The Punk's Princess

Six

When Bosco woke up the next morning, she was still convinced she was living in a dream that was going on for multiple days. But as her sleepy haze cleared and she sat up in bed, the events of yesterday replayed in her head.

Daya had insisted on walking her home from the diner. When she closed her eyes, she could still feel the other girl's hand in hers, she could still hear the whispered compliments and see her piercing gaze, and for a moment, Bosco thought maybe Daya was flirting with her. But she quickly pushed that thought away. There was no way that could be true.

Bosco ran a hand through her messy hair before digging through her blankets for her phone. As soon as she found it she checked for any texts from Daya, almost choking when she laid eyes on one.

Daya: Guess who got the job? :)

Bosco let out a scream, slapping her hand over her mouth when she scared herself and dropping her phone back onto the bed. There was the sound of quick footsteps running up the stairs to her room, and Angie quickly opened the door.

"What happened?" Her roommate asked in a panic. "Are you hurt?-"

Bosco shook her head, calming herself down before she picked up her phone again and held it out to Angie. The other girl raised a brow, walking over and taking her phone to read the text. "...'Sco I'm so proud of you but we really need to work on how you express your emotions-"

Bosco took a deep breath, pulling her knees up to her chest. "I don't know what I did to deserve this..." She whispered quietly. "There's so many people who deserve this more than I do. I don't get why she's being so nice to me..."

Angie laid a comforting hand on Bosco's shoulder. "Coco, you deserve good things too, you know?" She told her. "Your art deserves all the appreciation in the world, even if you don't think so."

Bosco tangled her hands in her blanket, shrugging a bit. "Y-Yeah, I guess so..."

Another text came in from Daya. Angie read it first this time in case her friend started to tear up, smiling a little. "She asked if you'd be able to meet up again today. So her manager can meet you."

Bosco bit her lip, heart racing at the thought of seeing Daya again. "I-I can do that..." She said, even though the thought of meeting Get Dusted's manager sounded very intimidating. "Can you go with me?"

"Of course. Whatever will make you more comfortable." Angie said as she gave Bosco her phone back so she could reply to Daya. "Just let me get ready so I look presentable."

Bosco thanked her quietly, her hands shaking as she told Daya she was okay with meeting up with her again. She laid back down on her pillow to process everything that was happening, taking a few more deep breaths as she glanced between the walls of her room.

Posters of her favorite bands lined them, most of them being Get Dusted. In a way she still felt like a teenager for still having them up, but she loved them too much to take them down. They were her inspiration, and they brought her more comfort than anything else ever had.

And now she was literally texting Daya.

She jumped a bit when she got another text. Daya had asked if she could meet at their hotel that afternoon, and Bosco struggled to type with her shaking hands as she agreed. She hated how nervous she was. She knew Daya wanted to be treated like just a normal person, but Bosco couldn't help but get so starstruck and emotional. Daya had no idea how much she meant to her.

Bosco pulled herself out of bed, walking to the bathroom to pull her anxiety medication out of the medicine cabinet. She stared at her reflection, finding her dark hair matted and mascara stains running down her cheeks.