1 Paris

Hey there thanks for at least starting to read this! But this is a ⚠️NOTICE ⚠️ . If u are uncomfortable with homosexual stuff, get away from me and my people cause I don't want u here. There will be homosexuals in and WRITING the book. Y/n is going to be pansexual because I do not know who you like but I want to include it all. I do not want homophobes to spread hate on it. So if you are homophobic, racist or aren't respectful to women, please kindly, fuck off. 🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼

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I sigh, plopping onto my bed after my day. I had finished my homework and made dinner for myself and left my mom and her boyfriends food in the fridge. Then I showered, brushed my teeth and washed my face.

And now here I am pulling my phone from its plug and rolling over to one side as my phone unlocked. Ever since school started they haven't had time to get mad at me for much so that's one thing education is good for.

I go onto Netflix and the theme song of "miraculous tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir" played. I snuggled in the blanket as I took off my socks. The episode beginning.

20 minutes later

"No wayyyyyy!!!!!" I threw my phone to the other side of my mattress as I bounced off and I pushed my self to grab it before it hit the floor. The corner of it touched the tips of my fingers as it stayed away from the floor. I let out a sigh and pull it onto the bed. I stare at the ceiling for a second before continuing my tantrum.

"I have to wait till 2021!!!!" I whined kicking my legs in the air as if I even had anything to do with the series. It's really trying it's best to keep me alive and I'm just beating it up. Talk about ungrateful. "2020 really sucks ass." I groan my short h/c hair covering my eyes.

"Ok let's try to be productive since my insomniac ass won't sleep till next week!" I hop from my bed and look through my room for something to do before I spot exactly what I need. "Yess!"

5 minutes later

"I'm In My BeD."

"YoU'rE nOt HeRe."

"AnD tHeRe'S nO oNe To BlAmE bUt ThE dRiNk In My WaNdErInG hAnDs."tears stream out of my watery eyes as I sat on my bed wrapped in blankets like a burrito as I cried everything out.

I take in a shaky breath. "WHAT AM I NOW? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? IM FALLING AGAIN, IM FALLING AGAIN, FALLING!!!

What if down? What if I'm out? What if I'm someone you won't talk about? IM FALLING AGAIN, IM FALLING AGAIN, IM FALLING!!!" I sob out hysterically mumbling out nonsense. I take in another breath about to say the next verse but something felt off now. I look up from my mattress my red eyes accustoming to the bright light coming from my desk lamp.

'Wait I don't have a fucking lamp. Or a desk for shits sake.' I furrow my brows as my brain tried to take in what I saw. "The fuck?" I look around the room I was in. It was brightly lit orange from the suns rays as it fell under the horizon. 'Wasn't it 9?' I get up from my bed and trip over my own two feet. I hit my knee and feel the stinging pain of a scrape. I hiss and sit down on the floor looking at my knee.

"No fucking way...did I die? Am I really that depressed I don't remember dying?...wait that's low key sick..." I gasp looking at every angle on my knee. Usually I would say what's wrong to myself like if I was my own doctor. But that's just it. Everything's fine. No blood no bruise. Nothing. Just my knee. My ugly but uninjured knee.

I must've sat there staring at my knee for what felt like minutes but based off of the sun was long enough for it to go down. I go to the window that had curtains covering the view. I pushed away the curtains and damn...

I never knew Paris looked so good in person.

Song belongs to Harry Styles