Wait For Me

38 | out loud

❝ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚,
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌
𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚,
𝒔𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 ❞

𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏

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T H E A

I'm so unorganised it's an actual joke. Never put me in charge of anything because it will all fall to complete and utter shit.

All I had to do was text Jacey when Myla got here and I forgot. I have a brain like a god damn sieve. Literally never ask me to do anything because there's a 99.9% chance that I'll forget.

To be fair, I got distracted by Peter Kavinsky so it's not entirely my fault. There's just something about him and his little 'woah woah woah's.'

"How many times are you going to watch this movie?" Myla groans and I shrug my shoulders, watching as she steps out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel.

"I wasn't aware that there was a limit on how many times I could watch to all the boys I've loved before." I reply sarcastically and she flips me off with a playful smile.

Seriously though, if there was a limit, I would've definitely surpassed it by now. I've actually lost count of it how many times I've seen this. My problem is I just get far too obsessed with fictional characters and it gets to the point where it becomes a habit and I have to watch them all the time or I will literally die.

I can't help it. Netflix should just stop making cute and cheesy movies.

Actually no, please don't stop.

"So are you actually going to bring a swimsuit or what?" She asks and I glance back over her.

"Probably not, I've been thinking about it all day I just don't feel comfortable wearing it around everyone." I reply and she scoffs.

"You mean Rio," she corrects and I roll my eyes, trying not to grin like an idiot. "How are things between you both anyway?"

I shrug my shoulders casually, "they're good I guess. I haven't exactly given him an answer to what he said to me at the tracks the other night but he hasn't questioned me on it since then, so at least he's not putting any pressure on me."

"The boy literally said that he wants you, he wants you Thea. How could you not have given him an answer to that? Or even kissed his face off?" She exclaims in annoyance.

"I don't know. I guess there is just so much going on and so much has happened between us that I just didn't really know what to say. I didn't want to say that I wanted him as well because, well, I don't know. It's just complicated Myla." I reply and she glances at me in the reflection of the mirror.

Honestly, so much has happened over these past couple of months that I can't even make sense of it myself. And the funny thing is, all of this started when I went to get a tattoo. Little did I know that my freaking tattoo artist would have such a detrimental effect on me.