plan forming in my head.

She looks at my dad, but he just scowls and walks away. Typical. “Fine, but I’ll pick you up at 11:30 PM.”

“Thank you,” I reply. I walk to my room and immediately enter my walk-in closet. What to wear, what to wear? I pull open a drawer and look through the vast collection of lingerie I had secretly bought with my friends. I decide to wear a beautiful strapless black lace bra with matching underwear. Why not? I think. It’s not every damn day I dress up. I throw on a navy blue crewneck I had bought during a college campus visit at Columbia and put some leggings on. I then go through all my dresses and pick a strappy lace-y black romper. Searching through my shoes I finally find my dazzling black Gucci heels adorned with diamonds and grab a silver necklace with a single pearl. It was a gift Jungkook’s parents had actually given me for my sixteenth birthday, and it happened to be my favorite necklace. I hook the necklace around my neck and hide it beneath my sweater. I put the romper and heels at the bottom of my backpack and fill a small makeup bag with the essentials I need. I am going to that damn party.

I text Adrianna quickly: Ade, pick me up from the library at 6 please?

Adrianna: sure whatever ly ❤

I smirk to myself as I walk out of my room. I look plain. No makeup on my face. Hair in a messy bun. Leggings and a crewneck sweatshirt. No one would suspect I was planning to go to the hottest party of the summer. It is 4:30. I had a lot of time to kill at the library. “Mother! I’m ready!” I call, annoyed.

Moments later, I am in my mother’s Porsche, and she silently drives me to the Beverly Hills Public Library. It was a fifteen minute drive, and I wave goodbye to her as soon as she pulls up in front of the library. At that moment, I feel the slightest bit of guilt. I tried to not break the rules too often, but this party…it was calling me. AP Exams were done. I know I got all 5s. All my SATs and Subject Tests were done. 1500+ of course. All my finals went well. I deserve this party. “Hey mom? I love you,” I say, and that makes me feel a little bit better for my lying. She gives a soft smile. I turn away walking towards the library before it becomes a sappy moment.

I open my laptop and go to Netflix to turn on my favorite TV show at the moment, Beverly Hills, 90210. I immerse myself within the characters’ drama, and as I watch Kelly kiss another boy, I somehow wish my life is as interesting as theirs. Naomi has her boyfriend, Ethan. Adrianna, a growing actress, gets to be practically anyone else she wanted with all the roles she is receiving. Silver is constantly making films and blogging. Even Annie’s, the principal’s daughter, life seems more interesting than mine. I sit there sulking at this fact while watching the show for a while when a text pops up.

Jimin: u comin to the party 2nite

I sit up suddenly interested. Jimin has no reason to text me…unless maybe he wanted to…do some things. I quickly type back a yes.

Jimin: cant wait ;)

I ponder over his texts. He is the typical fuckboy material. Hooking up with girls and leaving them when they least expect it. Do I want that? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. But I think back to the time we had made out at his beach house a few summers ago…he wasn’t as bad as the rest of the boys either when it came to all that. Maybe he could be the perfect summer fling, and when school started we could break it off. Being alone is good enough for me. Adrianna finally arrives at the library at 6:13 PM, and I jump into the passenger seat as she begins to drive home.

“Damn, that outfit is definitely going to impress the boys,” she says, looking at my lazy outfit.

“Yep, this bitch is definitely getting it tonight.” I point at myself making a weird face. We laugh, and it feels good. Good to be away from my parents. From school.

Soon we are in her house, and within fifteen minutes our friends are all here. Annie and Silver lie on Adrianna’s bed gossipping while Naomi applies makeup. Adrianna straightens her hair, and I strip myself of my boring clothes. She glances at me and a devilish smile appears on her face. “Now that’s going to impress some boys,” she says, admiring my lingerie set.

“Thanks,” I say while putting on the romper. It hugs me in all the right places. Just the right amount of cleavage and legs. I turn around in the mirror, realizing people would be able to see my bra. Dammit, I forgot this was a backless romper.

“Oh, honey, you should definitely take the bra off.” Naomi says. I expertly unclasp the bra and throw it at her. “Hey!” she squeals. What seems like just seconds is a couple of hours. By the time we are all done gossipping, giggling, and getting ready it is 10 PM. I walk out of the bathroom and twirl around for the girls.

“What do you think?” I ask, winking.

“Hot, hot, hot,” Silver exclaims. Along with the low-cut black romper I paired it with the sparkling Gucci heels and pearl necklace. I kept my makeup to a minimal. A bit of foundation. A little blush. Some mascara and eyeliner. My lips painted with a glittery gloss. My perfectly curled hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, and overall, I portray the typical rich Beverly Hills girl.

Because Jungkook’s house is just a few houses down from Adrianna’s, we walk to the big mansion. My eyes widen as I absorb the beauty of his house. God, he really has it all. He has it all except for a nice personality.

We enter the home, and everyone separates to different aspects of the party. Naomi to Ethan. Silver and Annie towards the food. And Adrianna towards the party games. So that leaves me. Alone. At a party. A waiter passes by, holding a few different cocktails, and I take a pink-colored one. I want to explore every inch of this grand palace. Jungkook is lucky. He is lucky as hell. Something told me I would be coming back to his house, so I know I will have a lot of other opportunities to see his mansion. I decide to go out to the backyard. This was not a typical backyard though with some uneven grass and a little pool. This is Beverly Hills after all. An infinity pool is placed on the edge, looking out towards the sparkling lights of Los Angeles. Downtown is clearly in view. People are swimming in the pool and seem content. There are a few outdoor couches spread out, and a little mini bar station serving a plethora of alcoholic drinks and sophisticated appetizers.

I spot Jimin with Jungkook, who happen to be best friends, and his eye catches mine. His lips begin to smile, and I can see his eyes rake over my body. I remember how he did that last time; my cheeks grow warm, and I head back inside. Jungkook does not turn around to see what his friend is staring so intently at.

