RoomHate

by Penelope Ward

“We both came from broken homes, but from the moment I met you, my world seemed a little less broken.

“Temptation is natural. That doesn’t mean you should act on it.”

“This last song goes out to all the people who’ve ever had a certain kind of friend who drives you crazy—the kind that gets under your skin and stays there even when they’re not physically present. The kind with dimples you’ve been dreaming about since you were a kid. The kind with seafoam green eyes you get lost in. The kind that’s confusing as all hell. That kind. If you can relate, this song is for you.”

“I’d rather drink from you than some random cow.

He didn’t want something more with me, but he didn’t want anyone else to have me either.

“No one’s ever compared to you, Amelia. You have to know that.” My heart felt like it was going to combust upon hearing him say that.

“I’m losing you, and I haven’t even left yet.” He turned to me. “This tour is not worth that.”

“Don’t ever forget that I respect the hell out of you,” he said as he stuck his hand up my dress and grabbed onto my panties. “Why do you say that?” “Because I’m about to fuck you full of disrespect.”

“So sexy…seeing you wide open like that with my cum dripping out of you. Fuck, Amelia,”

All that time I spent mad at you…I could have been fucking you. What a dumbass.

I don’t like fighting with you. I love you. In case there was any doubt.

sometimes the thing we fear more than anything, is really what our soul craves the most.

“There is no music without you. Music is an expression of all of those things you live for…a reflection

of the passion within your soul. I live for you. You’re my passion. You’re my music…you and Bea.”