My girl (Luke Patterson x Fem! Reader) *discontinued*

Y/n

Y/n's POV

We're in music listening to Nick do an ok guitar riff. Guess he's not that vanilla. But still wasn't that impressive

"Ok we have one last performance." Mrs. Harrison says, "Julie" while clapping her hands together.

She sighs and gets up walking to the piano. She can do this I know she can do this. Please do this Julie.

She put your fingers on the keys looking like she's ready to do it but she takes her fingers off the keys. Flynn and I stand up, Julie looks up at Mrs. Harrison and says, "I'm sorry." Flynn and I sigh

And then Carrie being the bitch she is asks, "Is this when we clap?" Oh how I wish I could kill her.

Julie starts walking out, "Watch it Carrie" Flynn says to the bitch. Before we go after Julie.

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I live right beside Julie's house,I look out my window that looks at the outside of her house wondering how she's doing.

Wanting to take my mind off of it and since I am home alone as always I sit down at my keyboard. Starting to sing a song that I heard.

Play song

Say you're there when I feel helpless
If that's true, why don't you help me?
It's my fault, I know I'm selfish
Stand alone, my soul is jealous
It wants love, but I reject it
Trade my joy for my protection

Grab my hand, I'm drowning
I feel my heart pounding
Why haven't you found me yet?
I hold you so proudly
Traumas, they surround me
I wish you'd just love me back

Say you're here, but I don't feel it
Give me peace, but then you steal it
Watch them laugh at all my secrets
Scream and yell, but I feel speechless
Ask for help, you call it weakness
Lied and promised me my freedom

Grab my hand, I'm drowning
I feel my heart pounding
Why haven't you found me yet?
I hold you so proudly
Traumas, they surround me
I wish you'd just love me back

Grab my hand, I'm drowning
I feel my heart pounding
Why haven't you found me yet?

I take my hands off the piano keys,tears starting to come from my eyes. Not being able to take it anymore I run up to my attic looking for my special hiding place for when my parents fight.

I start looking through the boxes I always look through. Seeing the flannels,guitar picks,CDs and t-shirts.

I still wonder who's these belonged to and why my parents have them. And I wonder who 'Sunset Curve' is.

Needing to talk to someone I go down and out the door of my house to Julie's

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