Practically every room is filled with people. In such a big home, I expected there would be an empty room, but no. After ten minutes of searching, I am finally able to find an isolated living room. A half empty bottle of champagne sits on the glass table, and I pour myself the remnants into my glass. Maybe I was bored, or maybe I unconsciously wanted to get drunk, either way, I just could not stop drinking. I fish my iPhone out of my pocket and see a few text messages from my parents asking how my essays are coming along. Fuck them. A bunch of snapchat notifications are on my phone, and I see Jimin had sent me one. Seven minutes ago. It is a blurry selfie of himself, and he had captioned it “where r u”. I don’t reply.

Suddenly, a voice says, “So, she finally decided to show up,” My head whips around, and I see Jungkook standing there looking down at me, an empty champagne glass in his right hand, and another bottle in the other. He sports a classic dark suit, and he has a single black stud in his ear. Typical bad boy look. “What are you doing all alone?” he teases, as he takes a seat right next to me on the plush couch. I don’t say anything. The side of his body presses against mine, and I tense up. “I was looking for you.” he says, and I look at him, a mixture of disgust and curiosity on my face.

“Go away, Jungkook,” I say, turning away from him. I did not want to see his face. I hate him.

“C’mon. You don’t talk to me anymore, and I don’t even know why.”

“You know exactly why,” I snap, and I turn to look at him. I am unable to read his expression.

“I don’t know,” he protests, and he pours a glass of champagne for himself. He tips the bottle towards me, and I hold out my glass to have him fill it up.

“Why does it matter anyway?” I ask.

“Because every time I go to your house you shut me out. I’m stuck sitting with your and my parents listening to them talk about whatever shit they always talk about. You just did it for no reason, and all I want to know is why.”

“Dammit, Jungkook. You slept with one of my best friends after telling me you loved me. Gee, I definitely don’t have ANY reason to be mad at you right?”

He looks hurt, but he knows it is true. “You didn’t say anything to me! You just looked at me and left! I…I didn’t know what to do. Did you think I would just wait for you forever?”

“I liked you, and you couldn’t even wait. I had to think things through!” My words are faltering. Why did I reject him? I was probably scared. Scared to get into a relationship. Scared of the emotional attachment that comes with dating. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Clearly, we have different people in our lives anyway.” I justify, thinking about how Jimin had smiled at me earlier. And I know Jungkook probably has someone else too. I shift my body towards him, and his gaze makes me want him. I want him even though I despise him. The tension between us heightens as we both look at each other. I avert my eyes away from him and quickly change the topic. “So. What’s the point of throwing these big parties anyway?” I ask, taking a sip of the champagne.

“To let go. To feel less alone,” he curtly replies, downing his glass of champagne and pouring another. How many glasses had he already drank? He pushes his hair back and exhales. “What about you?”

“Same reason, I guess.”

“How are your parents doing…?” he asks tentatively.

“They’re pretending as if nothing is wrong. He fucking cheated on her, and she doesn’t do anything.” I don’t know why I’m telling him about my personal problems, but it’s not like any of my friends would listen. We had to portray ourselves as perfect girls who did not have any worries. We were supposed to be who everyone looked up to. It feels invigorating telling him my problems.

He sighs. “I’m sorry,” I can tell he means it. Maybe he is different from every other rich Californian boy here. So maybe he screwed up once…but he still seemed like the sweet boy I knew. “Obviously, you can tell from all this that my parents still don’t give a shit about what the hell I do,” he mutters taking another swig of the champagne.

“Can’t be that bad to have parents who don’t care, can it?”

“Well, think about it this way. If my parents actually cared, do you think I would throw these parties? Would I be hooking up with girls in hopes to have them stop me? God, you would think me having done drugs a few times would have made them notice.”

I sit up, having never thought about it that way.

“Is it some sort of requirement for the rich kids to have shitty parents?”

He scoffs. “Guess so.”

We sit in silence for a heartbeat, leaning into each other both of us afraid to do or say anything.

“I miss you.” he says suddenly. I know he is thinking about the times we had laughed in the basement of his beach house while watching movies. The times he would help me with my math homework. They were good memories, but that didn’t change anything now. I shift away.

“Jungkook, just stop. Nothing changes between us just because we both have shitty parents. It can’t take away what you did to me.”

“What was I supposed to do? I waited for you, and you made it pretty clear you didn’t feel the same way.”

“You didn’t give me enough time -– you know what, we’re not talking about this again. I’m done.” I stand up to leave. “I thought you were different, but you’re just as bad as every other boy here.”

“I thought you were different too, but you’re here drinking champagne on my couch, so obviously you aren’t who I thought you were either.” He pauses, taking another sip of his champagne. He smirks up at me. “You’re exactly like me.”

My jaw drops. “Fuck you, Jungkook. I’m nothing like you.”

As I walk away, I hear him faintly say, “Wait…” I ignore him and storm away. Hoping to find my friends, I climb up the flight of stairs angrily, when I bump into none other than Jimin. The perfect distraction. “Hey,” I coolly initiate.

He smiles. “Hi.”

“Soo…where were you heading?” I ask. A couple scooches past us to go down the stairs.

“Oh, y’know. I was going to see where Jungkook was, but, I suppose that could wait.”

I smile feeling satisfaction. He is exactly what I need. A distraction.

We climb up the rest of the stairs together, and when we reach the main floor I spot a pool table. Adrianna and Carter, an attractive brown-haired boy, are playing, and I lead Jimin over. “Wanna play in teams?” I ask, and they agree. Adrianna eyes Jimin and mouths ‘nice.’ I mouth back ‘same to you.’ We all play for awhile, and I completely forget about the argument I had with Jungkook. Jimin’s hand is on my waist as he guides me on how to properly hit the ball.

