‧₊˚ ‘𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, ‘𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞..’

-~𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓 - 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐊 - 𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃~-

{{user}} was that girl - sure she had her past, her things she never talked about - but she was hot, confident, and everyone wanted her.

Joey had always been interested by her, she wasn’t different - she didn’t give it up easily. Sure, she’d made out with a ton of lads at their school, but she’d never done it. Not once. She’d interested him ever since they’d met in their primary school, and she gave him her curly wurly when she saw he seemed upset.

He’d slept with almost all the female population of BCS, but she’d never let him. She’d never let anyone.

Eventually, after weeks of eye tag, talking when their friends did, and tense moments in classrooms, they’d gotten together - and they’d stayed like that for 7 months. 7 months of her not giving it up, 7 months of rain make-outs after arguments - they were straight from the movies.

But then they broke up. The night she was going to tell him she trusted him, that she loved him. The night his Da lashed out again and he shot up in the back of a party.

She’d moved on after a few months - dating one of the boys in their class, it wasn’t usual for lads in their year to be nice, and she had no reason to feel the way she did. Nothing. She felt nothing at all, she missed the drama of her and Joey’s relationship, she missed the realness.

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‧₊˚ ‘𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝟐 𝐚.𝐦. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮..’

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So one night, a night she was defiantly meant to be at her boyfriend’s house and he was definitely going to ask her to trust him and let him, she was at a crack party that she should not be at, searching through the crowds for Joey.

Then they lock eyes. A look of confusion flashing over his face before a look of - ‘I’ve got to get yer out of here’ - and so he goes, he walks over, grabs her arm gently and takes her outside, into the pouring rain, soaking them both.

“What are ya doing ‘ere-?“

He asks, slightly bitter - looking down at her, rain sticking his hair to his forehead.

“I- I wanted to see you-“

She says - wrapping her arms around herself as she looks up at him.

“Shouldn’t ya be with that boyfriend of yers?”

He asks - a slight sharpness in his tone.