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Somebody Else (Story) (WOOP WOOP)

I was bored- so here's a one shot inspired by the song, "Somebody Else" by The 1975 :D

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Our relationship was always a competitive thing. Both of us relied on the challenge that came with it; to keep this 'love' going. But at the end of the day, after a long day of working in that rotten Hamburger stand I work at, I always contemplated if I still loved her. After moving in with her this past year, we've lost spark and now when we return home we just say "hello" and head right into bed. I don't think it'll work out.

She came into our apartment, slamming the door as she came in angrily as she stomped the ground. Her blonde hair lying on her shoulders as her brown eyes spoke the sentence of, "That ass!" as she shouted loudly which wasn't music to my ears- more of 'terrible' music to be honest.

"What was it now, Rowan?" I asked, my eyes dull without a sense of interest. She sighed as she putted her hands of her hips, tapping her shoes on the wood paneling as she looked at me in a disappointed way.

"My boss fired me- she said I had 'anger problems' which made her have a much more harder time! Like seriously, what's her deal?!? If she should fire anybody it should've been Robert, that idiot is always late to work!" She shouted irritatedly. Me, on the other hand, adjusted my earphones (which was playing my favorite song, "The Sound" by The 1975) and made the volume higher- I already had experiences when Rowen was angry and oh didn't I want to experience it again.

Rowen, actually, was an employee at the boutique, "B E A T I F Y" which was located at the local mall downtown. I wasn't surprised by this, to be completely honest. One time I dropped by there because she forgot her bag, and when I entered the store I saw her arguing with a costumer, probably how she was holding up the line or something. She always had anger problems, raving out on her parents back in the day was really a big part of her life. Whenever she came home from school, her parents would scold her and get her phone- but when they did, she went all out and got hella angry like someone just left her all the work on a GROUP project at school. She was a demon when she was mad, so it really wasn't that shocking to me seeing she was lashing out at this (probably) idiotic costumer. Ever since then, her boss got more angry at her frequently; telling her how she be more 'patient' and calm towards people. No wonder why she fired her, huh.

"That sucks," I stated. "So, what next job are you gonna apply for?"

Giving me an 'are-you-actually-serious' face, she rolled her eyes and said: "I honestly don't know, Stephan. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I didn't drop out of college. . . I messed up a lot, didn't I?"

Rowan and I met back at our senior years of high school, when I used to be a considerable 'jock' while her being the 'smart' and 'quirky' girl. I used to be that jerk who would look down on lower class people, and looking back at it now, I really regret it. I was a disgrace to my family, a bully who ruined peoples' lives, and worse of all, I pulled up that act just because I wanted to be somebody- I was insecure and afraid. But then, like literal every cheesy and cliché romance story ever, I met Rowan and she made my self-esteem boost up; even though I was horrible to her at first. We then decided to go the same school together, and when in our Freshmen years, Rowan met this 'bad boy' named Mark. Mark influenced her into doing bad things, and later convinced her to drop out of college to live with him and his friends at their apartment. Sure she was really smart and quirky, but she was extremely native and gullible- still up to this day. When she dropped out of college and upset her parents, she moved into her 'boyfriend's' apartment with his roommates. A month later he broke her heart and left with another girl, and that leaded to her knocking at my dorm at Wednesday midnight, her eyes red like a tomato as I attempted to console her. She couldn't look at her parents anymore from what she did, so she decided to rent a small apartment near my college and work in a McDonalds from across the street. I would always visit her and sometimes ask for advice on my studies, this happened until I finally graduated. From them Rowen and I moved into San Francisco to live a new life. This 'new life' that is.

Sitting beside me on the sofa while her heading resting on my shoulder, I paused the music (via the earphones since I didn't want her to notice) and stroked her hair as I looked up at the ceiling. "Yeah, you did. But it's part of being human, I guess. You make mistakes, you make terrible decisions, and you make nothing but your life harder for yourself. . . But at the end of the day you're still human, and isn't that a great feeling of knowing that? To know that you're actually, something? To be honest, forget I said that. That sounds so cheesy and stupid, never mind."

She laughed softly, "That does sound cheesy and stupid. But at least you're smart enough to know that it is, huh?"

"Wow the insults wowwwwwww," I scoffed.

And by that moment, she stood up from the sofa and positioned her posture in a more 'formal' manner. "Stephan; I hate this life we've created."

My eyes big in shock, a look at her with my now furrowed eyebrows. "Excuse me; person who suggested this idea in the first place?!?"

"Oh whatever. Anyway, I think that this life is boring as hell. When I suggested, 'moving into San Francisco' I didn't mean it like this, mediocre lifestyle! I want us to pursue our dreams, and by working at a boutique and burger joint isn't going to help it. I say we move into France, and by there we'll actually begin life. The life I've always wanted."

"Are you freaking crazy, woman?!? We don't even have enough money yo go there! And we don't even know how to speak their language, idiot!"

She sighed, "Fine. I may have went overboard, but you get what I mean. What do you think those years of working at McDonalds and B E A T I F Y  was for? Yup, this idea."

My eyes spoke the words of 'wtf' and I took a moment of time to process what she was saying. "Ugh, we can do it. BUT; I say we go to Australia instead of freaking France. That's just dreaming too big, Row."

"Fiiine," she said with a pouted face. "WE'LL LEAVE TOMORROW, THEN."

"Uh-huh. Really looking forward to this 'probably-gonna-flop' idea," I said with a big smile plastered on my face.

"Shut up, Stephan."

"Gladly, Row."

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THIS ISN'T THE TYPICAL CHEESY/CLICHÉ STORY I SWEAR. Part two, anyone? ;))
I also have the slightest temptation to make this an actual book, should I? *gasp*
BYEEE CHILDREN ❤️❤️

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