Soon, more people arrive at the table, and Jimin whispers in my ear, “Let’s get out of here.” I oblige, and he leads me to a gorgeous room. The walls are painted a beautiful black and the ceiling a light grey color. From the ceiling hangs a small black chandelier. A plush black carpet is placed on top of the dark wooden floor. The bed is pushed up against the wall, a white silk bedspread on top of it along with a few burgundy and black throw pillows. It is absolutely insane how beautiful the bedroom is. I take a guess that this must be Jungkook’s parents’ bedroom. And I do not give a shit that we were about to ruin it. Jimin pulls me onto the bed, and his lips brush against mine. We both sit there for a while, kissing slowly.

As his kissing gets more intense, Jimin slowly begins to push me into a lying position on the bed, when suddenly the door bursts open. Thinking it is one of my friends or some drunk guy, I continue to kiss Jimin hoping the person will realize the room is clearly occupied and will leave.

“What the actual fucking hell,” a voice hisses. Jimin pulls away, and we both sit up. Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on me. Jimin looks like he couldn’t give less of a shit.

Jimin stands up, clearing his throat. “Sorry bro. I thought you wouldn’t mind me using your room. Clearly not,” he remarks. His voice indicates no empathy. No shame. I realize I should have known this was Jungkook’s room. Who else would want a completely black room? I bite my lip from laughing at Jimin’s comment. Jungkook deserves to be hurt. Without any more words being said, Jungkook forces a smile, indicating Jimin should leave. He figures and begins walking out the door when he questioningly looks back at me still sitting on the bed.

“I’ll be out in a few…” I say. He nods.

I wanted to oh-so-badly make a few witty remarks. Make him hurt more than he already is. The second Jimin leaves the room, Jungkook closes the door quietly and locks it.

“Are you fucking serious? Jimin Park?” Jungkook exclaims.

“Just call it getting even,” I retort. His eyes are set ablaze by anger. His hand clenching into a fist. Although I don’t want to admit it, it’s hot. Hot as hell to see him getting angry. Getting jealous.

“With Jimin? That’s some serious class you got there,” he replies. I stop smiling.

“Are you saying you have class? Because damn, that’s clearly shown when you fucked my best friend.” I stand up from his bed, and heels clicking on the wooden floor, I brush past him, but he grabs my wrist, holding it tightly.

He steps closer until his body is right behind mine. “I am not like every other boy here,” he breathes into my ear, and I close my eyes, my mind begging to taste his lips. Leave him. Go find Jimin. Now. Leave him, leave him, leave him. Why am I not leaving?

“Jungkook…you’re drunk,” I whisper. We’re both drunk. Drunk on the idea of a possible romance. A possible rekindling of the fire we had almost once had.

“Are you telling me you don’t like this?” His hand glazes up the side of my body. His finger playing with the black strap of my romper. He pulls away all contact, and I am left wanting more. I want to turn around and kiss him. But I am too prideful to give in.

I don’t answer him. I hate him. God, he is the epitome of high confidence. Goddamn, why did he have to be so fucking attractive? I hate him so so so much. He is just like every other rich Californian boy. Just wanting to hook up and nothing more. Right? Right? Right?! Maybe it was because I drank too much champagne or the fact I just wanted to let go, but I shake my head no. No, I don’t like this. I love this. He is ruining me, and he loves it. And I love it too. It is the first night of summer. I want to be someone else. Not the person who is expected to study all the time. God, I need him.

I turn to face him, and he has a smirk on his face. “You think you can break me, but you can’t.”

“Oh, yeah?” he whispers lowly, looking down at my lips. “Well, you can’t break me either.” Why do we both have to be so proud? Goddammit, I want him, but I won’t give in. I won’t give in. Maybe if I keep telling that to myself I wouldn’t give into his temptations. My heels click away from him, and I open the door.

“Bye, Jungkook,” I wink at him. He looks pissed. Pissed as fuck.

By this point I do not know where Jimin had gone off to. He probably had gone off with some other girl after witnessing the rising tension between Jungkook and I. It doesn’t matter though because Jungkook and I were the sealed fate for tonight. Whether he knew it or not, one of us would eventually give in. And that would be him. I check what time it is on my phone, and it is 12:17 AM. Some people are leaving, but c’mon, the party had only started 2 hours ago.

Adrianna, Annie, and Naomi are lying back on a couch outside, their long, slender legs placed on top of the glass table. They look like they are the queens of the party. Annie and Naomi shift over to give me room in the middle.

“Heard you hooked up with Jimin,” Naomi comments.

“We just made out. Jungkook kind of interrupted us before anything could really happen.” I reply. Should I tell them about what happened after Jimin left?

“And?” Naomi presses.

“I don’t know. Jimin left, so…yeah.” My mind wanders back to thinking about Jungkook’s touch. His cold fingers grazing up my arm. His breathing next to my ear driving me insane. Stop thinking about it. Annie studies me carefully. She understands me better than Naomi and Adrianna. She rarely spread rumors nor liked being in the center of attention.

“Let’s go get some drinks,” she finally says. “We’ll be back in a few,” she says to the girls. We stand up, heading inside. The air is cold inside making me shiver.

“Please spill.”

I give her the general details, nothing…too graphic.

“Ohmygod. Why are you not with him right now?!”

“Because…we’re in a competition,” I mumble sheepishly, realizing how stupid it is. We are seventeen year olds playing little kid games.

“What…?”

“We’retryingtoseehowlongwecanstayawayfromeachother,” I say really fast, embarrassed.

“I swear to God. You are this close to getting with the hottest guy in the grade, and you’re…avoiding him? For a little competition? You’re literally crazy!” she exclaims incredulously.

“Annnnnnnie, you don’t get it,” I insist.

“All I’m hearing is that both of you are too damn proud to be the first one to admit you like each other.”

