Summer Hate... or Love

day two - start

I roll over, uncomfortably, if I may add onto the edge of my bed, almost falling off. 

"ah-" just before I fell off, I grabbed the edge of the bed and sturdied myself up. 

then I hear that same chuckle I heard just yesterday, glancing up into those enticing blue colors, "something funny?" I ask sarcasticly. 

"yeah, you." ricky says, smirking. 

what happened to the sweet boy from last night? I mean, don't get me wrong, I knew he was snarky, but damn ok, its early as hell in the morning. well, I guess I can't really be talking, but still! Hazel stop overreacting it's just a joke, chill. 

I plaster on a fake smile while exclaiming, "oh my god, you're so funny, fuck," i deadpan the last part, "can't. breath." 

he just looks at me like he said the funniest thing ever, waiting for me to laugh. leaning my body upwards, feeling the blood rush in my body. I throw my feet on the floor, sending a cold shock up through my body. standing up, I quickly flip over my phone and check the time, 6:43 am, that early? well actually, I'm kinda glad because this way I can have extra time to get ready and find my way around. 

"time?" ricky calls out. 

I scoff at his bluntness. "ask nicely," I say raising both of my dark eyebrows. 

he lets out a deep chuckle that rumbles through our compact room, "time, please?" 

I let one side of my rosy lips curl up, responding with, "6:43 am, my dearest roommate" 

though maybe he thinks I can't see him, I can. through my peripheral vision, I can see his eyes roll, which makes my insides do something I wish they didn't. 

"is it cool if I use the bathroom first?" I politely ask him, but as soon as I turn back around from unplugging my fully charged phone, his masculine figure has already ecsacped the comfort of his bed and up into the bathroom. 

I mumble a, rude motherfucker, under my breath. 

"not rude, zellie, just practical. but the fucker part, only if you ask nicely." ricky says, throwing my words back at me. 

I can practically feel the smirk thats penetrating his devilishly hansome face. but nonetheless, I lay back on the bed, dozing off a bit. as the hands on the old timey wall clock tick to 7:01 am, the door clicks aswell, giving me a sight of my new friend. 

"well good morning to you too." he says snarkly, directing attitude towards little ol' me. 

I guess I was unintentionallly glaring at him as being lost in your thoughts may tend to doing. not my fault, but whatever. 

"it is a good morning isn't it?" I say, ignoring the tude from the overly muscular teenage boy. 

feeling his glare on my back, I grab my clothes that are perfectally prepared for this 89* degree day. damn it's gonna be hot. stepping into the bathroom, I turn the shower nozzle halfway through the sliver of red, indicating the heat option. I let my clothing fall to the sticky floor, and then slide open the shower door, letting the steam invade my personal space. 

after a scrubbing my scalp with my rose scented shampoo, I lathered the matching conditioner inbetween my palms, washing my hair completely. I quickly shaved and scrubbed my body, and then got out in 8 minutes. 

the numbers on my phone told me the time, 7:10 am. ive got plently of time, ish. I did my simple skincare routine consistenting of a cleanser, moisturizer, sunscreen, and a facial spray that i use sometimes if I'm feeling it. after I've covered my body with my rose scented lotion, I know its a lot of rose but it just pulls it all together,

I slid into my frayed medium washed jean shorts and a cropped white tank top thats a cottony material but, has a cute little sun and ocean waves stiched into the front of it. 

putting in my dainty diamond studs that I bought from a boutique last summer in my third lobe ear piercing, mini gold hoops into my second lobe piercing, then a bigger-ish size gold hoop into my first lobe piercing. I adjust my little gold chain that hangs perfectly around my neck and has one diamond stud to match the earrings I bought, which I don't think either are real diamonds, but my skin hasn't turned green in the year I've been wearing these, so who cares? 

I grab the white stretchy tennis headband that has been waiting to be worn and pull it on, blocking my face from the tedious hairs that don't function with the rest of my decently curly hair. lastly, I pull a black hair tie onto my wrist along with applying deodorant and spraying on some sol de janeiro, scent 62, the best one. I think to myself, cute. 

stepping back out of the bathroom, I take a peek at the time, 7:42, my eyes bug out. whoopsies! I spent a little too long in there. eh, I wasn't asking for anyones opinion anyways. I toss my dirty clothes into my laundry hamper and pull up my nike socks and step into my felxible gray adidas sneakers. 

"took you long enough. what were you doing in there, fantasizing over yourself?" ricky sarcastically asks me. 

I just nod my head with a cheeky smile, "precisely." 

he rolls his eyes again, but I can see him biting his inner lip to mask the adorable, two dimpled, grin that he keeps hiding me from.

"so should we head over to breakfest now?" I ask him. 

"sure." 

we both get up and I turn off all the lights as he opens the door, not necessarily holding it open for me, but he waits until I'm behind him before he leaves. he loves me. I giggle quietly, shutting and locking the door behind me as we make our way to breakfest.

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hey yall! so.. how we like?? i promise next wednesday we will actually get into the camp, insert sheepish chuckles, but right now im editing the layout plan that i originally had because i dont like it. as always, let me know what you think! i would love to hear! but until next wednesday,

bye lovelies 🤍🤍