My P.O.V.
Tuesday
Jeff and I had nothing to do today, so we decided to just roam around the place. I got out of bed, took a shower, and changed into my outfit for today. I brushed my hair, and put it in a French Braid (It's in the media. Imagine the hair golden blonde.) I decided to go for a walk today. As I walked, I put on my headphones, and What The Hell by Avril Lavigne started playing. I sang along, and I hit every note perfectly. Maybe a bit better.
When Here's To Never Growing Up by Avril Lavigne came on, I felt this rush to do SO MUCH bad things! I started throwing rocks at stray animals, ripping branches from trees, and stepping on families of ants.
I grabbed my skateboard that I hid in the bushes, and skated back to our house, which was a struggle, because riding a skateboard on grass was really hard.
When I reached the house, I saw Jeff on the porch, looking at me like I was crazy.
"How may help you Hardy?" I asked him.
"Tell me why you're acting a bit reckless," he replied.
"Two reasons. One, I am reckless. And two, this song just activates my reckless side."
"Nice," he said, as he wiped his hands on his black sweats, and fingered the hem on his black hoodie.
"So you're emo for today? Or goth?"
He looked at his outfit and giggled. "Neither."
I laughed in reply.
"You know you can REALLY sing, right?" he asked me.
"I can? Really?"
"Yeah. You should add that to the list of things you're gonna do with your life. Not in a bad way, though."
"It's okay. But you really think I'm a good singer?"
"If you couldn't sing, I wouldn't have told you."
"That's mean." I started pouting.
"Whatever. Just come inside and eat breakfast."
"Fine."
He started making weird faces at me. I laughed at him, and went inside for breakfast. We ate chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, and croissants. After breakfast, we decided to just watch movies for the rest of the day. Occasionally, during the movies, Jeff would feel my stomach to see if the baby was okay. I wasn't even a full month yet!
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HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!! (Closest I got to fireworks!)
~❤AJ~
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