S T O R M
"Darlin', you won't stay with me."
That was it. That was all I had written down for the song.
Elliot and I were supposed to be writing it together but I kept putting it off. So after brunch I decided to jot down some ideas and see what I could make of it.
I sat there, my eyes squeezed shut, tapping my black ink pen against the wooden desk.
Ugh, I need Elliot here to create a melody with his keyboard! I thought. It's much easier writing a song when there's at least a melody. He needs to hurry up. It's been forever!
I put the end of the ball point pen in my mouth and began to chew, an old habit.
Fuck it, I'm going to sleep.
I turned off the desk lamp and tossed the pen onto my notepad. I then moved over to our bed and stared out the window.
Hm, it's raining. That's odd. It wasn't raining this morning.
I checked my wristwatch. It was noon-ish and still no sign of Elliot. Perhaps he decided to stay away for a bit because of Jasper.
Jasper, that fucking twat. I couldn't look at him. He's always fucking things over no matter what.
I heard my bedroom door open and before I could turn around and scold who I assumed was Jasper for not even knocking, I saw that it was actually Grizz. He had panic strewn all over his face.
"Come with me," he said. "It's urgent."
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SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER LOL. I've been super busy with school and other things. I may just give up on writing this story. I'm still considering it.
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B E F O R E T H E S T O R M
Teen FictionStorm Ashka was an aspiring artist. Lost in a world full of lies, she was determined to fulfill her wildest dreams of becoming who she truly wanted to be. A musician. Along her journey she meets a mysterious boy who claims he has the key to her des...
