I wake the next morning in a hut type thing, someone watching me. I turn to see Trevor and swear when I realize I'm still in a bikini. I stand and head for the door, awkward. He stops me, "Where are you going?"
I glance at him, wrapping the towel around myself, "Home."
He watches me walk out and I shake my head at it all, walking past Jace's house in the process.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I wake the next morning inside. I sit up, not remembering how I got on the couch, and find Alyx sitting in the chair opposite, reading through my notebook again.
"It started raining," he says without looking at me, "I knew you'd left and didn't want you to catch a chill or anything."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I get home, running upstairs and changing into the worst clothes I have, feeling sick, my stomach killing me, I change into sweats and a sweatshirt, socks, and a beanie. I plop in bed and lean against the frame, my arms wrapped around my stomach.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I take out my phone and sigh at the fact Rayah hasn't texted me. Not wanting to be a bother, I slip it back away and decide not to text her first. Alyx hands me back the notebook and sighs too, sitting back.
"When's the last time you showered?" he asks.
I shake my head at him, flashing a smile, and hit him on my way back to my room. Grabbing a new set of clothes, I head into the bathroom and make myself somewhat decent, leaving my hair sopping wet.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
After my shower, I check my phone and throw my "no-bothering" policy to hell. I text Rayah good morning and decide to take things slower from there, hoping that'll give her enough space.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I dress and shake my hair out, heading out and towards Rayah's house. Who cares if I get sick? It's the least I can do after being the cause of her throwing up every morning...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside