the media picture is who i think ryan would look like. its selena gomez before she dyed her hair all-black. if you have any other ideas please comment.
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"Time for school" I hear my mom saying gently in my ear as she tries to shake me awake.
"I don't want to" i say, flipping to my stomach. My voice slightly muffled by my pillows.
"Get up" mom chuckles
"No"
"Two more minutes and you better be up"
"Fine" i grumble, exasperated.
I grudgingly grab a random pair of black long sleeved t-shirt and skinny jeans.
"Here's you bacon and kiss honey" my mom says pecking me on the cheek.
I thanked her and headed out the door, but not before tripping on a box just sitting on the floor. That, ladies and gentleman, was dear Ryan Jennings life. otherwise known as my life.
Cursing under my breath, I open the door with one hand, nursing my poor foot with the other.
The bus comes down the street. Bruised foot forgotten, I run as though my life depended on it, to the bus stop. I wave furiously at the bus driver, at the last moment he sees me and he stops the bus.
"Thanks" I say, smiling at the bus driver, who grunts.
I head to the back of the bus
"Hey you, emo chick, wanna do things?" a teenage boy yells from the front.
I roll my eyes.
"Sit here!" Sophie, my best friend screams while furiously patting the spot next to me.
"Ok ok, calm your ticks!" i say in a teasing manner.
"What did you say?" Sophie says, her face pale.
"Ticks" I repeated, and then frown. "Why?"
"Nothing" she says and then snorts, and laughs, really loud. It catches the attention of half the people in the bus. I blush.
"I'm just messing with ya!" she laughs while trying to control her breathing. I blush again.
"You should have seen your face!" she bursts out laughing for the second time. i blush even harder.
"Ya? Well you should have seen yours!" I retorted childishly and crossed my arms in a defiant manner.
"Relax" her face goes sober. "But you know I love you right?"
My heart warms. "Of course. Best friends forever?" i say sticking out my pinky finger.
"Forever and ever" she grins, hooking her pinky finger to mine. It was our thing, whenever we fight, no matter how small, we made up by doing the pinky promise.
"Scoot over" we hear a gruff voice. i look up. There's a grinning Sam staring down at me. I roll my eyes at him.
"What if we don't want to?" i challenge him teasingly.
"To bad" he says shrugging his shoulders. He pushes us aside and squeezes in. I pout. He grins. This goes on for a while before Sophie hugs him.
"You're alive!"
"Yeah, yeah. And I'd like to stay alive for a little longer, alright?"
"Yeah and I'd like 25 pounds of eatable gold." she says hugging him even tighter.
"Alright break it up" I wheeze out. They were seated on either side of me and i couldn't breathe.
"Nah, we're good" they both say in a little kid voice simultaneously.
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