I walk out of the bathroom.
A towel is wrapped around my body as I walk out like a frigging penguin and waddle into my room.
Water drips onto the carpet, but I couldn't really give a crap.
I sigh as I fumble towards the mirror and look at myself for a moment.
God, I looked like crap.
But I couldn't really give a crap about that either.
I look away from the mirror and skim through my phone in search of some music to play as I got ready. To go to a frigging circus.
Fudge my life.
I finally find a playlist as I sat on my bed when I heard my annoying ass excuse-for-a-friend knocking on the door.
"Ace! You good in there? It's almost time to go!" He called.
I rolled my eyes with a groan as I set my phone down on the cabinet. "Yes, mother!" I reply with a forced smile as I stand. "Just a minute, I need to find some rope to hang myself."
"Hah, hah...very funny, Ace." He muttered, walking away from the room with a sigh.
I rolled my eyes again and sigh myself as I walk to the closet and look through the countless amounts of cloths I have.
That was sarcasm, I only had like 7 pieces of clothing and two of them was my uniform for work.
Yay.
Three of them were just some T-shirts I used to wear around the apartment and the last one was the only formal-ish thing I had.
It was a jumpsuit.
Yay.
I place my clothes on and drop my towel on the floor as I brush my hair while being in pain as I combed through its knotty white curls.
After dressing up I look back towards the mirror, taking a look at myself. Still shitty, but decent enough. I shrug and grab my bag before heading out of my room.
Elliot was waiting in the hallway as I approached.
He looked up and smiled his normal stupid smile. The one I want to punch so badly.
"Wow, I can't believe no matter how nice you dress, you still look like shit." He tilted his head as he stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes gleaming as he smirked.
I give him my normal can't-give-a-fuck expression and grin cold heartedly. "Yeah, you don't look as pleasing yourself you poor excuse for a decent human being."
He held up his hands in defense. "Now, excuse me." He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes, glancing away before sighing. "Remind me why you have to come again?"
"One, because you can't drive for crap and the circus is one hour away which means you'd be walking for a long ass time."
"No shit." I said.
"Two because I need to make sure you actually go to this circus instead of some alleyway smoking on your devil sticks with some random homeless guy named mark,"
"Hey, he was a pretty chill guy." I shrugged.
"And three, I thought it'd be fun if we can hang out together. We never really go out."
"Have you ever thought it was because I don't like you?"
"I had my assumptions."
"You're not good at taking hints, are you?"
"No, I'm just good at not taking crap from you." He grinned, opening the door. He motioned his hand for me to exit. "Ma-daaaam."
I sighed and hesitantly walk out the door. "I hate your guts."
"Thank you." He smiled, bowing his head for a moment. Before closing the door he said, "Hey, you sure you don't want to put some makeup on before we leave? Maybe in your case, it would help you seem more lively."