“I don’t like him.” But I do.

“You keep telling yourself that, but c’moooon. It is so obvious. Seriously, I’m telling you. Just go to him now, tell him you love him, and there’s your happily ever after.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll text him.”

“You better tell me everything tomorrow!” she squeals, and she walks back to Naomi and Adrianna.

I shake my head, smiling. I know exactly how to do it. A waiter passes by, and I quickly grab a cocktail. I take it to Jungkook’s room, and I down the sweet alcoholic drink within mere seconds. I would need it. Unlocking my phone, I text Jungkook: your room. 15 minutes. My fingers shake as I type each letter out. My heartbeat quickening. What if you’re too late just like last time? What if he’s with another girl already? What if you’re not good enough for him? What if, what if, what if? These questions run through my mind, and I become a growing time bomb. I stand up to dim the lights in his room to a point where he would be able to see me, but not super clearly. You should just leave. He doesn’t love you, I lie down on the silky bedspread, the cool fabric touching my almost bare back. Every second feels like a minute. Every minute feels like an hour. Why did it even matter to me if he comes or not? I could have any boy I want, right? I unlock my phone again to find he had still not read the text. It had been thirteen minutes. Two minutes pass, and he’s still not here. It doesn’t matter. I stand up beginning to leave, completely done with him. I’m done with him. That is the moment he finally walks in, closing the door behind him. He glides toward me until my body is pressed against the black wall, having no place to go, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” I mutter, tilting my head down. His fingers tips my chin up. He is looking me directly in the eyes.

“Clearly, you were wrong,”

My breath stops for just a second. His lips inch towards mine and connect. They taste of mint and move against mine slowly. He seems…unsure. His hands grip my waist gently, and my hand cups his cheek. I want more. I pull away, and he looks surprised. “Kiss me like you fucking mean it. God, I thought you were good at this. Hmm, maybe I should go back to Jimin.” I egg him on, knowing he will get pissed. And he does.

“Don’t say his name,” he mutters, and his lips reconnect with mine with more need. More hunger. This time I could feel the confidence. The cockiness. It is way different than Jimin’s kisses. Jimin was absolutely emotionless, but Jungkook…He has everything. Anger. Jealousy. Love. Lust. All of it is there. I am so lost in him. He slides his jacket off, and he roughly bites my lip, needing more. He does not care how rough he is. He needs me, and I need him. I notice the hints of alcohol as our tongues fight for dominance. Putting his hand on my ponytail, Jungkook takes the hairtie out. My hair cascades down, and he runs his fingers through my hair. I eventually win control. I push him away from the wall and lead our bodies towards the bed. Suddenly, Jungkook pulls away this time. He grabs me by the waist and pushes me onto the bed so I fall into a lying position. I let out a small yell, and he smiles devilishly. All the control I thought I had is gone. He pushes up against me, his clothed hips rolling down on mine. His face buries into my neck, and I let out a small moan.

“I win,” he mumbles into my neck. I can feel him growing restless as he leaves soft kisses everywhere. His teeth work at gently tugging on the sensitive skin. I don’t care that I would go home with so many damn love bites on my neck. Jungkook is mine, and that is all that matters right now. He continues to leave bites everywhere, and no amount of makeup would be able to cover them. Moans continuously leave my lips, and God, I can feel him smiling.

“I fucking hate you, Jungkook,”

“I’m sure you do,” he breathes against my now sensitive skin. I let out a sigh of pleasure. He finally sits up to look down at me. He appears smug seeing all the bites he has left. Pure art.

I sit up and climb onto his lap, my arms hooking around his neck. “Time for payback,” I press my lips against his softly. As our lips move together, I work to throw his tie off and unbutton his shirt. My hands roam down his chest to his abs to his thigh. I grip his clothed thigh knowing it would drive him absolutely crazy. He groans lowly.

“Fuck,”

I scatter bites across his neck. The upper part of his chest. He is a mess. An absolute fucking mess. I can not believe I completely have him under my spell. He throws his head back moaning.

It is as if there is no party going on outside the almost dark bedroom. It is just me and Jungkook. In that moment, we do not give a shit about what problems we have in our lives. We just need each other.

♡~♡~♡

“I…I should go. My parents…” I groan against him. He plays with the strap of my romper.

“Just a little bit longer?” he asks. With all the will I have remaining, I remove myself from him. I shake my head no, and he looks disappointed. I glance at his clock. 1:57 AM. How had more than an hour passed of us just making out?

“So, when’s round two gonna be?” I whisper. I sit on the edge of his bed leaning over to put my heels back on. I would probably get someone who is still at the party to drive me home or something.

“How about now?” he asks, putting his chin on my shoulder. I glance at him. He looks like an innocent puppy. I do not understand how he could change his personality so fast.

“Jungkook…” I trail off.

He begins to kiss my neck again. Fuck.

“C’mon. You can deal with your parents later…” he whispers. I think about it as he continues to kiss over the hickies he had left earlier. Either way, leaving now or in the morning, my parents would kill me. I kick off my shoes as quickly as I had put them back on.

He pushes me back down, and he smirks. “And just so you know…I won. I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he remarks, his lips so close to mine.

He gives that irresistible smile and without me realizing it, he begins to slowly push the straps of my romper down. But I won’t say anything more. Because what happened in Beverly Hills stayed in Beverly Hills.

