Page 3 of Conflicting Lyrics (Heartbreak Melody #1)

Yet, I can’t bring myself to leave it. To tell them I don’t want to live like this, that I want to live my life how I please.

Their disappointment, the pure horror that I know would be in their eyes if I ever uttered those words, is the only thing stopping me.

I can’t explain it. I don’t understand why I care so much. I just… do. And I hate myself for it. Hate them. The only person I don't hate is her.

Grabbing my phone off the side table, I see that it’s been almost two hours, and is ten minutes to ten pm.

Getting up out of bed, I quietly creep out of my room and down the hall to their bedroom. Peaking through the crack, my shoulders relax when I hear my father’s snoring and see my mother’s sleeping form in the bed.

Once I’m back in my room, I quickly get changed into my sundress, brush out my hair, shove my shoes into my purse, and adjust my pillows to make it look like someone's in the bed sleeping.

Carrying my phone and purse, I open my bedroom window and climb out onto the roof that covers the deck below.

Carefully, I slide down until I get to the edge, my legs swinging over the side ,and turn my body so that I’m on my belly. Letting myself slide off, I grip the edge and close my eyes, praying this drop won’t be too loud.

Once I’m on the deck, I pull my shoes out of my purse and slip them on before taking another quick look around, making sure no lights come on in the house before darting through the back gate.

As soon as the gate is closed, a rush of adrenaline hits me, and a massive smile takes over my face while I run down the back alley, not stopping until I get to the end.

And just like I expected, the little white car is waiting for me. Hurrying over to the passenger side, I yank open the door and slide in.

“Hey,” I say breathlessly as I look over at Ally in the driver’s seat.

She grins back at me. “Hey, yourself,” she laughs. “All good?”

I swallow hard, nodding. “All good.”

“Alright!” She cheers. “Let’s get fucked up!“

Two hours later, and we’re both drunk out of our minds. I’m not sure why, maybe it’s the stress of everything, of not knowing if I passed or not, or wondering what the future will bring, but I drank a lot more than I normally allow myself.

Usually, I try not to get drunk. Most times, I just get a little tipsy, nothing that would leave me with a hangover in the morning, because that's not something I can hide easily.

The only time I’ve ever been truly drunk, I had to lie to my mother and say I had the stomach flu when I woke up to puke my guts out.

But tonight, I let loose, and Ally has been loving every single moment of it.

“I love this song! Come on, dance with me!” Ally hops up off the couch we’re sitting on and grabs my hand, pulling me to my feet.

I let out a little groan as my head spins before Ally pulls me into the sea of people.

She wraps her arms around my neck, practically pressing us together from head to toe.

My body flushes at the way she moves her body with her eyes closed and head tilted back. I watch her, heart racing in my chest as she sings the lyrics to the song, her voice doing unthinkable things to my body.

She has an amazing voice, and listening to her sing is one of my favorite things. I could listen for hours and never get bored.

When her eyes open and lock on mine, a dazed smile takes over her lips while she continues to sing, and I smile back, singing along with her.

After a few more songs, Ally pulls me away from everyone, exiting the house for some fresh air.

“Come on,” she says, her hand wrapped around mine as she tugs me along through the back yard. She doesn’t stop, continuing to pull me through the gate door.

“Where are we going?” I laugh as we walk down the street. “Your car is down there,” I remind her, pointing in the opposite direction then the one we are going.

“Lulu, babe, I’m shit faced. There’s no way I can drive home.” She laughs, grinning over at me. “I’ll pick it up tomorrow morning. But that means we have to walk home. I know you need to get back, so I thought we could get a head start instead of trying to find a ride.”

My smile falls. I don’t want to go home. I’ve been having so much fun. I never want this night to end.

As we get close to the park that's just down my street, it’s my turn to use the grip on her hand to pull her off course.

“I need a little bit more time before going inside,” I let her know as we climb the little hill in the middle of the park.

We laugh as we trip over our feet, the alcohol still heavily in our systems.

Falling to the ground, out of breath, we roll onto our backs and look up at the sky.

“It’s crazy, you know,” Ally says after a few minutes of silence.

“What is?” I ask, turning my head to the side to look at her.

She turns her head too. “That we’re about to venture out into the real world. Part of me isn’t ready to grow up… wants to hold on to this part of my life. But the other knows that there are bigger and better things out there.” She smiles, and it takes my breath away.

Rolling onto her side, she tucks her hands under her cheek, and I do the same.

“I’m just glad I get to do it all with you, instead of by myself,” she whispers.

“Yeah,” I whisper back, my head spinning, body heating up.

She wiggles closer, and my body tenses. Propping herself up onto an elbow, I hold my breath as she reaches out, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

It’s just a simple touch, but it sets something off inside me.

The way she’s looking down at me… it’s different. Her eyes are lidded as she licks her lips. Possibly because of the alcohol?

I don’t dare breathe, dare blink. My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I wait for her to do something, say something.

“I want to take you away from it all,” she murmurs. “To give you the world. I want to make you happy, Lulu.”

I don’t think my damn heart can take this.

“You do make me happy,” I manage to get out, voice barely a whisper. “You're the only good thing in my life.”

She bites her lip, and I feel my brain go blank as I stare at the way her teeth dig into the soft flesh.

“I don’t want to do this with anyone else,” she says, getting my attention.

“Do what?” I ask, blinking rapidly.

“Everything, anything,” she huffs, and I swear her face gets closer to mine. “There’s nothing I want to do in this world if you're not there by my side.”

My breathing comes in quick pants now, unable to think straight. “W-what about your future girlfriend or boyfriend?” I ask, the idea of her with anyone else makes my stomach roll.

She smiles, and I was right, she was moving closer. Now she's right there, her lips so close to mine I think I might pass out from holding my breath too long. “What if I told you I didn’t want any boyfriend or girlfriend?”

“Ever?” I croak out. What is going on? How drunk am I? This isn’t real, is it? There’s no way she’s about to do what I think she is.

“Not unless it’s with you,” she murmurs. “It’s only ever been you, Lulu.”

And then her lips are on mine, and the whole world shifts beneath me.