I want to give a HUGE ginormous thank you to Kitty Vuitton who rec'd this thing to The Lemonade Stand. I'm simply blown away by the response to this little story. I thought when I started this I'd be lucky to get a few readers and possibly reach 200 reviews...but alas, I really do have some of the best readers. THANK YOU!

Some of you sort of caught on to this, and by some I think ONE person, but I have a feeling many of you will be surprised... It's not what you're expecting, but then again none of this has been.

I own nothing.


PART TWO : CONFESSIONS OF A LOST BOY


CHAPTER 50

Prom sucked.

Really, really fucking sucked.

I had gone to the stupid fucking thing in the tux Tanya approved.

'Cause apparently I can't be trusted enough to dress myself.

In a limo with a bunch of fucking retards.

I hated her friends even more than I hated mine.

I went to the gym where I had to spend the entire evening trying to seem like I cared.

All night, all I wanted to see was Isabella.

I'd hope I could maybe steal a dance….

Hold her in my arms at least once, in what would be one of the last time's I'd see her.

I spent all night watching the doors, but she didn't show.

So I was stuck listening to Tanya.

She had our whole lives planned out.

I hated the things she expected of me.

I felt stuck, with no way of pulling my self out of the tide.

This is what my life would be, what I'd become.

I was trying to come to terms with that….

After prom Tanya and I went to Mike Newton's house for his after prom party.

There was alcohol.

Tons, and tons of alcohol.

I drank everything I could get my hands on.

When everyone left the party a few of us stayed over.

Tanya and I had our own room.

I was drunk enough to hope she'd let me touch her.

But she wouldn't.

Apparently there was such a thing as 'too big'.

According to her it was disgusting and I wasn't allowed to put it all the way in.

Tanya had told me multiple times it wouldn't fit, it'd tear her in half.

Another reason why my life fucking sucked.


Was anyone else as naive as our dear Edward at that age?

RG