Badass s.m.

Now: Part 4

"I needed to see, needed to know, needed a whole lot more"

-Ellen Hopkins, Crank

Now here I am, lining my eyes in a thin black liner. Like I do every other day of the damn year. I like my routine, though. It's Saturday now, almost 10:30 AM. I walk away from my mirror and fall backwards onto my bed, grabbing my phone. I'm about to click on the music app when the doorbell sounds throughout the house. With a groan, I stand to my feet and jog downstairs. The stranger rings the doorbell again, which annoys me, so I open the door with a bored look on my face.

When I see who's standing in my doorway, anger courses through my veins. "Why, Shawn? Why are you here? I told you my house is off limits. I'm off limits."

"I told you that wouldn't stop me. I don't care if you want me here or not.Now let's go." That was the last straw.

"Okay, A. On what planet do you think you can talk to me like that? B. Why don't you go hang out with your actual friends instead of harassing me?" He thinks for a bit before speaking again.

"Well, although you do not enjoy my company, I enjoy yours. You have a personality, an opinion. You're not high just to look badass and shit. Also, I know the only way you'll process what I'm saying is if it makes you mad. Now come on, pretty lady. We're going to get high somewhere other than your rooftop."

"Don't call me that."

"Fine. Come on, pretty bitch. Let's go."

Oh my god. It is midnight and I'm here writing and ranting to my friend about how she doesn't deserve depression. F.uck. I need sleep. Anywayyyy, just want to let you know you're beautiful and if you ever wanna talk, I'm here. Comments and favs would be nice, by the way. Lol.

All the love. K xx

(I totally just jacked Harry Styles's trademark)