Written in the Stars

15|What's your story? (pt.2)

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+Pull up your big boy pants, and ask her out for god sakes!+
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[What's your story?]

Addilyn

What is it with stories? I love to hear about peoples stories, but no one ever wants to hear mine.

I'm okay with that. I'm sure no one would want to hear about my mums death and my fathers abuse.

Maybe they would say it wasn't abuse, just punishment. Maybe they would be right.

It doesn't matter, no one asks so it saved me the problem of having to tell.

I thought David might be the one to ask. He would be the only other person I would tell besides my friend group.

But he never does.

And I'm okay with that. He would hate me. Call me weird and broken.

I am anything but broken. Well, I guess I might be a little broken.

Aren't we all?

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I sigh, pushing myself out of the thoughts as the sound of my phone ringing breaks its way through.

I look to see who's calling; Davey<3

I throw my head back, shoving down any unwanted sadness and answering.

"H-Hi Davey!" I smile.

"Hi, Lynny," we small talk for awhile, getting past the boringness. "Do you want to hang out?"

"S-sure, Da-Davey! Where and when?" I ask, a smile plastered to my face.

"20 minutes, the field?"

"Okay! I'll see you, you then!" I say, and he hangs up.

I rush to get ready, deciding to just clip up my hair and throw on a grey skirt with a tucked white shirt. I put on some earrings, a necklace, and rings.

God, rings are hot.

I throw on some white high top converse and grab my phone, running down the stairs and back out the front door. I get to the side walk before it hits me; I have a brother.

I mentally face palm myself, running back into the house.

"Ash! I'm going out! Feed M-mello and Milky, please! Stay safe, love you!" I don't even wait for a response before I go back out, rushing to the park.

Then it dawned on me; I'm rushing to see him.

My heartbeat is moving faster when I even think about him.

He makes me so happy. I hate being away from him.

Oh gosh. I like him.

Is it too late to cancel? I could just say I'm sick or have to take Ash to a doctors appointment.

Of course it's too late to cancel! I'm walking up the field and he is waving. Wave back, idiot.