Hi. If this is shit then you can say so. And I won't post Again. Don't really Know where its going. Just venting.
first fic. Un-Beta'd. And Im Dyslexic so thats like allowing a 3 year old on your laptop.
I never really thought I would be that girl. the one who ends up in a rut by herself, with one friend, who wasn't really a friend. It just sort of happened. And there wasn't a lot I could do about it. And then I met him.
I was in bed, having worked an 8 hour shift at Pirez Groceries. I spend my shift with a fake smile on my face, and today was no exception. Especially when Mr Harris makes a joke about meeting me in the usual place tonight. I, aged only 19, tried not to vomit when the 74 year old man hit on me. But I just laughed and told him to have a nice day, as I did with every other customer I encountered. and then I went home and slept. Like every saturday. Until Lauren texts me.
Lauren is that one friend that you endure for the sake of having someone to Hang out with. Its convenience. You see, I was one of the few kids left in Forks who didn't make it to college this fall. I hadn't made it. I had messed up. But I knew it was my fault. so i just shrugged it off, and saved my wage for something big. And totally unnecessary. But I had to hang out with her. so when she texts me I respond.
Today It was for us to go have a smoke. well, for her to smoke. I was trying to not get into the habit and to only smoke when drunk. So I went.
"sup"
"God Bella. act like a girl"
"Why?"
"Because how the hell do you think you will get out of here like that. no guy wants a guy. unless they are gay. How bout Mike..."
"Seriously? be quiet."
"You Know I'm right"
Pretty normal. as usual. But then she starts badmouthing her ex. and I start to listen. Because her most recent victim had a Gallows t-shirt on in his Facebook picture, and his status contained lyrics from foster the people before they were cool. And he had a photo of a reptar gig, and that was like a bag of money to a gold-digger. So I listened. and pretended not to be interested.
"he dresses like you... its so messed up"
"Lauren, what do you mean?"
"You know... Skinny jeans, and t-shirt from crappy bands. And stupid hats."
"Whatever you say. He sounds cool."
"I'll give him your number. you can deal with him."
"Stop with the dramatics."
"Im serious, he might stop bugging me."
"Fine..."
and then we talked. And I fell in love, and he fell in love with the idea of a back up plan. And I was ok with that. When he wanted someone to come watch him skate in Paris, I was there. And if he needed some money, I was his ATM. And suddenly, I found my Something Big. I had followed him to England, London was amazing. And I just wanted to travel. and take photos, and play guitar with strangers. But he didn't.
So I let go.
So Let me know if its worth continuing...
Im Just trying not to revise for my A-Level Resits (google it)
