𝙏𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 || 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙉𝙖𝙥

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀ~Ⓛ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓣ︎Ⓔ︎ Ⓕ︎Ⓞ︎Ⓡ︎ Ⓢ︎Ⓒ︎Ⓗ︎Ⓞ︎Ⓞ︎Ⓛ︎

(𝙞𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙞 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣. 𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮)

/𝕜𝕒𝕣𝕝'𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕧/

I woke by a mix of vibrating and noise, to find myself curled asleep on the carpet still hugging the textbook to my chest. I glanced to my buzzing phone and turned off the alarm. I yawned loudly and rubbed my sleepy eyes as I felt the skin was cracked from crying.
What even was the time? I thought as I cleared my clogged throat (not like that 😅😳)

Honk, it's already 8:55, I only have fifteen minutes before having to get to school. I get up from the floor and go straight into the bathroom turning on the tap to hot. I let my hands run under the boiling water and then held it up to my face waking me up a little more. The marks from yesterday were still visible as i sighed. My fluffy hair was a mess and I look as if I cried enough tears to fill the Nile river in Africa . Well that's what it also felt like. I took a brush from the cabinet above the mirror and ran it through my wild hair, taming it. I knew I couldn't do anything else about my appearance. So I left the bathroom with unsettled thoughts.

As I entered my room I slipped out of my old clothes and pulled on a black jeans and a orange burnt sweater. My hands drummed on my desk as I scanned my phone for any notifications. Surprisingly there was two. One from my mum and another from Big Q (Big Q is quackity if you don't know :]) intrigued, i read through the  messages:

𝙈𝙪𝙢 💕

Sorry hun, don't panic if I'm not here this morning, spent the night at Marks
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Wednesday 7:12am

And then through Quackity's

𝘽𝙞𝙜 𝙌 🍃

Ay, Karl I don't think you remembered to wait for me after school?
We were going to the arcade remeber?
Never mind, see you at school nimrod :]
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Tuesday 5:34pm

My heart dropped as I felt a twinge of guilt for not texting Alex to tell him that i wasn't coming, rephrase, i couldn't come. Honk. He was probably waiting outside forever. I popped in my air pods and hit shuffle play on my song playlist to take my mind of things. The familiar sound of 505 by artic monkeys played as I hummed along.

I'm going back to 505,

I packed the books which weren't trashed and went to the side of my unmade bed.

If it's a 7 hour flight,

I slipped on my grey converses and unplugged a charger from the wall and stuffed it in my bag along with my other books.

Or a 45 minute drive,

I grabbed my back pack and scanned my room once more before leaving, shutting the door carefully behind me with a satisfying click.

In my imagination your waiting, lying on your side,

I hopped down the stairs, my left leg felt better although I did wince slightly when I treaded heavily on that foot.

With you arms between your thighs,

I didn't feel like I could stomach anything heavy so I quickly scanned a cupboard for a drink. Luckily there was three cans of white monster and I grabbed all of them. Opening one and putting the other two in my backpack.

With a smile,

I shut the front door tucking the spare keys back under the mat. As i brought the monster to my lips, 505 began to fade and i began to search my playlist for another song instead of listening to random one. My finger hovered over 'sweater weather's by The Neighbourhood and I decide to play it. Actually, sweater weather was one of my favorite songs so I decided to sing along with the song as I walked towards school.

The drum beat began to set in and I began to hum.

And all I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves of my sweater
Let's have an adventure
Head in the clouds but my gravity centered
Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

Oh, she knows what I think about
And what I think about
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no
'Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

And if I may just take your breath away
I don't mind if there's not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides a mind
To move to a place so far away
The goosebumps start to raise
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
And then I watch your face
Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah
These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for
Inside this place is warm
Outside it starts to pour

Coming down
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no
'Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

'Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

'Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

It's too cold
For you here
And now, let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

And it's too cold, it's too cold
The hands of my sweater

938 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔

𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒑 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉. 𝑵𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊'𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.

*imagine writing this and be the only one reading it, could not be me*

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