I wake up, with my eyes blurry, once again. I rub them, hard, but it doesn't help. I still can't see what I'm doing, but I can see those black and blue circles, but anyways, I try to get up. But, I can't, two reasons. My legs are like freaking jello, and, something's inside me. Or, someone.
"CHRISTAN ANGE'L EASTERN THE SECOND?
"Yes? He says, he sound really tired, his eyes are barley open, and while speaking he scratches the back of his head and rubs his eyes.
"Why can't I walk?!"
"Because."
Man what?
"Excuse me?"
Then it hit me.
"Oh.." "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Did you pull out?"
"Does it look like it?"
Sh1t.
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"Ila, I made you breakfast!" Christan called.
"I'm coming!"
"I heard that at least 5 times last night."
"BRO, CHRISTAN. YOUR WEIRD!!"
"Thank you!!"
"Bro it's not a compliment, your annoying." I scoff.
I try to ignore what he said, when I finish doing my makeup, and refreshen up my hair, I use the elevator, still can't walk well.
"Dang." he says
"What?"
"Nothing." He says, looking me up and down, I don't know if he's impressed or disgusted.
I'm wearing α black square neck crop top it's not that high though, grey sweatpants, triple pinks, pink sunglasses, hoops, my cross necklace and long hello Kitty nails. Nothing much, just something basic to get through the day.
"You see something you like? Orrrr"
"I see α lot more than 'someTHING' that I like." He emphasized the "thing" in the word something. I guess he likes what he sees.
He's wearing α black tee, α bright pink hoodie, black stack jeans, triple pinks, very small gold stud earrings, many 24 karrot gold chains, and α very expensive cologne, I can't pick up the name yet though.
"Well? You gonna eat?"
"I'm not hungry." I say, knowing I'm hungry, but I've been gaining major weight, so im not eating as much for now.
"Yes you are."
"No im not, blackie."
"Camila, I know you way to well, your hungry, besides, i made all this food."
"Wait, BLACKIE??!!"
I guess he just process what I said, he says I'm slow, but I could never do that. (I COMPLETELY could.)
He made eggs, bacon, and pancakes, he knows i like those better than waffles. I told him that in 6th grade for α project. I guess he has good memory.
"But I've been gaining so much weight."
"And?"
"Stop."
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Middle School Crush |18+
Romance" I wake up in a dark room, I try to get up but I'm pinned to a foldable chair. If whoever this is is trying to kidnap me, they should at least have a better chair. "CHRIS?" I yell, as loud as I can. "BABY!" He yells in return, it was really muffled...
