A P O C A P U S S Y L I P S//Louis Partridge

III

"When you're feeling low"

Even though I don't like myself, I must admit, I have good ass style.

I woke up, rolled onto the floor, layed there for a while, got up, did my skin care, did my makeup and picked out an outfit. The thing about picking out outfits is that I have the image in my head of what I'm going to wear but then when I look in the mirror I look like a literal cockroach. So I usually end up changing another four times before deciding on an outfit that I actually like.

I put on a bunch of bracelets to cover up my cuts and I put on some rings and necklaces. My stomach started growling but I didn't want to ruin my morning skinny, so I tried to ignore the pain of my hunger.I grabbed my bag and dashed to the bus stop.

I didn't like to sit with anyone on the bus. It was nice to feel alone in a bus full of people.

The bus ride ended far too quickly for my liking. When I got off the bus I was swarmed by my friends. Like I said before, I was a well liked person. I'm not trying to brag though. Because even though I have a good life, that doesn't mean I haven't gone through a ton of shit before. But that's a story for next time.

I smiled and laughed along with them until it was time for class.

My first period was french, which I had with Louis. I walked into class and sat down. I heard loud male voices echoing through the halls.

"Alright man, I'll catch you later"

I watched as he walked through the door and sat down, looking effortlessly pretty.

"bon cours, commençons" The teacher started, snapping me out of my trance.

(translation: alright class lets get started)

***

I walked down the halls to the theater room. I wasn't in the mood for human interaction at the moment. I don't really care about class too much. My parents weren't really in the picture anymore. They didn't care about what I did. Besides, I don't think I'm going to make it past 18 anyways.

When I got in however, there was already someone playing piano. They immediately stopped playing and their head shot up to see who had entered the room. I just stood there like a deer in headlights.

"Uh, sorry I didn't know someone was in here," I said

"Oh no it's fine, I was just practicing this song," he replied

"I didn't know you played piano,"

"Yeah I've been playing for a while. I'm self taught"

"You're really good, you know,"

"Are you implying that I thought I was bad," He jokingly questioned

"Must you create an issue out of everything, Mr.Partridge," I dramatically exhaled

"May I join you?" I asked

"Sure," He answered scooting over on the piano bench to make room for me

I sat down and placed my hands on the keys. I started to play 1 Step Forwards, 3 Steps Back by Olivia Rodrigo.

Once I finished the song I looked over at Louis who was quietly admiring me, resting his chin on his palm.

I blushed, "What's up with you, Partridge,"

"Oh nothing. You're just... really pretty,"

This boy.