𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 (𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝙵𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛)

You're About to Be Pissed {Twenty-Nine}

"Satellite,
Shine on me tonight..."

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⚠️ATTENTION!!! Nothing in the following photos are mine other than the WORDS. All credit goes to the artists and photographers of the pictures included.⚠️

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It's been three days since From Her Point of View's music video was posted to Youtube.

Three days of constant phone calls. Three days of seeing Chaotic Primordial on a few news stations. Three days of never-ending phone notifications. Three days of Daemon Belle and Sal Fisher fucking losing it.

To say the least, the song was a hit and people are ravenous.

I'm in bed, Kenzie on my left and Ash on my right. They're both sleeping like little angels on this Saturday morning. I knew that Kenzie would become a good friend of mine, but she's scooted her way into me and Ash's girl group.

Kenzie isn't friends with Macy anymore either.

Anyway, Ash has her leg slung over me and Kenzie. Kenzie isn't much better with her hand on top of my head and her head on my shoulder. But I don't mind. These are my two girl bestie's and I wouldn't trade them for the world.

As I was saying-- I'm in bed with the girls on either side of me as I scroll through social media.

Dad named me, in his words, 'the instagram manager' so I have full access to their account, which is fun for me. I spend my mornings looking through all of their comments and tagged photos. It's usually the same thing over and over again, but that's the beauty of it all. Even if there are twenty people a day that say Chaotic Primordial is shit, there are hundreds of other people who spend their time talking about how much they love the band.

Today, a few people posted some old photos of my dad when he was still in his early twenties. It's nice to see my dad in his element, especially in these old photos even if he was struggling at the time because he's back and better than ever now.

Sal's name suddenly pops up on the top of my screen.

I purse my lips, my lungs burning as I refuse to breathe and acknowledge the excitement searing my veins.

Sal: hey, you up?

Me: Duh.

I take a picture of me buried in between my two friends, giggling as I press send and wait.

I stare at my screen, unmoving for about three minutes, just starting to assume he's busy or just decided to ignore my messages. Oh well, I guess. He's coming by sometime soon anyway, so I guess he just wanted to make sure now was a good time.

Yet I still find myself fretting over the fact that he hasn't texted me back. I have become ridiculously pathetic, keeling over backwards and downright snapping my heart in two because a boy didn't text me back.

I shut my phone off, and like a sign, it lights up immediately with Sal's name. Again.

I huff out a sigh of relief, scolding myself for overreacting.

Sal: wowza😍

Kenzie's head gets catapulted into the air when I slap a hand over my mouth. I struggle to hold in my laughs as Kenzie smacks her lips and flips over, shoving her back into my side.

Focusing in on my phone screen, my eyes widen with... well, I'm not sure what emotion I'm feeling. My heart is definitely running a marathon and I might throw up, but there's a sense of impending doom kind of hanging over my head. He shouldn't flirt and I definitely shouldn't flirt back.