Lainey Buckwell
I can't feel my face when I wake up. It's a terrible feeling, one where you can't even open your eyes they feel so heavy. And my head feels like if I were to make it piece a sentence together it would just fray like string.
Fare is sleeping next to me. I don't really question it when I wake up with her next to me, she gets lonely in her bed. She's my best friend and I'd let her sleep next to me if she needed.
I lay in my bed for a minute before checking my phone. It's early, around eight but I have a meeting today I need to be up for.
I stumble out of bed almost tripping on nothing. I knew that party last night was a bad idea. I knew it when I walked in, I knew it when I got my first drink and I knew it when we got in the uber to get home. But it's college right?
Me, Fare and my two other friends shared a basic apartment. Fare and I shared a room while Juliet and Georgiana share one.
My best friends are the best people I know besides my mom. I would defend them through fire, rain, water and wind. All elements, all land.
I wonder to the vanity in my room. Fare and I's make up mixed up together. I just grab whatever foundation I can find. It's a shade too light for my fall skin but it's fine. I just needed to look non hangover.
Mascara that's not mine rests on my eyelids as I work on taming my brows. I liked my face generally. I liked my so called fox eyes and there nice shade of green color. Freckles that I never covered and fluffy brown hair which always laid in a different way.
I found an old half full cup of coffee on my desk. Not caring I drank the rest, it was probably from getting ready yesterday. Hopefully it wasn't Fare's cause she drinks decaf.
I put on my only professional outfit. It was the one I wore to every meeting I had to go to. Today was the biggest one though and my hair still looks like a bat out of hell.
Today I was meeting with the head coach of the University of Georgia football team. Today I was supposed to convince him why I should be the teams student photographer.
I had a lot of competition but I one thing my competitors didn't. Being a girl. It was a good card to play at a university trying to up there openness.
"You always look pretty but you look exceptional today." Fare is sitting up on the bed with a smile on her face. Fare's love language is so clearly words of affirmation. She tells me random lovely things all the time and sometimes I humor her and tell her stuff about herself. Compliments make her glow.
I smile at her from the mirror. "You look like someone's dead cat, go shower." Words of affirmation isn't my love language.
Fare frowns then leans back into the bed and pulls a pillow over her face. I know shoving her off was a bad idea but I needed to focus. Hell I needed to be perfect today.
"Go back to sleep, Fare." I tell her as I slowly shut the door like a mother putting her kid to sleep.
"Have a good day." She mumbles mostly into the pillow before making herself more comfortable. Neither of my other roommates are out in our living room or kitchen.
We've got one bedroom with a bathroom which goes to them and the guest bathroom is me and Fare's. I run water over my face trying not to smudge my make up but also become more alert.
The artificial cheap apartment lighting helps with my terrible pores. Hiding them from the judgmental eyes of mine in the mirror.
I step out of the bathroom and make it outside my apartment. Being on the first floor was a blessing truthfully and begin the walk to the stadium where I'm meeting Mr. Tim Grange.
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