your loves a drug
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dan

i let out a small sigh, gently pushing my books into my locker and letting my messy fringe fall upon my forehead. i squeezed the ends of my sweater in my lead-covered hands, taking a short breath and turning away from my locker.

i saw him standing down the end of the faded hall, confidence rushing through his body
the way blood rushed to my cheeks.

i shook my thoughts, pulling my bag on my shoulder and walking to the dim exit. i watched my sneakers against the pavement, letting thoughts fill my ears for a moment before i felt a tap on my shoulder. i turned my head upwards to be met with ocean blue.

"hey, are you okay?" his soft voice flooded my ears, pushing my thoughts away.

i felt the tip of my nose heat as i searched his face as if it would give me some type of answer that would satisfy the taller boy.

i pressed my lips together, averting my eyes back to the ground as i nodded my head silently.

"are you sure? you seem a little..sad?" his tone was questioning and caring but i just nodded again. he didn't need to deal with my problems.

he licked his lips, copying my actions and nodding.

"you can talk to me if you need." he said softly, his hand brushing over the material of my sweater covering my elbow. i swallowed the gasp as i looked up at him, my face filling with more heat.

"okay." i whispered, nodding as i stole one more glance at his eyes before shuffling off.

i felt his eyes on my back as i tried to suppress a small smile phil lester had talked to me.

i made my way into my house quietly, hearing my mum in the kitchen and the tv playing in the lounge. i smiled at the familiarity of it and made my way upstairs to my room.

i closed the door behind me, placing my bag on my bed and walking over to the mirror that stood in the corner of the room. i smiled slightly as i pressed my hand against my elbow, letting out a little giggle as i did a spin.

my mum knocked on the door, "hey hun? can i come in?" she asked sweetly.

i smiled, "sure."

she raised an eyebrow at my slightly flushed face, sitting on my bed.

"who is he?" she said softly, knowing i must've been giggling over some boy. i shrugged, a smile tugging at my lips as i breathed out.

"phil lester."
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i lived with just my mum in a small house, she worked as a doctor and i was a grade eleven student.

one thing however

i liked boys

i knew since i was little, i just thought it was normal.

until highschool.

now i indulge in drawing those who are pretty and avoid talking much to people i don't know.

i really like blue too

like ocean blue

with yellow specks

a green tinge to it

like phil lester's eyes.
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