Author's Note;
I've thought a lot about it and I've finally decided to get rid of the whole "rainbow eyes" thing, I guess it's just too confusing and it's hard to visualise aswell. They're a blueish violet now. And what do you guys think about the new book cover?
My mum thinks I'm with Cadia ranting about how sexist everyone is and listening to MCR, but she couldn't be more wrong. Who would've thought I'd be doing something so mundane as staying with a friend overnight in a hospital?
He sat there eating away as I withered away into my own thoughts.
Of all the thoughts of what just happened to me a few minutes ago, my mind only seemed to filter one face, with a dribble of mayonnaise down their chin.
My mind is seriously disgusting for even questioning how Simon makes mayonnaise look so exotic, and this is coming from an open mayonnaise hater.
"You've got your burger all over your face," I pointed out "I swear you're so autistic"
He turned his face to me and wiped his lower lip.
"Look who's talking," he spoke, stretching the 'woo', "You've got depression all over yours"
"Was it something I did?" He questioned, forcefully grasping my chin, capturing my full attention.
My eyes stared into his deeply for a infant moment, untill I pushed his hand away from me.
"What makes you think I'm depressed? I'm actually quite chilled right now" I said between yawning, in attempt to diffuse the awkwardness in the room that was choking me.
"I don't know, you just seem down, and you haven't touched your burger either" he mentioned.
I was surprised that he was paying this much attention to me. People don't usually see this stuff, and even if they did, they daren't discuss it to me. This boy has so much confidence.
"Not really a fish type of girl, to be honest," I spoke, in a soft, reassuring voice.
"Me too," he said, before a vibrant red colour filled his pale cheeks, after hearing what he'd admitted to.
He sat there awkwardly scrunching his face, as he watched me trying to contain a giggle
"I meant guy," he shouted, "I'm not a fish type of guy!"
The last part he said with a smile, as he looked to the ground and shook his head in disappointment.
His unsettling smile soon looked up at me with widened eyes, he was acting as if he'd just found out he'd become a daddy.
"Let's get out of here," he whispered, with a suggestive hint in his voice.
"You still have 2 days lef-"
"Since when did you care about the rules, Miss Briggs?"
I mean, he did have a point.
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FVCK YOU ✗ MINIMINTER
Poetry"Fuck you, dickhead" I whispered "What was that?" "Fuck you"