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clarey64-blog · 7 years ago

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Star Struck 4

At four fifty in the afternoon, no customers had come in so Yuko asked Kyo to watch the front and ducked into the bathroom to spruce herself up for the next half of the day. This prepping also might have been for her new coworker, but the process was so ingrained into her routine, work or no, that Yuko forgot the reason she even cleaned herself up half the time. It was just mechanics, a fact of life. She turned to exit after the usual eyeliner, mascara and brush check up. But before she left the bathroom she caught herself with a hand on the doorway. She felt the little square in her pocket and grinned to herself. She would fun today! She used the hand that had stopped her from making such a boring mistake and propelled her body into a spin around. Back to the mirror she went! She took the new eye shadow square from her pocket. It was a bright lime green and would sparkle anyone into submission and might even result in a few up sales this evening. Yuko knew that the color didn’t quite flow with the uniform she was required to wear but she didn’t care. This was her last night to work with Miku and she wanted to make it count. Miku would be there for her even if the look wasn’t exactly a hit. Yuko stepped back from the mirror and examined her face. It wasn’t toooo bad. She flipped a piece of hair back over her shoulder and went back to the front.

“Wow, who called in the show girl?” Kyo said with hands on either sides of his face in fake shock. “Oh wait it’s just Yuko.” His shock dramatically came down with his arms.

“Hey!” Yuko punched him gently on his arm. “Do you like it? You think it says super-size, please?”

Kyo just laughed.

“Well?”

He just stood there in front her with a laugh barely trapped behind his idiotic grin and bulging eyes. The headset on Kyo beeped.

“Ah! Kyo!!” Yuko said. “There’s a car take care of it!” She bent down to prep the take out bag with napkins and straws and forgot to look at the clock whose minute hand ticked on five o’clock. She stood back up and said, “Kadashi I need a McDouble or I’ll shave that stubble!” Honestly, Kadashi shouldn’t be trying to grow a beard. What was he thinking lately?

“Coming right up Yuko.” said a high, light, and hesitant not Kadashi’s voice. That was Miku! Yuko’s heart ran in double-time as she popped her head up over the heating slide. Two round brown eyes crinkled at the sides looked back up at her. The rest of Miku’s face smiled too. Yuko couldn’t help but think of a puppy. A taciturn and awkward puppy but a cute companion nonetheless.

“Oh Miku! I didn’t see you come in! Is it that time already?”

“Ah yeah it is. I’ll have that McDouble out for you real fast!” Miku said in her usual halting manner.

“Thanks!”

A few spins and dip later the order was out the window and away with the happy customer.

“Hey it’s five!”Kyo announced and handed the drivethrough headset to Yuko. “I’ll see you ladies later.” He saluted as he went out the door because his shift was done, a surely satisfied look played on his face. Yuko stole a glance at Miku face, which was scrunched up in the middle. Yep, that’s what Yuko thought too whenever she had to work with Kyo. Luckily, he mostly worked the day shift so he wouldn’t have to annoy Miku too much other than the occasional shift change. Yuko broke the silence of Kyo’s exit when she called back to the grill. “How were your classes today? You had that English class right?”

“Yeah.” Miku scowled. “I have it every day. It’s part of their mindset for language classes. They say that I should be practicing the language daily to keep it. I, myself, don’t think it’s necessary at this level. All they do is feed me ideas about how I should live my life. But I’m the student so I do what they say.”

“What kinds of ideas do they have?” Yuko filled bags for later.

“Oh just like how I should believe that I can’t see the real place that I live in. My professor tells me that I can only perceive a small part of the world around me. It’s supposed to instill patience or something like that.” Miku put a few more cooked patties into a heating tray.

“It sounds like brain washing to me.” Yuko grinned. She herself could believe in a bigger world and often hoped for it, but Miku seemed to like it when Yuko said anything against the English class. Yuko was only happy to oblige.

“My classes were fine, thanks.” Fumiko said with a huff. She was standing right by the fryer and Yuko just noticed that she had been talking around her.

“Oh Fumiko I didn’t see you come in.” Yuko felt a stab of regret puncture her chest.

“It’s alright, I guess.” Fumiko’s eyes scanned the sticky tiled floor. “Oh and nice eye shadow by the way.” Fumiko waved a lazy index finger toward Yuko. Yuko was surprised that she was just a little revolted by the gesture. Wrong person a voice said defiantly in her head. Yuko brushed and fluffed up her bangs vigorously with her fingers. Then who was the right one? She heard a spatula ring out as it hit the surface of the grill a little too hard. She ignored the impulse to fling her head back. The headset beeped loudly in her ear. She was still at work!

The next few hours were busy as dinnertime rushed them into a swirling frenzied beat that quickened and slowed with the hungry crowd. Before Yuko had time to look at the clock and actually understand the time it was 8pm and she was tired. She stared, leaning on the edge of the table that supported the heater, at the clock on the wall behind the grill, willing it to just speak the time to her so that maybe she could understand, but there were no speakers on it so how it could it talk to her? She only came to when a hand snapped its fingers in front of her eyes. Snap!

The world came back into focus. There was only one of everything now and it gradually turned crystal clear. Miku’s four eyes fused into two eyes that stared right at Yuko a few inches from her face. So close. Yuko could smell the carpeted hallways and metal and plastic that made up the interior of Miku’s university. Yuko blinked a few times “Ahhh uhh!”

“There’s a- there’s a-uh” Miku cleared her throat. “There’s a customer up front.” Miku’s expression stayed neutral as she nodded to the counter.

Yuko turned around and saw that there was indeed a customer tapping his hand on the edge of the counter with a weathered hand. He was old with thinning wisps of white hair. Of course that didn’t rattle Yuko too much she usually liked talking with older people and listening to the adventures they had had when they were young. No the part of his face that alarmed her was just the fact that he was Caucasian. He looked left and right and back to into the kitchen to see if anyone would come to help him. She saw all too clearly that color was starting to rise in is face.

“Has he been waiting there long?” Yuko asked frantically.

“No he just got here, but you’d better go fast!” Miku urged her and even gave Yuko a little push.

Yuko remembered her smile as she scrambled up to the cash registrar. She mustn’t forget. Today could be the day! Plus it was just great customer service.

