Love Misunderstood

eekend went so quickly, an

of the stuff we learn we don't ever need or use

ke I'm ever going to enter one; it's just fun to see what's going on and what I could do if I had the confid

mined to write one in the future. Usually the beginning is decent, the middle is

tch with tiny diamonds on the edges. (Fake of course, im no made of money, my outfit can teste to

ong as a voice start

" A deep, rough voice questions ne

him more and I can definitely tell he is nervous, he is playing with his hands in a more fidgety way, not

anyone, so why i

re I haven't said anything abo

d realised I never answered him, i tilt my head up since his heig

question and keep my

curious to hear my answer. I stare at him wait

s in the way, and I overthink everything, not to mention I could fail-" I speak so quickly that it's a mi

but I can see a bit of hope in his eyes, which pro

y are talking amongst themselves, thank God nobody sa

guess tension I feel however I don't know if he can though. I am just embarrassed, and I just know my face is going red

I least expect it. If I would have known someone was there, I would have

eak; I think that is the most I

y attacks nearly daily, it's a lot less now but the occasional one o

me to get annoyed with him. I would

n he sets his gaze back on me, his green eyes burning

having a conversation, and

awkward laugh. He shoves his hamds in his trousers while s

notice that he looks more scared now than when we started talking. I want to hold hi

and look at me normally instead of looking at me like I'm a freak? W

hurts me a bit that he thinks I'm annoyed but i

stand if you feel embarrassed; you don't have to be, but all I want to say is thank you for letting me help you. I am glad you are feeling better." I

ee the mask falling from his face, and I can see the real him, but it was short-lived as the bell rang

thought we were

music. I'm listening to all of the eighties, it is my favourite decade. My da

dad, he is

y d

how ar

tired from college

doing and see which weekend you are free to co

us and makes me wan

weekend coming u

so I will pick you up Friday from co

hat soun

I love

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ve yo

mornin

the s

s-when my parents got divorced, when I found out I have severe anxiety and depression, and the c

know my story, so I keep to myself and help others. That's how it usually is an

c attack, and she saw me and wouldn't leave until she knew I was okay. Then she gave me some song suggestions

a m

obvious he needs a friend, hopefully i can be that person. If he listens to the same music I do, I could

everyone, and I am more than confident ab

to go to the music sto

ouldn't resist. She almost

t that much time together unless it's here

I've missed not han

ular, I think her name is Katie....or was it Caitlin? if Clara wants to tell me s

s the sil

hey saw you talking to th

ght through me. I give up and tell her, but I don't say anything about the librar

s I was looking at. She doesn't think of it, thank G

nversation with him? Who would have thou

word 'outcast', I ins

den is unique in his own way. It's annoying tha

me on this; the only thin

and I am now heading to

mean, we have had only two interactions. I overthink

and indie, and I find the songs that I love most and that helped me throug

e same one Clara was looking at earlier in the hall. I think she is nice, but I'm not sure. She is friends with Megan Turner, the queen bee bitch of the whole

anything to d

don't think much of it. She scans my items, and then she bags them. She starts to sca

e Led Ze

urite song is

I just watch wit

" she says wi

seen her this flustered since she met Adele a year ago. I wave over to them and decide to head home leaving them

m interact and head out the door. it would be nice for Clara and I to have a new friend,

th her doesn't mean she agrees