My City Boy

IV: Is He Single?

The golden light of the sun hits the side of my face. I make a serious, but cute face and click the white button on the bottom of my phone's screen. I take a few more selfies. Looking all cute like this is a go-go for Instagram. 

Post. Yes, those photos are the bomb! Ahhh I look so cute.

I only posted a few seconds ago and tons of boys and girls online like my photo. I then get a notification. Juliana_Rafols commented on your post. 'BRO I MISS YOUU, YOU LOOK STUNNING MISS!' I reply with, 'NAHHH YOU'RE STUNNING! I MISS YOU TOO'

I smile at my phone. If I didn't go on this trip, I would've hanged with Juliana and her sister. Then Juliana, Mikayla, Shelby, Connor, and I would've gone to a restaurant together. But all is well here in New York. Maybe it's better that I'm away from my friends.

"Everyone! Come down to the kitchen!" Mom yells.

I hear Nico and Brandon's steps as they walk down the stairs. Their steps echo. After them was Layla running down as fast as she can without tripping on a stair.

"What are we having for dinner?" I ask my mom and dad.

"Well, we decided we wanted to go out to eat. Maybe walk around and look for a place to have dinner. That would be nice right?" Mom says.

"Ooh yes! Could I just take a quick shower? I don't wanna look gross." I say, feeling musty.

"Go ahead! Just don't take forever like you always do," she asks nicely.

"I promise I won't take long," I say with a big smile.

As I walk to the bathroom, I remember that I have to unpack my toilet trees. So I quickly run up the stairs and swung open my suitcase. I grab shampoo, conditioner, a hair mask, face wash, razor, body wash, and lotion.

I walk down the stairs so I don't slip. I mean, this would be the worst day ever if that happened. I look around the room. Seems like everyone left to get ready too. I walk to the bathroom door and opened it with my left hand that didn't have a heavy bag. I drop my bag at a tall whitish-goldish table near the shower. I pull off my tank top and pajama shorts. I slip off my undergarments and slide the glass door open. I grab my shampoo and turn the nozzle to warm. I squeeze out the shampoo onto my hand. I grab my hair and gently scrub the shampoo into my hair. My hands feel up to my scalp and I wash off any dirt that somehow gets into my hair follicles. I quickly grab my conditioner and place the shampoo down as fast as a cheetah can run. The shampoo falls onto the floor, leaving a mess all over the place. Great. I have to clean myself, and the floor. As I take my quick shower, I start to think about the cute guy I ran into. His smell still lingers in my nose. His great ocean eyes remind me of the beach. And how his hair just flopped on his face when he looked down at me. GAH! No no no no! I need to stop. I trusted in a guy before, and I get harassed. I can't let that happen again. But, there's something different about him.

I get out feeling way cleaner than ever. I flip my hair down like that girl from Ring and wrapped a towel around my hair. I toss it up while looking at the mirror. Man, I look sexy. I wash my face with a face wash and cleaned my face up while my body dried. I pull a pair of jean shorts on with a plain black crop top. I slide my socks on and run out of the bathroom to put on my white Air Force 1s.

I brush my hair and blow-dry it thoroughly. I then rush up to my room to find my jewelry and perfume. I look in the mirror in the room that I'm sharing with Layla. I'm looking fresh.

"I'm ready!" I call out, hanging my towel up so it dries.

"UGH! About time!" Nico yells back.

"Okay Hunny, we're already done. Let's get going," Mom yells out.