“Itasshimaise! Can I take your order?” Yuko said as brightly as she could.

The man just squinted his eyes. Yuko pointed to a menu on the counter. The man waved it off. He was dressed in a button-up shirt and dress pants. He also carried a side bag. All of these details considered, Yuko thought the man was a professor and had lived in Japan for a while. Maybe he had studied Japanese and wanted to practice with her. Yuko laughed nervously and said, “(Oh I’m sorry!) What would you like to order?”

The man just said something that sounded like a number in English and then some added instructions. But Yuko had never really paid too much attention in English knowing she would not really need it. She hated herself for assuming that right now.

“Shimimasen I didn’t quite understand. Can you repeat that for me?” Her fingers hovered over the order keys. Her smile wilted.

More color collected in the man’s face so that now he was a beet red. He repeated what he had said louder this time and with more emphasis on syllables that still were incomprehensible to Yuko. She felt so helpless. She tried to offer the menu to the man again but he shook his head determined. What else could she do? She ventured a nervous look behind her and landed on Fumiko who went wide-eyed and shook her head while making an “x” with her arms.

The man was disgruntled now. He tapped louder on the counter and said his order a third time through his teeth.

“OK, Sir!” Miku flew up behind Yuko and stepped in behind the registrar. Relief washed over Yuko but then quickly left when she realized Miku had not been trained on the cash registrar yet. Still Miku said a few words in a comedic tone and the man brightened right up. He even laughed while he relayed his order to Miku. Miku turned to Yuko, “He wants a Big Mac but no onions and extra mac sauce. And he wants to supersize it to go.”

Yuko continued to smile nervously as the man watched her type in his request. He addressed Miku again and she in answer pointed to her nametag and said her name at the end of a phrase. He nodded to Yuko and said something in an apologetic tone. Miku nodded her head and gave him a receipt to wait for his order. The man looked at Yuko and said, “sorry.” Yuko nodded back. She went to get the order prepared and Miku went back to her place at the grill.

When the order was done, Miku gave the bag to the man and sent him away with another string of words Yuko wanted so badly to understand. The man left the place with the wave of his hand above his head and a whoosh out the door.

Yuko stopped Miku with a tug on her sleeve before the new employee could go back to her station. Miku’s cheery expression turned back to neutral in the blink of an eye. Still, Yuko wanted to know the situation. There were no more customers at this moment so this was the opportunity. “Thank you so much for helping me! Who was that man and why was he so upset?”

Miku half-smiled. A glint shone in her eyes. “He is a new professor at Kyoto University and he was just shipped in last week. He was sort of forced to come over from a sister university in America. This is the first time he has lived out of his home country and so I think he was a little homesick. I made a joke about the university to get on his good side.” Miku threw her arm to punch Yuko in the arm but chickened out and instead made a raptor-like shape with her appendage. “Heh anyway he wanted to apologize for the way he treated you at first. You got the full brunt of his anger. I think you got that much about it right?”

Yuko smiled back, “Yes, but he didn’t have to be so rude. He’s not the only one that is tired.” She let go of Miku’s sleeve and stretched wide with her arms up high. In the middle of the stretch though she got self-conscious about her body being displayed right in front of Miku and recoiled back into herself. It didn’t really matter though, because Miku was already on her way back to her station.

Yuko thought quickly. How was she going to keep seeing Miku? It wasn’t so important but Miku made Yuko feel safe and adventurous all at the same time with her worldly knowledge. Miku was going somewhere maybe Yuko could go too.

Yuko caught Fumiko looking down at her phone with a private smile. The fry cook didn’t seem to see the manager’s gaze which was fine with Yuko. She quickly checked the front doors. No one else was coming in. The restaurant was quiet so Yuko pushed her luck with the lull. The foreigner had awoken some curiosities in her that she was starting to acknowledge for the first time.

She peered around the heater and cocked her head while she asked, “Miku, have you ever flown on a plane before?” Yuko made sure to flutter her eyes, she was still wearing lime green eye shadow. Would the burger flipper notice?

Miku cleared her throat and grabbed onto the edge of the dressing counter. “Yes, I went to China with my family for vacation a couple years ago.”

“Oh really?! What was it like?”

“China or the plane?”

“The plane ride. Were the stewardesses perfect? And the sight of the earth falling down beneath you thrilling? And China! What city did you go to?” Yuko had brought her whole self around the heater now and was leaning on the dressing counter. Curiosity rushed to the top of her body like soda.

“We went to Beijing. My parents were not interested in introducing me to Shanghai because the capital was more important. I think they were hoping I would make connections somehow even though I was only about fifteen.” Miku made a ridiculous face. Yuko chuckled. Yuko was still curious about the plane ride though.

“Your parents sound…ambitious.” She stated then asked, “What about the plane?”

Miku scrunched her face up like when she had seen Kyo salute out the door. “Flying isn’t my favorite way to travel. I was sick the whole way there and just the thought of the Earth falling away as you said turns my insides.”

“Oh Sorry!” Yuko said. “I just have always wanted to go on a plane ride. I think I would like it.” Yuko thought about the view out of the window about all the buildings she had known and people she had met shrinking down until they practically disappeared. She really loved the look of those perfect women that helped the people on the plane.

“I thought I would like it too actually.” Miku admitted raising her eyebrows that disappeared under her bangs. “But you can’t help being sick. Are you saying you have never been on a plane?”

“Well I haven’t been on a plane yet.” Yuko said. “But I sometimes. Oh no… nothing.” She smiled bright and fluttered her eyelids another time. “I know I’ll get up there someday.”

“Nope you can’t do that.” Miku stated and her eyebrows came back. “What were you going to say? So far I have answered all of your questions. It’s only fair now that you answer mine.”

“Ok ask away.” Yuko opened her hands.

“What were you going to say?”

“When?”

“Just now.”

