the highway boy // a jyler fanfiction

Eight

Look who still sucks at updating!, I wish I could update every day but hey I'm getting better so I'm proud o' myself:) BUT GUYS OML SINCE MY LAST UPDATE THIS BOOK GOT 1K READS GAH THANK YOU SO FREAKING MUCH!!!!!!!  heres chapter eight! BTW; "Ashley" is Hasley, Ashley is her actual name and I imagine her friends calling her that (i could totally be wrong, I'm not completely sure if Halsey is just a stage name or a name she prefers, but im going with it's a stage name for this) so that's what Jenna will call her:)

Jenna's P.O.V 

(texting)

Jenna: hey...I need some major help

Ashley: ok, help for what?

Jenna: I may or may not have a date tonight

Ashley: UM WHAT?! WITH WHO? WHERE? WHEN?  GIRL I NEED THE DETAILS

Jenna: tonight at 6, with the highway boy...I told you about him

Ashley: YOU HAVE A DATE WITH HIM OH MY GOD JENNA

Jenna: heh ya, I'll explain when you come over, which you're doing right now because like I said I need helppppp

Ashley: I'm already in my car

Tyler wouldn't tell me where we were going. He only said that he'd pick me up at six o'clock and that I was going to love every moment of it, and I didn't doubt that I would. He, in just a few days, had completely captured me in a trance of love. I didn't even know what the word love meant, yet I felt like I was falling for him. My whole life I had looked at love as this thing, this thing that, truly, only existed in movies. I never was one to plan my own wedding and dream about falling in love, I didn't believe in all of that foolishness. I thought it was unrealistic. How could two people trust one another with everything they had, everything in them, and not get hurt? How could they bare the pain? My parents said that they loved one another, but I thought that was just something one says more than something one means. But Tyler, his lips, his words, his laugh and smile, his songs, his beautiful mind, they were all like sponges that began to wash my mind of any voice or thought that didn't believe in love. Yet I couldn't help but think, how would it be possible for me to fall in love with someone if I couldn't even love myself?

  I was now standing in my bathroom, about to get into the shower. Every time I saw a quick glance of my body in the mirror, I just sighed. Like I said before, how is it possible for me to ever love someone when I don't love myself? It's not that I hate myself or my body, sometimes I like it. The thing is that most times I don't. If I ever start to feel good about myself my mind will butt in with something negative. But maybe someone would change that one day, maybe it would be Tyler, and maybe, just maybe, I could learn to actually love myself.

The water of the shower poured down, completely drenching me. I just stood there for a moment. I always loved how the water would catch onto my hair and face, and then stream down to the floor. The water was hot, but that's how I wanted it, it felt nice against my icy bones. Soon enough, my vision began to blur, my eyelashes dripping. I sighed as I stepped back from under the shower head. I wiped my face of all the water trickling down it. Letting out half a laugh I remembered how I used to hate to shower as a young child. I was on a competitive swim team, and we had practice every weekday and meets on the weekends. I would tell my mother that I didn't need to shower, the pool was my shower. Funny how I used to hate it so much but now I find it so peaceful and calming.