#certified limelight
Jonah Marais x Paisley O’Connor
Summary: you’ll see.
Warning: language.
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“I love you.”
“Do you love me?”
“Why do you have to lie?”
“Who’s that?”
“I thought you loved me!”
“Why can’t you say it?”
“Get out of my life and stop hurting me, would you?!”
“I hate you.”
Those sentences that I once said stained my thoughts like black paint on a field of white flowers. Why can’t relationships be easy like they are in movies? I miss him but I can’t break. I have to stay like this until he gets his life together. I matter too…right? All the songs, gifts, kisses, cuddles…
“Paisley?”
I turn to find his sister standing in front of me, she’s so pretty. I smile a bit, “Hey, Esther.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, of course,” I lie, pressing my lips together. She clearly doesn’t know about our deadly arguments. Or my stupid decisions.
“AreN’t you excited? Jonah’s coming home today.”
No, I think. But I laugh, “Yeah.”
Awkward silence pushes her away from me. I kinda feel bad. No, Pais…don’t start the tears. I feel tears welling in my eyes, “I just want him to love me,” I whisper to myself. I can’t act like this in front of the band’s family, it’s embarrassing.
As I peer over the horizon from a patio chair, I notice a black van driving across the highway towards our way. That’s them. My stomach clenches, I can’t face him. A tear drops from the tip of my nose, I sniffle and laugh, “You’re so stupid.” I say to myself.
Jonah. Once was my baby, now is my enemy. Why though? Ugh, enemy is a strong word.
I heard he has another girlfriend. She’s in that black van with the rest of the guys’ and their girlfriends. And I’ll be in the same room with him and her. Dying inside. He’ll be smiling, laughing, and loving her. While I’m having a silent funeral. I hate her and I don’t even know her. It kills me to think that in his warm, comfy arms will be some other girl…and, not me.
Maybe I can get out of here before they get here. Yeah, I can run.
I walk towards the patio door, quickly wiping my face. I don’t see anyone inside so I rush towards the front door, my hair flowing behind me. I charge out of the door while looking back to make sure I’m leaving without an audience, but without looking where I’m going and trip down the cement steps onto the cement ground. “Fuck!” I mumble as my temple starts to throb.
“Paisley?” I hear someone say softly. I recognize that voice.
I was right, I look up to see Daniel and the boys staring at me, surprised. All the boys…including Jonah.
Jonah and his new girlfriend, Myla.
TO BE CONTINUED.
