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ClaireI'd never really understood why people listen to songs about relationship break-ups when they're going through a break-up themselves. I always wondered why anyone would choose to make themselves more depressed with the same song on repeat. Now I understand completely, thanks to Andrew Stephenson and his lips, the harrowing song I'd had playing on repeat, since he drove me home from the park without a word uttered between us, was speaking volumes to the crushing agony inside my chest.I didn't ask for him to kiss me but I wasn't going to stop him either, I never asked for him to take up space inside my head but there he was, consuming my every thought, the good thoughts from the way his tongue felt as he swept it against my own so naturally, to the bad thoughts of him telling me that the kiss, my very first kiss ever, was a mistake. He stole my first kiss out from under me and left me feeling ashamed and embarrassed.Even if I was terrible at kissing, surely there would have bee

AndyI open the passenger side door, and she gets in without a word. When I sit down in the driver's seat, I feel her eyes burning into me, and I don't know why, but a part of me loves that I have her attention, her curiosity delights me, and her purity fascinates me. She's spent her whole life being the good girl, never straying from the path, but wanting to, she needs to learn that a little trouble can make life interesting."You get one question, just one, so make it a good one." I permit her because I can sense she's going to burst if she doesn't get the answers she's been seeking as to why I just randomly showed up at her place, especially since I made such a huge deal about not being able to work on the assignment today because I have counselling with my dad.Silence fills the air as we drive, I thought for sure she'd jump straight to 'where are we going?' or "why did you ditch counselling?' but the longer she takes the more I sense that she has a deeper desire to get to the cor

Andy"How was school?" Dad asks me as soon as I walk through the door, No, hi Andrew, it's great to see you, Andrew, nope, he goes straight into counsellor mode, asking questions to try and invoke some sort of emotional reaction from me."Fine." I huff, taking the stairs two at a time, just to get away from him. I throw my bag down onto my chaotic mess on the floor and pace around my room, trying to kill time. There's no avoiding it, though, I may as well just go get it over with so I can salvage some of my afternoon.I hate these counselling sessions, they're a complete waste of my time and energy. I don't want to talk about what I'm feeling, I don't want my every word to be psychoanalysed, I just want my life to go back to how it was before, although that's not a possibility.When I enter the dining room, I find that he's set up the table with bags of potato chips and a glass of Coke, as if I'm a child who needs incentives to talk. He can shove his bribes fair up his asshole.I take

ClaireAndy is like a puzzle that I just can't figure out, this morning when he took me for a driving lesson, we were having fun, laughing and talking, it even felt like we could be becoming friends but that all seemed to disappear once we got to school, Andy slipped back into pretending like I didn't existed. What frustrated me more than anything, though, was that I couldn't get my mind off of him; he was living rent-free in my thoughts, and I didn't like it.I'd never allowed anyone, especially a boy, to get under my skin before. I found myself becoming increasingly angry with his behaviour and I couldn't even confide in Jupiter about why I was angry at Andy because then I'd have to admit to her that he took me driving and that was a whole can of worms I wasn't ready to spill out so I just watched as the silent war brewed inside of me, threatening to erupt at any given moment.I just don't understand how someone can be so sweet and friendly when we're alone, but then in public, he i

AndyMy Dad has always said I have a saviour complex, a need to fix a problem. He claims I got it from him, which pissed me off because I never wanted this curse, but I just can't control myself. I was hoping after Pia it would go away, but no, I just had to open my big mouth and bait Claire into telling me why she doesn't drive, and now I have a problem that I feel I need to fix.Why did I push it? So what if she doesn't drive? It wasn't directly affecting me in any way. I don't even like the girl yet now I feel compelled to help her. She's probably just going to yell at me or slam the door in my face again anyway, which means I get out of doing this, but my stupid brain convinced me I still had to give it a shot.I arrived at her house with plenty of time to spare. The last thing I needed was being late on my second day at Brixton. My heart was in my throat as I timidly knocked on the front door. Seconds passed that felt like hours before I heard the shuffling of feet on the other s

There was a part of me that didn't want Andy to enter my room. It was my own private oasis, and I felt that his presence could threaten that, but I knew it was the only place in the whole house where we'd be able to get the work done on our assignment in peace.Growing up, Andy and I spent endless hours in my room, building pillow forts and watching episodes of Bluey, but that all changed once he hit high school. Invitations to my room were met with a scowl of displeasure or just ignored completely. I didn't know what to expect when I suggested going up to my room, but Andy followed me upstairs without a word."There's a lot less pink than I remember." He remarked as I swung open the door to reveal my navy blue painted walls and queen-sized bed, covered with a mauve bedspread. The giant dollhouse I'd once kept in the corner had long been replaced by a desk, which I kept neatly organised. My childhood posters on the walls were gone too and in their place were paintings my Aunty Shay de