Warnings- menations of death,no blood, badly written
Thank you to my friend who helped me with ideas-
Sure you were a clone of Marilyn Monroe, and yeah that sorta means you should look like her. But that wasn’t the case, in fact, you looked nothing alike.
Despite this, it still surprised many of your peers to find out you weren’t dating JFK. You were actually dating his best friend, Ponce de Leon.
Of course, this naturally meant that the three of you hung out most of the time.
While sometimes JFK would say some flirty comment toward you, you would always laugh it off. Saying how funny he was with his teasing.
I mean it wasn’t more than friends being friends, right?
The day after hearing how Ponce died, you were completely devastated.
The two of you were extremely closed to one another, even having planned a wedding between the two of you.
Days and days had gone by, in which you haven't left your room. You only went out for the bathroom and food, other than that you had completely isolated yourself.
You had gotten multiple texts by JFK himself, offering comfort. But many times you ignored them, still wanting to be alone.
Sooner or later you had to return to school, which you finally did two weeks later. You still looked like a mess, however, not caring to put any effort into clothing.
Most of your peers took one look at you, whispered something just quiet enough so you couldn't hear, and walked away.
She came up to you at the end of the day.
“Hey,” She placed her hand onto your shoulder “You need someone to talk to?..”
You had broken down in front of her, tears rushing down as they had done many times before. Strangely, it felt great afterward. Finally able to get out of the isolation mindset you had placed yourself in.
But just behind a corner, there sat JFK. Listening in anger.
Soon the two of you were talking every day, even hanging out just like you and Ponce did.
In fact, after a while, you felt your heart explode as Joan gave a cute smile or laugh.
At first, you wanted to deny the feelings, your heart still belonged to Ponce after all.
But after a while, the feelings get overwhelming. Every time she walks into the room, it makes you feel happy. Every time she smiles or waves at you, you feel your face warm up.
But that was soon taken away from you too
Joan had died, just like Ponce did…
This time you found out while waiting for her near the entrance.
You fell to your knees, wanting to scream out and cry. But all you felt was numbness. It stayed that way for the rest of the day.
A sense of deja vu filled you as JFK came up to you at the end of the day. You really didn’t listen to him, tuning him out. You only tuned back in when hearing the same words Joan said to you. “Er uh, You need someone to talk too?”
And so, the two of you started to talk. It made you happy that's for sure
You didn’t feel any romantic feelings toward JFK nor did you want to.
After losing two important people, you didn’t want to try love for a while.
It felt nostalgic whenever he would flirt with you, again you laughing it off. It made you think back to a simpler time.
One day, JFK asked, “You er wanna go to my house?”
You replied with a quick “sure!”
You were completely unaware of what the man had planned…
Soon the two of you arrived at his home, entering the home, and JFK quickly leading you into his room specifically.
You looked around the room for a moment, taking note of his room.
You turned around, asking “So what did you want to do?-”
You spotted the male locking the door behind him, a clear lovesick emotion on his face.
It didn’t seem like you would be leaving his house or his room anytime soon...
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