BETTY
Sometimes it's nice to get out of the suburbs for a while. The perfect balance can be rather tiring. The same picket fences, the same cookie-cutter suburbia.
Sometimes I wish I had never gone to New York City, never spent the summer at that internship. I would have never found James again.
After my work at the internship one day, I sat in Centennial Park, reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, summer reading for school. Across the street, a little yogurt shop stood, and I sighed, giving in to my hunger. A lean young man wearing a teal shirt served me honey-drizzled vanilla yogurt, with his number on the back of the receipt. I looked up, surprised.
"I'm James," he said. "I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me after my hours are over?" I smiled hesitantly.
"Betty," I replied, with a shake of his hand. "You know I used to have a friend named James, but he moved away."
"You wouldn't happen to be from Pennsylvania, would you, Betty?" His face lit up, and his smile was adorable.
"I would," My face broke into a real smile. "Are you...really my James?"
And from then on we began an eager conversation, catching up on each other's lives, and falling very much deeply in love.
It's stupid of me, but that summer is the best of all of my life. Spending that time with him, walking on the High Line, dancing under streetlights, dinner dates...it was as though the Fates had joined us with one gold thread tying us together.
Like we were tied together by an invisible string.
Little did I know the following summer would be the worst of my life.
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Fanfictionthe story of betty, james, and augustine, and their rebounding heartbreak ~ based on taylor swift's studio album, folklore ~ credit to t. swizzle, whose work this is based on. ~ also this is just my interpertation of the album. fight me if u want i...
