I wake up. It's Saturday. The first thing I do is pull out my phone and open Twitter. I tap the button to compose a new tweet.
"I would kill to meet Matthew. I'd kill anybody. Oops @ TheMattEspinosa." I typed. I post it. I close out twitter and shut off my phone.
James runs into my room, looking excited. "What are you so happy about?" I laugh. He shrugs, laughing. "I'm bored." He tells me. "Okay..." I mumble.
Why did he run into my room to tell me he was bored?
"Let's do something!" He pleads, grabbing my wrists and pulling me up. He looked at me for a second. I knew that he felt my cuts.
I frown. "You found my cuts, huh?". He doesn't say anything, he just gives me a hug. "You know, it's a shame you have to go through this. You're a great person." He says smiling kindly.
I fake a smile. "Thanks James."
Honestly, I agreed. Why do I have to go through this crap. What did I do to deserve it. I knew I had to just say thanks, though. Because he was trying to be nice. I couldn't tell if he meant it or if he was just telling me what I wanted to hear.
"Let's go to the mall." James suggests. "We used to go all the time, and we had the best time. I want you to get your mind off of everything." I nod.
This made me happy. I loved spending time with James. But it seemed that no matter how hard I tried, my smiles were never real. There were too many other things going on that ruined my smile. So I faked one, like always.
I throw on a pair of black leggings, and a sweatshirt from Pink. And my tall grey uggs. Classic white girl, I know. I walked down the stairs, staring at my phone. I see "+150" above the Twitter icon. I never get that much activity. I open it and scroll towards the bottom of my feed.
Holy shit. This isn't real. I start jumping up and down screaming. "OH MY GOD!" I scream. I make sure my whole house hears me. I run down the stairs to find my brother. I shove my phone in his face.
" @ TheMattEspinosa: @kylieespinosa , you don't have to kill anybody because I'm having a meet and great contest. Details on my website! Ily babe!".
"HE TWEETED ME HE TWEETED ME!!" I shout. James laughs. "I'm so happy for you! Shall we go?" He asks. "We shall!" I say smiling.
This time, my smile was real.
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Need a Little Love
Random17 year old Kylie has a small case of depression. One thing getting her through her tough fight is her love for Matthew Espinosa. His feelings are hers, when he smiles, she does. Her dream is to meet him, obviously. Her depression gets worse and...
