─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
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{lyrics}
"𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺
𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸."
"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦
𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘦."
"𝘐𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯' 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵"
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Kinda proud of this, not gonna lie. This song is awesome to write about.
a/n - please always talk to someone about how you're feeling, never act like everything is okay when it really isn't- it's not good for you. Hope you all enjoy this, anyway. also, I have had to re-do some of the episode pictures like the one above (with the series 'episode' & name of the song), as I noticed some of the pictures had a watermark on them, lol. copyright is annoying, I picked the best pictures I could find lol. so yeah, thanks for reading! - V xoxo
3RD PERSON (who am I? lol)
Y/N walked up the stairs to the million dollar mansion before her, the black stairs underneath her black heels were lit by blue neon lights as she fixed her ponytail as her eyes watched her every step, tears welling up in her eyes as she focused on wearing a fake smile.
all of her thoughts drifted to her 'friends', the so called 'friends' that had let her down repeatedly for 'better' offers- dumping her for other people who were seemingly better. this, understandably, made her feel inadequate; that she perhaps 'wasn't good enough', and that's why people didn't want to spend time with her- or so the believed.
she had always wished to be the more popular girl who went to parties on Friday or Saturday nights, instead of watching Netflix in bed with her cat, and now, now that this was in some way the case, she no longer wished for it. social gatherings were never really her scene, not only because she was rarely invited to one, but because she felt that the invite was perhaps out of guilt for her being a 'lonely person.' every single nice thing she ever received, she believed that she did not deserve it. the way she treated herself, and the way others did to made her feel this way- negative.
she took a deep breath as the two hosts of the party greeted her with a weak hug and an even weaker and more pathetic kiss on the cheek. "you look really pretty tonight, y/n." Alison, the girl hosting the party smiled. y/n forced a smile. "thank you, you too." she breathed, taking a few further steps inside. she stood and glanced around the large an expensive room as the loud bass from the music filled her ears, filling her veins with adrenaline. the music was the best part.
her eyes landed on him, the only guy she had ever looked at like this. his focus was not on her though, but on the glass of juice he was slowly sipping on. this guy who she had loved for so long made her feel even worse- he seemingly had no interest in her, which made y/n feel insecure. if you love someone that much, their negative mannerisms hurt that bit more.
her eyes trained down to her feet once again as she begged the tears not to fall, her thoughts again drifting to questions of why nobody 'likes her', or wants to spend time with her. 'am I too annoying?' 'do I talk too much, or not enough?' 'is it my looks they don't like?' she questioned. in some ways, y/n felt that she wanted to change herself to fit in- to be loved. but, deep down, she knew that the truth would be that she only wanted to be loved for her true self, because her true self was so much more than good enough. it was them that weren't good enough, if they couldn't make her feel good, if they couldn't welcome her or make her feel loved- that could only be their fault.
"can I have a coffee please?" she asked the bartender as he nodded, passing her a coffee after a couple of minutes or so. y/n thanked him and walked over to the large balcony to drink it.
"you really like your coffee, don't you?" a deep voice questioned behind her, a voice which she had known for years- a voice she had come to love and hate at the same time. she turned on her heel to find him, the beautiful guy who she loved with every inch of her being. his blue eyes caught her saddened gaze, the smirk he wore on his lips soon faded when he noticed this. "I do indeed." she said with a chuckle. "what's wrong?" his caring voice asked, surprising y/n. he never shows he cares, nor does he ever speak to her. "nothing, i'm just tired." "of what?" he asked, reading her eyes. her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at her coffee. she didn't realise that she wasn't one-hundred-percent sleepy tired, but tired of certain things. little did she know that the question he just asked her was the only thing she ever needed to be asked- he really did care.
"ugh..." she breathed thoughtfully. "I always felt lonely when I was younger, nobody really bothered with me. now, all of a sudden, people seem to like me and want to invite me out, like tonight. I guess it's made me a little shy and nervous..." y/n explained, wondering to herself why she had the sudden urge to open up to someone I don't ever speak to.
"I know how that feels, you know." Daniel said to the girl, looking down at his drink with a small smile. "how do you know how it feels? aren't you like the most popular person ever born?" y/n chuckled, earning a small titter from him. "I wasn't always that way." he began.
a couple of hours later, y/n and daniel spoke for a little while more about social standing at cetera. after daniel disappeared with his gang of friends, leaving y/n alone in the corner of the room, teenagers around her partying and having a good time. she forced several smiles as people either spoke to her or gave her a simple glance, her heart sinking at how she hated wearing a fake smile. what y/n didn't know was that daniel was watching her, thinking she was the most angelical & beautiful creation he had ever seen. it broke his heart when he realised that her smile which he saw when her friend made her laugh or when she was watching Netflix in her spare time, so he could tell she was faking that smile he held so close to his heart. he slowly walked towards her, noticing her gaze find his as a real smile crept up on her lips. that made him smile. "I love it when you smile... like when you actually smile, not that fake smile you continually force..." he stated, his voice laced with carefulness, making sure to not say anything to hurt her.
"nobody has ever picked up on that before...." she stated with a small blush, the statement he had made showed in some small way that he actually cared for her. "y/n," Daniel began, stepping closer to her so she could hear him over the loud music. "I think.... no actually... I know that I'm in love with you...." he spoke. those words which held so much love & meaning filling his voice. her heart skipped several beats as she absorbed the words he said. she had never expected to her those words to come out of a beautiful and talented boy's mouth, especially daniel Seavey's mouth.
he felt the same?
"really?" she questioned. "of course." he said with a small chuckle from how cute it was that she was blushing over him. a small real smile on her lips that Daniel desired to touch. her lips were painted flawlessly with a gorgeous rougé-red tone.
"I love you.." y/n said quietly. "so now I don't have to fake a smile anymore?" she asked, causing him to smile and shake his head. their lips touched, y/n smiling widely when they separated.
"I really love you." he beamed.
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hey loves. I am so sorry for it taking so long to get up. I love the whole third person point of view, what did you guys think? lemme know any requests that you all have... PLEASE NOTE that ALL REQUESTS will be written AFTER the series has finished.... thanks for reading!
- V, xoxo