the minor details

monday morning

hi to anyone reading this!! i hope you like this story, sorry if this chapter is a little uneventful, i'm just setting the scene:)

"ugh can you skip this song? it's too depressing. we need happy music!" i called across the kitchen.

"you're right. alexa play heaven is a place on earth!" gwen said.

"you know how cheesy that song is?" i said smirking to myself, because i really did like that song.

"that's why i HAD to play it just for you" gwen giggled as she wrapped her arms around my waist and rested her head on my shoulder. i leaned my head back onto her as i continued to chop the onions for our dinner. without realizing, tears starting spilling from my eyes. it was partially from the onions, but mostly because i was so. damn. happy. gwen unwrapped her arms from around me and turned my chin to face her.

"baby why are you crying? you're gonna make me cry dammit!" she said giggling.

"because i'm just so happy" i said, smiling through the tears. gwen put her hands on the sides of my face and said,

"do you have any idea how much i love you?"
i closed the space between our faces and softly kissed her lips. i thought to myself how i genuinely had never been this happy before.

A YEAR BEFORE

as i walked pass my full length mirror in my bedroom, i couldn't help but cringe at the sight of my tear stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes.

"jesus sara you look like hell!" my best friend, rhiannon, said. i love her, but right now the sight of her perfectly curled hair and pristine manicure was just too much. especially compared to my shirt that had a picture of the cheetos man and my hair that's been in a bun for three days.

"thanks i just got back" i said while throwing a tissue at her. not to sound too cliche, but you're probably wondering who the hell i am and maybe why my hygiene has been so bad. my name is sara, and my best friend's name is rhiannon (our parents are best friends and major fleetwood mac fans.) i've been in a major slump lately that hasn't gone unnoticed by rhiannon. my girlfriend of 6 months broke up with me to be with a guy. so yeah, you can imagine my pain. anyways i've been in bed all weekend, and somehow it's now monday morning. time does fly when you're sobbing your eyes out. today was the first day of my junior year, and i was dreading it with every fiber of my being.

"okay we have school in a half hour why the hell are you still in your sweats? we gotta get you looking hot as fuck today so we can make ilsa jealous" rhi said. i complied, and let her scrounge around my closet for a decent outfit, because at this point anything is better than my food stained cheeto man shirt. ilsa is my ex girlfriend that absolutely crushed my heart and sent me spiraling (in case you were wondering.)

"ALEXA!! play 'monday morning' by fleetwood mac!!!" rhi shouted. since our parents are best friends and obsessed with fleetwood mac, they passed that trait down to us.

"rhi i'm too depressed to listen to this right now" i said, going back to bed because there was no way in hell i'd be able to go to school.

"SARA ARE YOU GETTING DRESSED? RHI CAN YOU PLEASE GET SARA'S LAZY ASS OUT OF BED?" my mom shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

"ON IT MRS. NICKS!!" rhi quite literally dragged me out of bed and forced a comb through my matted hair. after 10 minutes of the worst game of dress up ever, i was looking hot as fuck and ready to face the day. i wore brown vintage pants, a black tank, a choker, and of course my trusty converse.