Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
THERE WAS NO WAY THIS WAS REAL.
There was no way the funny, sweet and rockstar girl i've been talking to all these months was Ariana fucking Levine.
I could tell she was just as horrified as I was by her facial expression. I wasn't the guy she wanted and she sure wasn't the girl I wanted.
"I can't- I can't do this right now." Ariana stormed out of the place with tears of embarrassment in her eyes.
I shut my eyes, wondering why the universe was constantly against me.
By the time I went outside she was long gone so I decided to just go back home.
It would be so awkward having to perform the duet with her now. I just hoped that there would be some maturity on her part.
I laid on my bed with my head in my hands, deep in my thoughts per usual.
Don't get me wrong Ariana looked amazing. I wouldn't have expected black to look that good on her.
To think that she spent all that time getting ready for me was insane.
"Kai, i'm home!"
I let out a sigh before hopping out my bed to greet my mom who came from another long shift at the hospital.
"Another tattoo? When'd you get that?" She instantly noticed since I was wearing a white wife beater.
"It's nothing." I muttered. "How was work?"
"Great just surrounded by sick people and blood all day."
I cracked a smile at her joke. As she went to her room to shower I went downstairs to cook dinner.
I enjoyed cooking a lot, especially pasta, it was my specialty if you asked me and literally anyone I cooked for.
I bobbed my head to Nirvana while opening the can of pasta sauce.
"Kai, get the door!"
I furrowed my eyebrows. Who would come to my house this late? Me nor my mom barely had any friends.
I opened the front door, my eyes having to drift very low to meet with the girl on my porch.
"Ariana! Is that you? I haven't seen you since sandbox days! Come in!" My mom shrieked.
Ariana glanced to me for some or approval, I just rolled my eyes and widened the door for her to come in.
Just as I thought this night couldn't get any worse.
"Excuse the kitchen my son's cooking."
"You cook?" She tilted her head, raising her eyebrows in shock.
"On occasions." I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Mom, maybe we should-
"I love your outfit! You look like those girls from those music videos my son watches." My mom cut me off.
