thirteen :: mgc

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A few days passed, nothing really happened. Just school, and home. And the occasional party, obviously. We didn't really do anything but that, it was like a broken record. I don't mind this broken record though, I will probably get tired of it in like a week but I'll enjoy it as of now. I'll admit it, it was slightly boring, doing the same thing over and over again, but I got over it. It was fun being with her all the time, she was a fun person in general.
Today, school flew by faster than usual and I found myself back in my car in no time, Teagan in the passenger seat. We were blasting music through the speakers and singing awfully but it was still fun. Everything was fun as long as I was with her, especially now, sharing a pointless funny moment with each other.
"I THINK SHE KNOWS. I THINK SHE KNOWS THAT SHES LOVESTONED," She yelled in a singing-like manner at the top of her lungs, people starring as they walked by. We were still in the school parking lot and I guess they didn't expect to see a girl singing like a mule at maximum volume in the parking lot without a care in the world what-so-ever.
That was part of her personality, carefree. She simply didn't give a fuck if people judged her for what she did. She could dance like a dad on a lunch table and he still wouldn't care if people thought she was delusional. That was just how she was and that was something that we both had in common, it was pretty cool if you ask me. We were both absolutely the carefree, don't-give-a-fuck, happy-go-lucky kind of people and that was awesome to me.
We didn't really have much in common before; or maybe we did but I didn't care to find out. We stayed our distances from each other and tried to steer clear from one another at all costs, it was mutually decided by both of us and I went along with that because I simply didn't care. But thats all changed now and I could barely imagine not spending all my time without her now, she was always by my side, or at least thats how it seemed. But I didn't care, I loved it.
"UPTOWN FUNK YOU UP, UPTOWN FUNK YOU UP," She shouted as we drove home. This was her new favorite song as well as mine. Bruno Mars really brought the life of the party to this song, just like all of his other songs and features. Yes, I am still bad ass. Just because I listen to Bruno Mars doesn't make me a pansy, I hope.
We made it home safely, which was a wonder since I was screaming lyrics nearly the whole drive here, I won't jinx it. I grabbed some snacks from the kitchen and headed to my bedroom, she was already on my X-box. I sat down next to her on my small couch and she handed me a controller without tearing her eyes off the screen. I took it and began to click and choose. We ended up playing some scary as fuck game that scared me more than it scared her. Wow, real bad ass Michael, my subconscious added. We went at it for hours until my butt went numb from sitting for so long. When I stood up I almost fell over from being so numb, it turned into a aching, annoying pain in the ass, literally. "Is this what is feels like the morning after rough sex for you girls?" I asked jokingly. She stood up and nearly fell on her face, "Yeah," She laughed. I laughed with her, "I feel bad for you guys now." She shrugged, "We basically ask for it." I raised my eye brow at her in surprise at her words, "Nevermind, I guess," I said.