Chapter 1: Fucking 15
They say there is a time for everything, and it is true. It sucks, but it is true.
Since we are kids we grow with the promise of a better tomorrow. "You'll dress on your own when you are older" "You'll go dancing with your friends when you are older" "You can drink when you are older" and so it goes.
But what happens when you can't wait? When you need the future now? Right now.
We change, we wait.
That's all I can think off while I'm lying on my bed. It's Saturday night, around 11 pm. The lights are off and everyone downstairs is sleeping. And by everyone I mean my dad, his wife, and my 3 year old twin sisters. My parents are divorced, and I come here twice a week or so. The rest of the days I live with my mum and my little brother, Alex.
The only light in the room comes from the moon through the window, and all I can do is think about her.
Her.
Brittany fucking Pierce, aka the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
I love her to death, and of course she doesn't know, of course she is straight, and of course every single guy in school wants to fuck her.
She'll be the death of me.
I can't help but think that if I was older thing would be different. Right now I would jump on my car, drive all the way to her house, and kiss her. Just tell her everything. That I've loved her since the moment I've seen her. That I think that I will never get over her and that scares the shit out of me. That I think this will matter when I'm older. And I'd kiss her. Pin her up against a fucking wall.
I'm sure she would kiss me back. I know it. Or maybe she wouldn't, but in that case, I could just turn around and drive off. And never come back.
But I can't. I can't
Why? Well
Because I'm fucking 15.
And I've never hated it so much.
