Fangirl
Poems
"Amber, please, I didn't mean it like that!" Calum pleads, as she runs down the hall. "Just wait!" She starts slowing down, silent tears running down her face. She knew exactly what he meant.
"Calum." She sobs, as he gets a little closer to her, "You can't- You can't keep doing this."
"Doing what?" He asks innocently.
"You know what. You- You make me feel safe, and- and wanted... And then right when I know I can trust you, you do something like this to prove I can't. I can't- I can't keep doing this you!" She cries.
He just looks at the floor. Because he knows what she's talking about. It's always been that way for him. It's like he's stuck in this routine.
"I don't... I don't want to let you go." He says slowly. Her sobs stop, and she just looks at him.
"What?"
"I let everyone go in my life. Everyone. I don't want the same with you." He explains.
"Calum." She says simply.
"Yeah?" He asks, still feeling guilty.
"Please kiss me." Without hesitation, she's scooped up in Calum's arms and kissed roughly on the lips.
AUTHOR NOTE:
^-^ Well that was fun writing. xx
-R.S
I turn my desk chair to my journal. I still couldn't figure out how to end Dancing in the Dark. It's been going on for about a year, and it has like a million subscribers. Even people who don't know who 5 Seconds of Summer is, still read it. It doesn't seem right, to just end it now. I mean, if this contest wasn't going on, I wouldn't end it... But this story is my only chance in winning.
Says who?
Says everyone, says me.
You're the author. It's your writing, not just the story. Write something better.
"Riley if you don't hurry up I'm coming up there myself!" Stazzi yells from the living room. I roll my eyes, while putting on my beanie, and walk out, only to be greeted by her annoyed face.
"Sorry." I say quickly, picking up my backpack from the table.
"Yeah, yeah. Come on let's go." On our walk, I still can't get my mind off of this contest. Now that I think about it, if I submit Dancing in the Dark, everyone'll either think I stole it, or they will figure out that I'm R.S. I guess that means I HAVE to write a new one.
The entire first period, I had my head buried in my notebook. I'd write imagines, then when those sucked, I'd start new fanfictions. Sometimes I'd write poems.
One day he'll find a girl
and he'll love her to death
she will be the center of his world
and the reason for his breath
and he'll tell her the things,
YOU always needed to hear
but what stings
is that they'll get married
and you'll cry alone,
because she took the only thing
that you could call home.
"Damn Riley." Miley mumbles next to me. I realize that she's been reading what I've been writing, "That's so sad."
It's also true.
"Yeah, I guess." I shrug, looking at the ink sinking into the paper. 5 Seconds of Summer. The only thing I can call home. At the end of class, a thought pops into my mind. I walk over to my teacher's desk, "Excuse me?"
"Yes?" She asks, grading papers.
"F-For the contest, do you think we could enter like.. Poems?"
"Well, I suppose so."
"Even if they aren't five thousand words?" I ask.
"I'll check, and get back to you tomorrow." She smiles.
"Okay, thank you." By the end of the talk I already feel nervous. I'm pretty anti social. The rest of the day is spent in my notebook, writing poems. I know they may not count in the contest, but I have to many thoughts.
I realize.
I realize that you'll never call me yours
I realize that I'll never get to kiss those lips
Or hold that hand
I realize that you don't know me
And you never will
I realize that the only thing keeping us connected is the sound of your voice
The same voice I'll never hear in person
I realize that you'll never smile at me
I realize that you'll never look at me, the way I do to you
I realize that I'm just another fan to you.
And that's all I'll ever be.
"Calum." She sobs, as he gets a little closer to her, "You can't- You can't keep doing this."
"Doing what?" He asks innocently.
"You know what. You- You make me feel safe, and- and wanted... And then right when I know I can trust you, you do something like this to prove I can't. I can't- I can't keep doing this you!" She cries.
He just looks at the floor. Because he knows what she's talking about. It's always been that way for him. It's like he's stuck in this routine.
"I don't... I don't want to let you go." He says slowly. Her sobs stop, and she just looks at him.
"What?"
"I let everyone go in my life. Everyone. I don't want the same with you." He explains.
"Calum." She says simply.
"Yeah?" He asks, still feeling guilty.
"Please kiss me." Without hesitation, she's scooped up in Calum's arms and kissed roughly on the lips.
AUTHOR NOTE:
^-^ Well that was fun writing. xx
-R.S
I turn my desk chair to my journal. I still couldn't figure out how to end Dancing in the Dark. It's been going on for about a year, and it has like a million subscribers. Even people who don't know who 5 Seconds of Summer is, still read it. It doesn't seem right, to just end it now. I mean, if this contest wasn't going on, I wouldn't end it... But this story is my only chance in winning.
Says who?
Says everyone, says me.
You're the author. It's your writing, not just the story. Write something better.
"Riley if you don't hurry up I'm coming up there myself!" Stazzi yells from the living room. I roll my eyes, while putting on my beanie, and walk out, only to be greeted by her annoyed face.
"Sorry." I say quickly, picking up my backpack from the table.
"Yeah, yeah. Come on let's go." On our walk, I still can't get my mind off of this contest. Now that I think about it, if I submit Dancing in the Dark, everyone'll either think I stole it, or they will figure out that I'm R.S. I guess that means I HAVE to write a new one.
The entire first period, I had my head buried in my notebook. I'd write imagines, then when those sucked, I'd start new fanfictions. Sometimes I'd write poems.
One day he'll find a girl
and he'll love her to death
she will be the center of his world
and the reason for his breath
and he'll tell her the things,
YOU always needed to hear
but what stings
is that they'll get married
and you'll cry alone,
because she took the only thing
that you could call home.
"Damn Riley." Miley mumbles next to me. I realize that she's been reading what I've been writing, "That's so sad."
It's also true.
"Yeah, I guess." I shrug, looking at the ink sinking into the paper. 5 Seconds of Summer. The only thing I can call home. At the end of class, a thought pops into my mind. I walk over to my teacher's desk, "Excuse me?"
"Yes?" She asks, grading papers.
"F-For the contest, do you think we could enter like.. Poems?"
"Well, I suppose so."
"Even if they aren't five thousand words?" I ask.
"I'll check, and get back to you tomorrow." She smiles.
"Okay, thank you." By the end of the talk I already feel nervous. I'm pretty anti social. The rest of the day is spent in my notebook, writing poems. I know they may not count in the contest, but I have to many thoughts.
I realize.
I realize that you'll never call me yours
I realize that I'll never get to kiss those lips
Or hold that hand
I realize that you don't know me
And you never will
I realize that the only thing keeping us connected is the sound of your voice
The same voice I'll never hear in person
I realize that you'll never smile at me
I realize that you'll never look at me, the way I do to you
I realize that I'm just another fan to you.
And that's all I'll ever be.
Notes
Just letting you guys know- The first poem I wrote is not mine, only the second one is, I dunno who the first belongs to, but whoever it is, credits to you ^-^
XX
-BeautifulHood
WHAT A CUTIIIIIEEEEEES
5/6/18