“I said, ‘ask away’”

Miku narrowed her eyes. “What were you going to say about not having been on a plane yet?”

“It was silly and I never should have started the sentence.” Yuko crossed her arms in defiance. So did Miku.

Yuko’s usually long patience wore thin, so she said, “Oh, alright. I was going to say that sometimes when I ride the bus I pretend that I’m riding on a plane. I close my eyes and imagine that I’m rocketing away from here as fast as I can go!” She swiped her hand through the air and ended up blinding herself with the florescent light on the ceiling.

“Haha careful!” Miku said. Yuko jumped up and sat on the dressing counter and looked down with a toss of her head as Miku continued. “I thought about those things too the night before my family and I left. When we were given our placements, I was sat by an older gentleman from England. My parents nudged me to talk to him and I refused outright. My dad insisted and eventually he used that face with me. You know what I’m talking about?”

Yuko nodded with pursed lips. She knew it all too well. The guilt face. The face that told her she should be ashamed of herself for trying to think of any other possibility other than what her father layed out for her. Of course it didn’t always work hence the McDonald’s job.

“Yeah but we were getting into a small nudging match and the man beside me just so happened to see. Oh man as if he could ever not see it. Right as I was nodding ok the man said hello with a chuckle and so I said hello back. We had a nice conversation where I talked about school and he talked about his school own experience when he was my age.”

“What was his experience like?” Yuko asked. She had never spoken to a foreigner before. Well she had never had a conversation that is.

“Our conversation was a little strained actually. My English was alright then, but he used a few phrases that I didn’t know and I didn’t ask him to explain. I just remember that he spent more time outside than I would ever dare to. After a little while, my dad had to use the restroom and had to get past me and then the man on the end. My dad looked to me to translate and I did.” Miku cracked a little half-smile. Yuko loved that. “You know its crazy.” Mike said reflectively, “You could be sitting right beside someone and still be a million miles away from them.”

“Yeah I guess so. But there is a simple solution to that, you know. You are so lucky that you can talk to foreigners.” Yuko said. She meant it with everything in her. There was so much more she wanted to know and see.

“You could too if you studied” Miku said as if it were the most natural concept in the world.

“Yeah and who is going to teach me?” Yuko looked Miku straight in the eye. “You?”

To Yuko’s surprise, the newly trained employee did not shy away from the manager. Miku had always bent to Yuko’s will in the tiny communications that pass between any two people. Miku had always listened to Yuko when the new employee was corrected without protest or complaint. Miku had always been the one to step aside as they crossed eachother’s paths between the counter and the grill. But now it looked like Miku wasn’t going to back down. The space in Yuko’s chest expanded.

“I can teach you.” Miku said with a little too much intensity for the situation in Yuko’s opinion. “If you are willing to learn.”

It finally clicked with Yuko that this was the opportunity she had been waiting for. She slipped down off the dressing counter playfully.

“I am probably the most willing student you will ever meet.” Yuko answered. “Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there.”

“Saturday 2pm at the library. I’ll reserve a study room.”

“You got it.”

The glass doors of the McDonald’s slid open and Yuko rushed to take care of the new customer.

The rest of the night passed so much more happily and Yuko even noticed a light step in Fumiko as she sleeved fries and stalked her phone.

At closing time, Yuko slid up to Miku. “So I’ll see you Saturday?” She still couldn’t believe she would be seeing Miku after this.

The new employee looked like she had a twitch in her eye, which she quickly rubbed with her hand. Then she just gathered her lips up and said, “mmmmhmmm,’ while she nodded her head. She swiftly left and headed for Kyoto University. Yuko stood looking after her with a confused look on her face. What was that?

Later, as Yuko waited for her bus, she caught her reflection on the side of the bus stop shelter. The lime green eye shadow shown obvious and completely incongruent with the rest of her. Miku didn’t even notice. Or maybe she did and decided to ignore it like a piece of food in someone’s teeth. She still agreed to teach me, Yuko thought to combat the tiny sadness welling up in her, so I guess it was alright.

Why is it so enticing to wonder what others think of us? Survival instinct comes to my mind but i hope it’s more meaningful than that.

Walking on sunshine- Katrina and the waves

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flower crown fairy lights daisies 1975 matte black nail polish pantone moodboard stars plants converse lace handwriting cactus sunrise oil paints overalls combat boots winged eyeliner pastel tattoos piercings bands messy bun cry baby grunge space white bed sheets old books beaches eyes 11:11 painting lightning thunder storms love clouds coffee marble

T H E N E V E R E N D I N G A S K (I wasn’t ignoring you, I’m gonna be honest, I forgot this was sitting in my drafts waiting to be completed aaaaa)

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself? - A few minutes ago. I left my iPod in my co-worker’s car so I kinda have nothing better to do. All my favorite apps are on there.

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know? - Are alternate universes real and is there one where I am content and happy? (sorry to get depressing there bud but life just ain’t what I want it to be rn)

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life? - I haven’t experienced enough things to really say I’ve accomplished anything. I guess getting a job and keeping it for as long as I have? Six months and counting.

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise? - Seeing a gif of a kitten walking over to a camera man and then proceeding to nap on him and walk all over his shoulders and sit on his head while he had to hold almost completely still.

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? - This question as me depressed and low key anxious I don’t think I can answer it without crying sorry

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things? - Not really. I try to avoid really confronting my own mortality. Thinking about dying both scares and tempts me and it’s really weird and terrifying and no bueno. Gosh my answers seem so depressing I’m sorry bab aaAAAA

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail. - I’m too lazy to describe anyone again but um my brother c’: Again. Heckie

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood? - I suppose. I mean it definitely could have been better, but it’s not really on “tragic backstory” level so I guess yeah. I dunno how to answer this, in all honesty.

