Rosalie Hamilton.
Something about her name
Made me feel at ease
As it was shouted from across
The crowded bar
By one of her friends.
The atmosphere was thick
And the bodies were sweaty
As I pushed past them
To try and find a sanctuary.
"Rosalie!"
The same voice
Shouted once more.
A girl with pitch black hair
And light brown eyes
Looked up
And for a split second
Our eyes locked
And I could see that
She was sad.
Not the kind that
Cried every night
Over something ridiculous
But the kind that
Kept her pain silent
Because it was masked
By broken smiles
And large dreams.
The girl sighed
And I could almost hear
Her annoyance.
"Yes, Bella?"
"We have to go, like, now!"
Her eyes flitted back to me
Almost pleading me to help.
"I'll take her home"
I offered
Giving Bella a large smile.
"Are you sure?
Don't rape her, okay?"
I chuckled
Wrapping an arm
Around Rosalie.
"Trust me
If we were to have sex
It would be totally consensual."
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after the am series is over do you think i should do a contest of some sort like idk???
or should i make a separate book full of random poems ive written like
YOU ARE READING
the arctic monkeys series [5sos]
Fanfiction"i'm not afraid of death; i just don't want to be there when it happens." (cover by elle)