#task:fable

[fableoverboard]

What: self para. 

Time Frame: fable’s senior year. 

Triggers: insecure of looks. 

Song Inspiration: stupid boys, maddie zahm 

Lyrical Inspiration: “i could find some guy with a steady job. who knows just what he wants in life. got a car that don't break down every time we drive. the type my momma would like, but I always fall for ones without a bank account. who don't know what they want my type. would wear a sweatshirt to a place you need a suit and tie. he's not the smartest choice, but I'm in love with stupid boys.

Calden Landry. A name that was always embedded in Fable’s mind. A guy that we would all soon find out why, behind the fairytales and endless hopes for romance, Fable Evermore was not completely the girl that believes in the greatness of all things she seems to preach about. Time and time again Fable dealt with insecurities about the looks she had. It all started back in the Summer leading into her Senior year. The Summer her friends dragged her to a party, for the kick off of back to school. 

“I don’t know.” Fable spoke looking at the two girls she considered her best friends, back then. “Parties aren’t really my thing.” She said, as the two girls fished in her overly large closet for the newest in season designer clothes for them to wear out that night. She heard their protest of how if she hadn’t gone, she would have been considered the most uptight girl of their grade. “Fine, just one night.” She sighed out as she caught the white dress that was flung her way and changed into it. 

It wasn’t until later that night that the girls had pulled up outside the house in her pink Mercedes convertible. The house that we soon would find out that her first love, Calden Landry, lived in. Getting out Fable stood at the walk way, until her friends took residents beside her, linking their arms through hers as they made their way inside. As soon as they were inside, the other two branched off in different directions greeting people in their class that upcoming year, while Fable found a corner to blend into. “Hey, need a drink.” The voice spoke up causing the book worm to lift her head, and meet the most handsome pair of eyes that landed on her. “No thank you.” She spoke in reply with a small shy smile. “I don’t drink.” She said as she shrugged her shoulders and looked at the guy that appeared to around her smiling down at her in that moment. 

It wasn’t but minutes later that he was bumped forward, and the drink in his hand spilled down the front of her dress. Biting her lip to keep from trembling at the embarrassment, her eyes watered. “Come on, I have a shirt and sweats you can borrow, I’m sorry.” The guy spoke taking her hand as he lead her up to his room. She couldn’t have been grateful enough for the offer of a new pair of clothing in exchanged for her ruined white dress. Getting up to his room she watched as he fished in his drawer for the clothes he offered and gave them to her. What a gentlemen she thought after he exited the room to let her change. Folding up the damaged dress after she was changed she then made her way out of his room thanking him and introducing herself to him. It was that night that she met Cal, and it was that night she had believed that love at first sight was a real thing and not just in that novels she read. 

After that night and having exchanged numbers, Fable and Calden texted and called each other everyday. Having went on dates, that Fable used her parents amex card to pay for. Going to homecoming together with her dressed up, and him in jeans and a AC/DC shirt, but no corsage to adorn her wrist. She still felt like she was in love, that was up until he bedded her one night, and the next day she caught him in the girls bathroom at school with one of her best friends, his tongue shoved down her throat. What had she done. She often wondered. She would have never knew that answered, but it was then that she strictly dived into her romance novels, and solely wished that she had the relationships the people in her books had found. It was then she began to believe that not everything in her books would come true.