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seventeen:: when you get checked.

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SEVENTEEN: when you get checked.

There are three things I hate and those things were: school showers, being hated, and being woken up before 6 am on a school day.

So that's why as soon as I'd opened my eyes and reached for my ringing phone on Benji's beanbag chair, I'd proceeded to curse out the caller, oblivious and uncaring to the fact that it was a little curly haired angel. I was trying my best not to wake up my friend who laid with his arm resting over his face and his mouth wide open, soft snores being released as he exhaled.

His bed was a Queen, something about how he rolled around a lot in his sleep as he always ended up on the floor if he didn't have enough space. That was why I was perched on one side, Ben rolling his eyes at me when I said I'd sleep on the floor if he minded.

"I want to take you somewhere," Paul's voice had sounded thoughtful through my phone speaker as he laughed at my obvious anger. I pulled my phone away from my ear, squinting at the bright light and getting even more angry at the time. If it were possible I'd strangle Paul through the phone.

Sitting up on the edge of the bed, I furrowed my eyebrows; he meant right then, I was unable to think otherwise, "What?"

Paul sighed, stuttering a bit as he spoke, my eyelids struggling to stay up, "I want to-"

The room was dead silent and I could hear Benji rustling as I tried to keep my voice down, "No, I heard you but Paul, it's" looking back at my phone, I wanted to hit him, "it's... two am. What the fuck?"

I heard his chuckle as he remembered my age, "Sorry, I forgot you still had school."

And fuck if that didn't make me feel inferior.

"Don't you have work?" I found myself asking, trying to get the attention off of me before he realized that he shouldn't be wasting his time with a seventeen year old. He was nineteen- fucking nineteen. And we weren't like the freshman-senior relationships, we weren't like those fourteen year olds dating people my age. No, at least they were still in the same stage of their lives.

We weren't.

Paul was an adult who wasn't in his parents' house, who'd come to terms and accepts himself, and who has a clear view of his passion and what he wants to do with his life.

I had none of that -well, I wasn't living with my parents anymore but I didn't think being homeless fit his standards.

He yawned, my eyes almost drifting closed at the angelic sound. He literally had a yawn like a small kitten and I could imagine how cute he'd looked, me straying from my depressing thoughts, "At noon so I normally go to sleep at around three."

I didn't comment on the fact that no one said noon anymore.

Instead I focused all attention I could muster at two am on a school day on the fact that he was a Youtuber that seemingly never filmed. I knew that if I didn't keep the conversation alive, I'd fall asleep and if I fell asleep, he wouldn't get to ask me why he wanted to ask, "When do you even film?"

Shutting my eyes, I was about to drift off when he spoke, voice like music, "The mornings. We missed out yesterday because Landon and Rilee were way too hungover so..."

"Oh," I muttered and truth me told, I was becoming more and more awake as he spoke, me catching onto every single word. In hindsight it might've been slightly obsessive to like his voice that much but at the time I could only think if that.