apprehension / hemmings

(9) if i'm james dean

I hate my name. I hate the fact that I haven't seen Violet in a while, 2 weeks since the swing event. I hate the fact that when I sleep a lot, my facial hair grows wildly.

I guess I hate a lot of things.

I woke up slowly, at around 10 in the morning. It wasn't too late for me, but it wasn't too early either. 9 would be too early, 11, too late.

My intentions this morning were to make some cereal, get dressed, and head out. To my displeasure, mum was awake before I was, and sat at the breakfast table.

As soon as she caught sight of me, her jaw just about hit the floor. Her eyes widened at her first glance towards my unusually large amount of facial hair.

"What the fuck is that?"

I looked dumbfound. I simply shrugged my shoulders upwards and shook my head a bit, before pulling the milk gallon out of the fridge. I then twisted off the cap, and drank from the gallon. "Stubble."

"You aren't leaving the house until that's gone, you're eighteen, not twenty eight."

I had to leave today. I had so much work to get done and - actually, that's a lie. But, maybe this was an excuse to see Violet.

"I'll call Vi, yeah? She can help?"

"As long as you get rid of those abnormalities growing on your chin and jaw and your neck!" Her voice raised at the word neck.

Jeez. I'd never seen someone so uptight about stubble.

me: viOLET
me: VIOLET
me: VioLET WiLOOWS
me: VILEt wAKE UP
me: fuck
me: me
me: in
me: the
me: ass
miss willows: hello.
me: miss willows.
miss willows: miss willows?
me: miss willows.
miss willows: alright then.
me: isn't it alrighty?
miss willows: i don't care. ((:
me: can you shave me
miss willows: what-
You sent a picture.
miss willows: ohhhhh. we don't talk in 2 weeks and you asK ME TO SHAVE YOu
me: maybe
miss willows: what's in it for me
me: my smooth jaw and my happiness
miss willows: happiness
me: i want to see those violet sapphirey eyes
miss willows: 15 minutes bc i'm driving

Content, I shut my phone off and dressed myself in some day clothes. I was wildly tired, but a can of Monster would fix that.

"Luke?"

As I was playing agar.io, a very annoying game, on my phone, my mum shouted my name.

"Yes?"

"You have to see Edward today, you know that?"