"I HATE YOU MOM" i managed to finally yell at the top of my voice
i wasnt even angry i was upset this was happening, the huge lump in my throat restricted me from speaking because i knew the moment i opened my mouth, the tears would fall.
"im not going to be weak" i reassured myself in my head. i gulped and stormed out the living room, my eyes fixed to the ground as i placed my hand on the door handle. i hastily turned the handle and stepped outside, the cold november breeze hitting me. i should have worn a jacket. i sighed as i rubbed my hands along my bare arms in a desperate attempt to make myself warmer. i slowly approached the park bench and sunk down onto it. i need to listen to him. he makes everything better. in one quick movement i stuck my headphones in and clicked play, ignoring the tears falling down my cheeks
"face down booty up timber woo" his melodious voice caused my body to shiver, not from the immensely freezing temperature but from his beautiful music
"i love you mr worldwide, i really wish i could travel to americato see you, but its never going to happen, i hate living here and i hate her" i said through my teeth. maybe i shouldnt be so pessimistic. maybe i will meet him, my worldwide i just need to travel t-
"why travel when im right here"
i didnt even need to look up, his shiny bald head infront of me was enough to make me jump into his arms.
"I-I LOV-LOVE Y-YO" he cut me off by attaching his lips to mine.
my breathe was ragged when we both managed to pull away.
