I see you fading; Laurel&Flynn
It was starting to show, the way she had changed, but still she as the only one who neglected to see it. If anything Laurel thought she was building up her character, making herself more appealing in the eyes of the only one she wanted to be seen by. Laurel was in denial of the fact that this was not something she could win, the heart of her best friend that only saw her as that, his best friend. She ignored the speeches from her friends and the gossip that concerned him sleeping around with other guys. She wanted so badly to believe that he would come around, that she would get the fairytale ending she had always dreamed of and if that meant going through a little bit of heartache before then, then she said so be it.
Smoothing her hands down the front of her skirt which seemed to be getting shorter with each passing week, she could only be glad she had managed to get up that morning. She had been out the night before, having tagged along with Christopher to some club, but it wasn’t much later in the night that she couldn’t find him and she was left alone with one gin and tonic after the other. Twisting her hair into a knot atop her head, she examined her reflection in the rearview mirror of her old beat up pickup truck. It was the only thing about her that had remained the same. She always felt like herself again when she was out on the road. If only it were possible for her to drive the dusty roads of the world for the rest of her days without a care.
Coating her lips with a sheen of lip gloss, she told herself sh was better off that such a dream was just that, a dream. It wasn’t really the kind of happy ending she would want for the ending of her story. Parked outside a local bakery, she licked her lips for it had been too long since she had had one of their infamous muffins. It had been a few weeks now since she had been in, this mainly being because she was too busy trying to show a certain someone what could be his if only he was willing to give them a chance. Picking at a few loose treads on her blouse, she didn’t want to think about how disappointing these last few weeks had been either. Christopher still only ruffled her hair and referred to her as kid, but if she gave up on the one thing she had always wanted, what would she have then?
A fuck ton of nothing was far as Laurel was concerned.
Pushing her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose, she retrieved her wallet out of the console and stepped out of her truck in the six heels people could only be baffled by how she managed to walk in such contraptions. The chime of the door as she pushed it open brought a slight smile to her lips; the brunette breathing in deeply the sweet scents that surrounded her. She had found this place by chance, but it had almost become that place she went to when she needed a break. Their baked goods always had the charm to turn her mood around when it was sour and the way her mouth was practically salivating made it clear how much she had missed this place.
Stepping up to the counter, Laurel pushed her glasses up so they sat on the top of her head, grinning widely when a familiar face emerged from the back. Flynn was what she would call a friend of sorts, always being quite friendly with her when she did come in. There had been a few times where she had stayed around well after she was already done her muffin, talking with the boy as if they had always known each other. She had a friend who was always pushing Laurel to go after him instead of painting herself out to be a fool by chasing after some fantasy that was never going to become reality. She never appreciated hearing such things. Besides, she was sure there was only one person that really could put up with her.
“Long time no see.” She gave the boy a crooked smile. Though she was smiling, people like Flynn who paid attention could see that she was fading. It was clear from the way her clothes hung off her that she had lost a fair amount of weight these past few weeks and the expression she wore was one that belonged to someone who had wasted away the night before at the bottom of a bottle. “Please tell me you have muffins fresh out of the oven for your favorite customer.”
