Butterflies

It was a Friday night, a cold Friday night and Aliyah was shivering in her thick jacket. Despite the fact that she had three layers of clothing on that consisted of a plain white v-neck, a black hoodie and an acid wash denim jacket, Aliyah still had the chills. She was not sure if it was because of the weather or was it because of the fact that she was about to meet Jake for the very first time. Aliyah still couldn't wrap her head around that she was actually standing at the Heathrow airport in London with a huge Louis Vuitton Taiga luggage that could fit an eight year old to meet a boy she has never met before. She was nervous. Sure, they have been talking to each other for approximately 2 years yet this is their very first meet. She had every reason in the world to be nervous.

In a distant, Aliyah saw a boy about 180 centimeters tall walking towards her direction. He had a thick printed sweater on over a pair of black slim fit jeans and she instantly knew who this boy was. Jake. She froze, she didn't know if she should run to him or just stay where she was but that might seem rude. So Aliyah went with the first thing that crossed her mind, she gave a frantic wave. "Idiot. You've been fantasizing of this moment for months and the first thing you do is wave?" She thought to herself. Jake immediately jogged up to Aliyah and gave her a hug. A really tight hug like the ones you just grip the other person's whole body. "I can't believe you're here. You're really here", Jake whispered, still not letting go. 

to be continued..

Noelle Part 1

It was a cold Saturday night and the clock showed it was 4 am, yet Noelle was laying on her bed, still wide awake. She stared at the glowing stars pasted on the ceiling with the cheap sticky glue she stole from the convenience store, listening to her playlist that was named "Sleep" in her iTunes on repeat. Her speakers were blasting Remembering Sunday by All Time Low and quickly she covered her head with her favourite pink pillow. Noelle sighed. The song brought back memories, memories she didn't want to remember, memories she loved and hated all at the same time. "How could you?" Noelle flashbacked to how Sam used to pick her up at 2 in the morning just so they could grab a cup of coffee and ate instant noodles from a cup in the car, listening to crappy songs and stare at the stars. "How could you?"

Face Down

Ariana walked home from School that Wednesday afternoon because just like any other day, her father was late. She remembered the packet of cigarettes she bought yesterday and reached for the left pocket of her purple backpack. Ariana clasped her lips around the cigarette and inhaled, filling her mouth with thick smoke before swallowing it down to her lungs. The familiar smell of nicotine made her feel relaxed, it was an undescribable feeling. Ariana took her time to get home. She could feel people watching her with their judging eyes, stealing quick glances and she enjoyed every moment of it. As she got closer to home, she ignored that dreaded feeling and stepped on her cigarette. She took a deep breath and went inside. 

"Mom, I'm home!" was the first thing Ariana said when she headed to the kitchen, hunting for something to munch on. Nothing was on the table so she climbed up the stairs, feeling a little disappointed. As she passed her parents beedroom, she heard a muffled cry. Her mother layed on her queen sized bed, the royal blue duvet covered her whole body so what was visibile were only strands of her jet black hair. Ariana rushed into the room and sat on the bed while her mother quickly wiped off her tears. She swallowed her throat and forced a smile, "How was your day, honey?" said the mother. Ariana saw a bruise on the right side of her mother's forehead. She felt a knot in her stomach at the thought of her mother getting hurt.

"Cover up with make up in the mirror,

Tell yourself its never gonna happen again,

You cry alone and then he swears he loves you"

Fictional Story

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain,

Its 2 am and I'm cursing your name,

You're so inlove that you act insane,

And that's the way I loved you.

It was just another typical Friday night, nothing out of the ordinary. Allison got out of the shower, all wrapped up in an off white cotton towel with droplets of watter dripping from her raspeberry scented hair. Slowly, she eyed her closet from afar with her index finger lightly tapping her chin, trying to assemble the perfect outfit for her date tonight. After raiding her whole closet, she finally settled into a sheer turqoise top with a black bodycon skirt underneath and since it looked like it was about to rain, Allison put on her favourite navy blue blazer. As usual, she took about 30 minutes to get her hair and make up done. Just as she put the last coat of mascara on her lashes, Allison heard her mum calling from downstairs, "He's outside!" she said. Allison quickly grabbed her bag and walked to the front door as fast as she could. The moment she stepped outside, she could not help but to smile at the boy standing infront of his car, with his hands both in his pockets staring at her in amazement. "You look beautiful", said the 18 year old. Zac pecked Allison on her cheek before opening the door for her.

They drove away. She stared at the window while singing to every song in the mixed cd Zac made. Allison's a terrible singer but Zac just sang along. She glanced at the boy driving next to her, silently hoping to herself that things will never change.