Every Last Word

by Tamara Ireland Stone

And I’m not a kid. I’m sixteen. He’s only nineteen.

Oh girl.....

I study her eyes. They’re narrow and hooded, but I’m no longer trying to figure out how to apply eye shadow to open them up. They’re pretty the way they are. Her hair doesn’t seem so stringy either, and I’m not dying to cover up her blemishes. I’m just happy she’s here.

Good

You’re a good person who made a mistake.”

I honestly disagree

Besides, I’m not like the rest of them. I don’t need to be here. I have friends. I feel guilty for thinking it, but it’s true.

Lol i do not like her at all shes a bad person

I’m sure it would all come back to me.

Okay she actually ate that up that was beautiful

Eventually, it seemed easier to just stop talking.”

:(

Now it only hits me when I get really nervous. Like, when I’m sitting in my driveway in a girl’s car.”

OMG

“Do you want to come in?”

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“Do you want me to?” “Yeah.”

I need a heart emoji

“I haven’t thought about this song in ages. I’ll have to learn to play it for you.”

Thats ADORABLE

But I’m still not about to tell AJ my secret.

Ur an idiot

And I think I speak for all of us when I say that it’s not for the better, sweetie.”

Ew holy condescending

“Caroline Madsen committed suicide…in 2007.”

O P E

It wasn’t enough.

Im sick to my stomach over this

At the top of his driveway, I pull the emergency brake hard and scramble out of my car.

She didnt check to see if she parked on a 3 lowk in tears

thinking about how perfect he is, maybe not in every way, but in every way I need him to be.

Every last one.

This made me choke up a little