-Jonah Marais has my heart-

Sunset

Purple and Blue

Fill the sky

Birds chirping running

Inside

A soft hand touches

Mine

I look to my right and

See a smile growing

I lean in a sparks fly

Children start ooing

We start laughing

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Jack loves me

You are not a party person. One night, when Jeff Atkins makes you attend one, that changes. One silly party game changes everything.

 (Jeff Atkins x Fem!Reader) (2842 words)

“I don’t know Jeff, it just isn’t really my thing.” Jeff shook his head, eyes still on the road. He was driving you home, like he always did after school. It became second nature for him to find you at your locker and drag you out to his car, insisting to drive you. His kindness was one of the many perks of being friends with Jeff Atkins. However, his affinity for attending parties was a downside. You didn’t enjoy the noise or the people, but Jeff seemed to live off of it.

“C’mon Y/N, it’s going to be awesome. Jessica Davis is hosting too,” he said it like the fact a known-party girl was hosting was a rarity. You rolled your eyes as Jeff turned onto your street.

“I just, I don’t know,” you said quietly. Jeff pulled the car into the driveway of your house, parking it at the top. He shut off the car and turned in his seat to look you in the eyes.

“Okay, Professor ‘I Don’t Know’,” you laughed at his words, “I will be right here, in your driveway, at eight at night ready to pick you up.” He smiled at you sweetly, trying to win you over. If it wasn’t for the way his eyes sparkled when they looked at you, you’ve remained silent.You threw your hands in the air, in dramatic defeat.

“Fine, I’ll be ready.” Jeff laughed as you opened the car door and grabbed your bag. “I’ll see you at eight,” you said and shut the door. He watched as you walked up your porch and opened your front door when you heard Jeff yell.

“Dress to impress!” You turned around and gave Jeff the finger, causing him to laugh as he pulled out of the driveway. You watched as he car traveled down the street, biting your bottom lip as you did. Jeff Atkins was your friend, so why did you feel butterflies tickling your tummy at the thought of going with him to a cliche, High School party?

       “Y/N, Jeff is here! Are you going-” As you walked into your mother’s line of sight, her speech trailed off. You weren’t totally dressed up; you had just thrown on an outfit you knew Jeff liked. His hold on you, had shaped the way you acted. Jeff wasn’t your friend because he wanted you to change, he was your friend because you were who you were. But you couldn’t help but try to hint that you wanted more than friendship to bloom between the two of you.

      “You look great Y/N/N,” your mother said. You nodded a thanks to her as you walked towards the door.

      “I’ll be back around ten, no later. I’ll text you if something comes up.” You spoke as you as you put on your jacket.

     “Alright,” you mom said, “have fun. Not too much fun!” You smiled as you walked out of the door and out onto the porch. You saw Jeff rummaging around in his seat, as if looking for something. When he looked up at you, you almost giggled at his expression. Even through the window, you could see that bright, dumb smile. You walked over to the passenger side door, popping inside once you opened it. You buckled quickly, not looking at Jeff as you did. When you did look at him, you found that he was already staring at you.

   “You look,” he raised his hand in the air and tried to formulate the words he was looking for in the air.

     “Wow, thanks Atkins,” you teased and Jeff chuckled. He looked down to his lap and then back up at you, as if he couldn’t believe something. Another long moment passed until you spoke up.

      “So are we going or?” Jeff blushed and put the car in reverse. Seconds later, you were on your way to a night you would remember forever.

I’m at school from 7 am to 2 pm.

I take the bus at about 6 am and arrive before 7 am.

I wake up at 5 am so I can get ready and actually eat breakfast.

I should get eight hours of sleep, 9 pm to 5 am.

I should participate in after school activities, 2 pm to 4 pm.

I should spend two hours doing homework and studying, 4 pm to 6 pm.

That is 9 pm to 6 pm the next day dedicated to school. 21 hours of my day for school. 

Only 3 hours left over to relax, go to appointments, have a social life, surf the web, watch Netflix, eat dinner, participate in activities outside of school, be creative, do chores, read, exercise, etc.

WOW look at that HEALTHY and FOCUSED lifestyle.

School makes everyone miserable. Students aren’t living; we are surviving.

I get it, school is important; but we are drowning.

Teachers claim that we have it so much easier because we have the internet and phones, etc. But that just turns into an excuse to pile on more work.

The sound of my alarm clock fills me with dread, even when i don’t have school. Even just hearing that note can change my mood in an instant.

School has too much of our time to itself. We feel trapped.

Everyday I see people in the halls who just look empty. I see people fighting to stay awake in the afternoon. We recede. See the point of it.

It’s not just when will I ever need to use trig; it’s why am I learning about Kings I can’t remember from countries I know nothing about at seven thirty in the morning.

Students seem to be treated as not quite human. We have no advocate. We have disgusting facilities. We aren’t given the luxury of tissues, nor the privilege of good food. We are seen as untouchable by the “real world”. Nothing bad can happen to us. School is the only important thing right now, we’re told.

Serious note here. Let’s be real with each other.

You may have noticed my blog filling up with more reblogs and random posts of me sayings shit a lot more than my own creativity content.

Truth be told. I’ve lost all my inspiration.

I no longer find joy in drawing and the ideas no longer flow.

I no longer find simple things that trigger an entire story.

I no longer have the creativity to create

Unfortunately like many others. My spark has died.

I have tired to force myself to write. I have tried to force my self to draw. But I am never happy with what I do. And when I’m not happy with it. It never gets that many notes or anything as it’s clear to me that other people don’t enjoy it. So I would rather not post anything at all than post something no one will enjoy.

Yes. I have things in my drafts but a lot of what’s in there have been there from when I first started writing over a year ago.

It’s not fair to me or you guys. So I am admitting it now that I no longer have my spark for creativity and that I will not be posting anything to do with it until I get that spark back.

I’m sorry

I know I am letting a lot of you down who have requested but I haven’t had inspiration for about 4 months now.

Art and writing was always something I enjoyed so I truly am sorry that I can no longer share that with you.