This is the song that inspired this chapter; my brother made the whole cover, and I filmed it all. We're making a new music video soon as well. Go show some support please!
Sky
I lay in bed emotionless as I stare at my ceiling while listening to my playlist that I have named 'let me cry'. It's days like these where I wish I couldn't feel anything.
My all time crush; the man I am hopelessly in love with, has a girlfriend.
I mean, it was bound to happen; he's freaking Spiderman, and the most genuine and amazing actor ever!
Obviously I'm super happy, because it's not like I had a chance anyway; I barely turned 16, but it still hurts.
I did not expect that.
I've always said that I really am in love with him and Peter Parker, but obviously everyone thinks it's a stupid celebrity crush, and it is, but it also isn't.
I'm happy.
But also dead.
I'm happily dead.
I already ranted to my friends, because this is a big deal. Aww they're so cute!!
Wow, I really need a life...
I glance out my window quickly and sigh, shaking my head away from the thoughts of Peter. Not Peter Parker; that would be impossible, but I meant Peter as in my super cute neighbor whom I happen to have pushed away in a moment of anger and hurt.
Feelings suck, why do we have them?
I look to my left, where my book laid untouched and glare at it; because it had recently killed off my favorite character, and I am still not ready to read again.
Character deaths really hurt, as well as falling for one and knowing that you never have a chance because they're not real.
They will always be real in my heart.
I chuckle to myself and sit up, noticing how dramatic I am being. I get off of my bed and take out my earphones, throwing them and my phone to the side before I get out of my room and walk over to the kitchen to get myself a snack.
"Sky!" My brother jumps into the kitchen, startling me, and I almost choke on the water that I had been drinking.
"What?!" I glare at him.
"Wanna film another music video?"
"Sure." I shrug, welcoming the distraction, he punches the air happily. I have too much homework that I can't ignore, but I'm going to do it anyway because procrastination is my best friend. "What's your vision?"
"I dunno, you're the director." He points at me with an excited grin on his face. "But it's dark, so we can't really film outside."
"Which song are you doing anyway?" I drink what was left of my water.
"Darya." I nod my head, thinking of some scenes that would go perfectly with the song. We go up to his room as I scratch the annoying mosquito bite on my arm, and stopping every now and then to scratch the one on my ankle.
Curse you, you bloodthirsty insects!
I open his closet to pick out an outfit to match the vibe of the song. I choose his only presentable white shirt and black pants.
For someone who cares about his appearance, he really doesn't buy any clothes at all. He's worse than me at shopping, and that's saying something.
I pass him his clothes and tell him to cuff up the sleeves to make it look classier; especially in the parts where I'll be filming close ups of his guitar.
After he changes, he puts on the song to make sure he's got the timing correct, and I film him from multiple angles, most very uncomfortable and on the brink of breaking my back.
I found the perfect angle; in which half of his face is a shadow, giving him a dramatic look. We use his large screen as the lighting, and I opened up paint to make the surface a royal blue. The blue light reflected off the white fabric of his shirt perfectly
Us being us, we got a lot of bloopers; whether it's Luke making a funny face and me laughing, or me making fun of his guitar face, or me falling down after losing my balance while I was in a weird position to get the right shot, or me jumping because I felt something crawling on my foot.
Turns out, it was just my own hair.
"Sky, you're the best!" He grins, looking at the footage in his phone.
"Yeah, I know." I flip my hair and walk over to the door to let him edit in peace. "Well, if you excuse me, I have some ice cream to finish."
"Hey, leave some for me too!"
"Nah."
"Come on, don't be an asshole!"
"Language!" I call out.
"I don't care!" He really doesn't. "Leave some for me!"
Funniest thing of all is that we don't even have ice cream. He seriously needs to get out of his room more often.
I laugh to myself and walk to the living room, where my mom is scrolling through various baking videos, and my dad listening to news and watching soccer. I lay on the couch, leaning against my mom as I watch with my mom, talking to her about baking sometime soon, as it is almost Nat's birthday, and I want to attempt to bake her red velvet cupcakes.
I get bored after a while so I go back to my room and finish my homework that has been taunting me ever since I neglected them on my computer desk.
How does my room get so messy? I don't even do anything!
I put on my rock playlist and start doing my homework, even if this is a Friday. Might as well use my weekend to finish the book I threw away when the author killed my favorite character. That was so uncalled for.
I scratch my arm again with a frustrated huff. The cuticle of my right ring finger starts to hurt from how much I've written, and I remember how I don't actually hold the pencil properly. Instead of holding it between my pointer and middle finger, I put it in between my middle and ring finger; which is apparently wrong. However I don't try to fix it, because my handwriting is worse when I hold it correctly, and my handwriting is already bad enough.
Oh my god, what if I custom make a 1000 piece puzzle of one solid color and throw away the middle piece on purpose and gift it to someone with crazy OCD?
It'd be perfect for Taybh, totally worth the risk of her murdering me in cold blood.
I snap out of my thoughts, realizing that I've been staring at my wall instead of doing my homework. I slap my chubby cheeks lightly multiple times then squeeze my own face, no doubt making me look like a fish, to regain some focus.
I'm wasting my time by watching three grown men throwing bulletproof glass on a giant axe from 45 meters up in the air when my phone lights up with a new text. I pick it up and turn it on, seeing it's a text from Tim; he sent me a meme.
(Tim: Me -_-.)
Me -_- : lmao this is so true.
Ikr 😂😂😂
Me -_- : BTW
Me -_- : You know how Prom is soon?
yeah?
Me -_- : Well, both Aidan and Owen got dates and they're driving me crazy to get a date.
Lmao, good luck with that.
Me -_- : I was actually going to ask you.
...
U sure bout that? 😂😂😂
Me -_- : Nope.
Me -_- : But still, I'd rather go with someone I actually know.
Makes sense lol.
Me -_- : So, you in?
Yeah sure, it's not like I have a line of people asking me out lol.
Me -_- : Yeah, cuz you're fugly lol.
You're me.
Me -_- : I rest my case.
Touche. lol
Me -_- : Guess who Owen asked out? 😂😂😂😂
I swear if it's not Nat imma sue.
Me -_- : He asked her 😂😂
Omg no way!! 😂😂😂
They are so never hearing the end of this!!
Me -_- : Neither are we lol.
Oh yeah...this is so gonna come back
to bite us in the ass 😂😂😂
Me -_- : Yup 😂😂
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I laugh and send a meme I had screenshotted earlier, to which he responds with a picture of himself that he turned into a reaction meme. I laugh more at the way he looks and we continue chatting about the most random topics we could think of.
Guess I'm going to prom then...no excuse now...
Wait, did Nat plan this? Oh my god-
(NatNat)
I hate you.
NatNat: No you don't :)
Yes I do :))
NatNat: Did you say yes?
No.
NatNat: What? Why not?
Cuz I can.
NatNat: Skyyyyy!!!
That is my name.
NatNat: I hate you.
Aww, I hate me too!
NatNat: 😑😑😑
🙂🙂🙂
Anyways, I said yes.
AND YOU SAID YES TO OWEN!!!
BISH!!
WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER!!
NatNat: Because we were too busy plotting the two of you going together.
NatNat: And we're just friends.
Mhmm, sure you are.
NatNat: We are!
Yes ofc.
Imma go walk my goldfish, bye!
NatNat: Bye? 😂😂
😂😂😂😂