~Rylan's POV~
I woke up with a jolt, not because of a nightmare. Just one of those weird falling dreams, y'know, those dreams where you fall and then wake up before you hit the ground. I hate those kind of dreams.
I sat up wincing, god my back hurt...I (quite literally) rolled out of bed, landing on the ground with a quiet grunt. I slowly sat up and went over to my bag, grabbing my notebook and pencil. I put on a random flannel and went out to the balcony, sitting down. I stared at the sky for a bit. The sun was still rising, so the sky was a mixture of pretty colors.
I looked down at my notebook, I was writing a song. But the only thing I have so far is the chorus.
V. 1
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Save the lemons for the sob story
No one will believe it
Turn your tears into lemon juice
I hope your eyes are paper cuts
I hope that you will go away
V. 2
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I leaned back in my chair humming quietly, reaching in my pockets for a candy bar. I looked down at the lyrics I wrote, munching on the candy bar I found. The lyrics probably didn't make any sense, but I don't care. It's my song, I can do what I want with it. I wrote down some more words and then just looked at the sky, watching birds fly around. I sighed, relaxing. The sound of the rustling leaves was calming to me, any sounds of nature are calming to me.
I ended up falling asleep again.
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peepee poopoo
-me
ESTÀS LLEGINT
You Know You're Right
FanfictionRylan is a 18 year old senior in high school, he's in a band with his friend Rowan. During the summer they go to Nirvana concert and their lives are changed forever, they find out stuff about themselves, each other, and their idols In this story, Ku...
