"When he laughs at all my jokes, and he says I'm So American. Oh god, I'm gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up. I might just be in la la la la love."
- Olivia Rodrigo
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After the suicide of his boyfrie...
Today was interesting to say the least. I couldn't help my mind from wondering back to Audrey wrapped in that towel; with a massive injury. I wonder if her shoulder is okay. Maybe I should ask?
Nick: Hey! Just wanted to check on you, and see if you're feeling any better.
I set my phone face down on my desk, as my legs bounce anxiously waiting for a response. Which doesn't come for what feels like hours but in reality is only minutes.
Audrey Johnson: About to take some pain meds. Care to join me? (Sends photo)
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Holy shit. She wants me to smoke with her? That's might be the hottest thing I've ever heard.
Shut up Nick. What's wrong with you. Don't think like that.
I feel my feet carrying me to the door before my brain can rationalize that this might be a bad idea. I wonder if Charlie would be proud of me at this point. Following myself around some girl I hardly know, getting high.
I can't seem to help myself though. Something about her makes me feel something I haven't in a long time. She intrigues me, or at the least distracts me. A distraction sounds really nice right about now.
"Going out with your lads?" Mum says, drinking from her cup of tea while sitting on the livingroom couch.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah I am." I say disappointed that I sound so unsure of myself, so I try to sell it better. "Just some of the guys in football, we're gonna catch a film." I finish sounding more confident.
"Alright dear have fun! Don't stay out past midnight it's a school night!" She calls back and I continue my way to the car.
I mean honestly, I knew she would let me go. When Charlie first passed I basically barricaded myself in my room for months. Shes just happy I seem to be a bit back to my old self.
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Audrey Johnson P.O.V.
I try my best to sneak through the front door, hoping my father wasn't home. The last thing I needed is to injure my shoulder anymore than it already is.
"Why are you home late from school?" He says his words slur slightly and I can tell he's drunk.
Nope not sneaky enough.
I'm not even late from school, I must've taken too long to walk home this time. He probably wanted me to be started on dinner by now. I told you there were consequences when I didn't have dinner ready for him.
"You were probably out with some guy, being a slut just like your mother was. Weren't you? Planning on leavening me alone with some guy, just like she did?!" He says walking closer to me. I press my back closer into the front door.