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person? - Earlier tonight

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them. - My friend Antonio. He’s weird but he loves space and it’s nice to hear how excited he gets talking about the stars and planets because he’s super passionate about it. I just like when my friends are happy ya know? So I know stargazing with my space buddy would be fun.

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them? - Honestly I have before. I don’t mean for it to, but sometimes the conversations just take that direction. I’m a big oversharer.

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you? - fam I’m always up at 3am wym I stay talkin to ppl at 3am (for the record it’s usually my mom and/or brother)

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom? - Again, I can’t answer this without crying I’m sorry.

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes? - I have them and I love them why is this up for discussion why is this a question is there brown eye discourse???

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally. - “I don’t care what you think, as long as it’s about me.” …….. I really like attention. More seriously though, I like knowing that I’m real to other people. I know it sounds weird but sometimes I just like being reminded that I actually exist in other people’s lives and that I’m a real person???? Idk how to describe it but yeah. That line makes me think about that aspect of myself a lot.

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far? - “Still Figuring It Out”

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars? - cry because I can finally get my family out of our rough situation, spoil my mom and brother rotten, buy lots of pretty makeup, travel the world, and still have enough left over to live comfortably for the rest of my life without ever having to work again unless I want to to have something to do.

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way? - I am. Sometimes too much for my own good. Sometimes I like it just cause it can help settle conflicts quicker and sometimes I don’t because not only do I let toxic people back into my life but it causes me to miss them and desperately want them back because I convince myself “it’s in the past, it wasn’t that bad, and they’ve probably changed so I should let it go”.

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self. - Dear Mikii,

First of all what a weird nick-name you dork. I’m Gabby. I’m still just as much of a dork so don’t feel bad. You’re going through a weird phase in your life right now. You’re confused and probably questioning who you are. That’s not really going to stop, but it gets better. It gets easier to deal with. Eventually you’ll work for your favorite pizza place and, while it’s stressful, you’ll make cool friends and you’ll make money, and nobody will be able to tell you what you can and can’t buy. It’ll be awesome. You got this

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel? - I guess I lean closer to the punk side. It’s kind of funny because I have the soft cute personality that you’d think would fit on a pastel type person and honestly that’s my aesthetic but style wise, I usually go for darker colors and stuff. My brother is the polar opposite. Punk personality and pastel style.

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain. - Yes. Body art is yes. I love it and I want it. If you have tattoos and/or piercings I am 75% more likely to get some kind of crush on you.

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not? - yes, because I like it and it’s pretty.

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way. - I dunno if this counts much, I had to think long and hard on this one, but Crossfire by Stephen makes me think a lot about current events and police brutality and the bombings in other countries and just a bunch of sad stuff that’s going on now which I know is the point but it makes me really think about the privilege I do have compared to those who face discrimination and oppression far more harshly than I ever will and I just heckin

heck

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them. - “Prince didn’t die for this.”

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel. - I’ve only ever been to one and it was a local band so

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say? - Idk man probably my dad. Not gonna go in depth but I’ll say this. I’d want a large sum of money included and a 5 page long apology letter.

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised? - nope nothing is organized and I dont have a workspace

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine? - stay up til I physically cannot hold my eyes open anymore then fall asleep

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know? - that I’m not Christian and that I have a um…. device. Of some sort.

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why? - Keep it red / make it redder, probably some kind of undercut or side shave

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do? - 1. Alin2. Mikey3. Kaylee4. Dom5. Rose

I’d take these nerds with me as I travel the globe and try new experiences, shop cool unique things, and just live my dream life with. I’d go to the ends of the earth with these precious babies.

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them. - (1) Wealth. I want to pay off my mother’s college debt, buy her a nice place to stay as well as somewhere for myself, buy my brother anything his little heart desires, donate to fundraisers and charities, live my dream life, etc. (2) Clear skin. I’m pretty confident in my body shape and all, but I can’t stand my skin. Especially everywhere that isn’t my face. My shoulders have it the worst. (3) Someone willing to date me who doesn’t live thousands of miles away would be lovely. I mean I can do long distance but I just crave physical affection ya know? I dunno man I’m just lonely.

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up. - Well, last year I was a dead cowgirl. I used my day of the dead makeup and wore a flannel, jeans, boots, and a cowboy hat that I got from party city. Relatively simple, but it was still fun to see little kids’ reactions and everything at work.

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high? - this implies I’ve gotten drunk or high before (I’ve been kind of tipsy before but otherwise I’m fucking lame and I don’t do that stuff)

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars? - kill somebody (there are a few exceptions but in general ya know?)

storms: you can only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why? - both of these would drive me literally insane let’s not and say we did

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realize you’re in love. - I think I have. I don't know. To me it's realizing the things I'd be willing to do for that person. Just wanting to make them happy. Wanting to spoil them, see them smile, hear their stupid jokes even if they aren't funny, see all the ugly or silly faces they make, and just loving everything about them. Overcoming my biggest insecurities and discomforts for them. Realizing that there are certain things I can only see myself doing with them. When I read those couple posts I think of them, even though it's been over a year since we've been together. Hearing a certain song or artist is tainted by thoughts of them, when nothing would come to mind before I got to know them. Filling spots in my mind and heart that for years had been left vacant. Realizing that despite how much they've hurt me, I'd gladly take them back if they asked. Feeling like it was the right love at the wrong time, even though it probably wasn't the right love at all. Falling in love to me is having them lurking around every corner of my mind, the darkest shadows, the deepest trenches, even when I'm not thinking of them, they're always there. Even when I'm not thinking about them, I somehow am. I don't know if this is love or obsession, admittedly. Maybe I just need help lol

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair? - I’d rock both and look sexy while doing it

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone? - I don’t go to starbucks enough to really say

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now? - my family and getting us out of the tough situation we’re in right now

#dxrk-sxxls #long post #answers #about me #dxrk sxxls

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