Fix Me | L.H

Arrogant

My alarm rang, waking me from my deep sleep. I grunted pressing the snooze button.

Sleep was very much needed since I had spent the whole night, yesterday, cleaning up the mess that Peter had made and I still didn't finish the overload of homework my teachers gave. Its as if they all seem to forget we have other classes.

My eyelids feel so heavy that they start to close again and my mind starts to feel hazy, until my alarm rings again.

"Mmmmm" Whining, I turn it off again.

After it rings a third time I know I have to get up or I'll be late, "Alright, alright." I sighed, gritting my teeth and turning it off before standing to my feet. Walking over to the mirror, I examined my hair just to find that it was too messy to just run my fingers though it, like I usually did. This time I would actually have to do something about it.

"Mmmmm" I whined. "How am I going to fix this?" Usually, my hair was decent and needed nothing but a little taming. Today was not one of the days.

I turned on my speakers and pressed shuffle on my Ipod. The first song that played was Fall For You, bye Secondhand Serenade. If there was one thing that I loved, it was my music and if there was one thing I couldn't live without , it was also my music. It kept me company in times of despair and happiness and sometimes music was what made me happy. Music is everything that life isn't. It's warm and full of beauty, It has the power to speak through simple beats and rhythms. It's true what they say. Music cures a lonely soul, even if only temporarily.

I opened my curtains, like I did every morning, so that a little more light would come in. My room was a little dull with cream color walls that sometimes made me feel suffocated. One of these days I would paint it a bright color that symbolized all that my life wasn't.

That's when I noticed a shape moving at the window across from me, about 10 feet away. I really wished I hadn't opened those curtains. I had an almost clear view of his room, if it weren't for the tree covering a small portion of it.

My eyes widened in astonishment at the little amount of clothing Luke had on. Just a pair of loose boxers hanging around his waist. My eyes traveled down his chest, down onto his toned torso.

Im sure my cheeks are as red as a tomato.  The tree that stood between our windows, didn't cover our view of each other at all.

I mentally slapped my self for staring at his toned body and looked up at his face in shock .

It was until I saw his cocky lazy smirk that I remembered I had on a pair of small shorts but thankfully, my t-shirt was long enough to cover up to my wide hips.

He put his lip ring in his mouth and then rolled his eyes as if I had nothing to be stared at.

I scoweled and quickly closed my curtains, realizing that my jaw was still wide open.

I wasn't suppose to see him that way.
I put my face in between my hands and sighed. What if I had been in the nude?

I had never had to worry about anyone seeing me through my window, nobody had lived in that house for the longest time.

Until now.

Not wasting anymore time, I picked out black skinny jeans and a white V-neck Tshirt.

I closed my eyes, trying to erase the image of him off of my memory.

I sang out loud to the song while I sat in front of my mirror to apply my mascara.

If there was one thing I couldn't do, it was to stay quiet when I knew a song or liked a song that was playing. My friend usually found that annoying but I couldn't help myself.