It’s amazing how long two weeks can feel. You missed everyone so much. One hour down, a lot of hugs, and even more fake smiles. You still love the reactions you get when you walk into a room.
"you're so beautiful when you've convinced yourself that no one else is quite as beautiful"
You strut around, arms linked, sunglasses still on, and see a lot of familiar faces, and a lot of others that you don’t care to know. “WHO IS THAT?!,” you say to each other, almost simultaneously. She’s cute, you both think bitterly. You don’t like that she’s talking to one of your boys…
"jealousy’s the cousin, the cousin of greed"
“BRIANNA,” you say in unison. You fail to notice she only says one of your names. After the hugs you ask “Who’s she?” “Don’t know. She’s new and cute.” “We know that much. Why is he talking to her?” “She’s new… and cute.” “Whatever.”
As you both walk off a little more dramatically then necessary, thoughts run through your head. “She has no idea what she’s getting herself into.” “This place is ours. These boys are ours.” “Don’t worry, she’ll understand that perfectly by the end of the night.”
"Get out while you can or she’ll tear you to pieces."
As they breeze by you, you follow them out, just to see where they're off to. You've both been in her shoes a few too many times not to know the routine. You turn the opposite way to head into the band room. So many boys, so little time. How many girls get to kiss the headlining boys as a greeting? You own this place, and new girl needs to know hers.
This is CHARM CITY and no one gets in your way.