NOT a Normal Love Story

Chapter 2

4:09 • going home

We gather all of our stuff and everything get in our cars and Lyric is faster at getting settled into driving so she's off to go to our apartment and I'm just checking everything and then I turn on the radio.

We don't live that far from Starbucks or school so the drive was about 3-5 minutes long.

We park a few cars away from each other and then we go up to our apartment. Our apartment complex is basically set up like a hotel that has two buildings. We live in building A, so on floors 1-3 is single person rooms. Floors 4-6 have 2 person rooms. Floors 7-8 have 3 person rooms. Building B has 8 floors too, 1-3 is 4 person rooms, 4-6 is 5 and 7-8 are the condo's.

Lyric and I live in building A, floor 5, room 103. Our apartment has two same sized bedrooms, two bathrooms in each room, a washer and dryer, a hallway closet, a small bathroom in the hallway that only has a toilet and sink and mirror, a descent sized living room, and a kitchen. The kitchen as an island thing that you can eat on so I guess that counts as a dining room?

"Okay I'll get the blankets and you get the pillows" I say after we both put our stuff away.

"Okay okay" we run off into the 'hallway closet' which we keep our blankets and towels, etc.

I grab 4 soft blankets and put them on the couch and Lyric has about 5 pillows since there was a lot of sofa pillows that were already there.

"I'm going to get my Minnie Mouse tsum tsum because it's cute" I run in my room and put it on the couch.

"Marvin the Martian all the way" she get him and tosses him beside mine.

And yes, even if we are at that mature age where we should be thinking about college and stuff we still are kids. But we didn't want a whole clutter of stuffed animals, knowing ourselves, we agreed on only keeping one stuffed animal each. Maturity but not really, you feel?

"Okay ready to go to the mall?" She asks.

"Nope I want to shower first and set out my pajamas so they're ready when I get home."

"Why would you want to do that, we're going to the mall you're going to try on clothes and then you'll get dirty agai-" I cut her off.

"Because I don't want we hair when I'm really comfortable and I want to be happy eating my snacks already clean and not wet and so I don't take 30 minutes choosing what pajamas I want to wear tonight" I start to go into my room.

"YOU ARE GOOD AT PERSUASION AND JUST BECAUSE OF GOOD REASONS IM GOING TO DO THAT TOO." She yells back at me still standing in the living room.

I close my bedroom door, fix my bed, because there was no use of it tonight anyways, pick out a mall outfit, pick out pajamas and then go head into the shower. I also hear Lyrics shower turned on and we both blast music while we're showering and its very hard to listen to your own music in the shower but oh well.

Here's a typical over view of my "shower routine" without going into too much weird details.

Shampoo.
Conditioner.
Shave.
Wash my body.
Rinse everything.
Dry my body.
Put my mall outfit on.
Blow dry my hair.
Fishtail braid my hair.
Go out of the bathroom.
Done.

My outfit was really nice I gotta say. It was also not very dressy, like it was casual. A baggy grey halter top that covers my butt, leggings, a fishtail braid , and my baggy cross body bag. My shoes were just some high top converse in a pastel pink that I had for years.

I came out my door and Lyric was still showering. I knock on her door "ATE, IM READY" I hear the shower stop.

"OKAY" she yells back at me "IM ALMOST DONE" and the shower is started again.

And for anyone confused, I call Lyric Ate, because it's a way of showing respect to your older girl cousins or sisters in the Philippines, and to strangers. And it's pronounced "ah-teh" not "eight".

I'm happy we get to do this tonight because we don't go out a lot during school nights, today is Friday afternoon so it's not really a school night but we both really focus on our studies. On Saturdays we visit my mom, (Lyrics aunt) my dad, (Lyrics uncle) her dad, (my uncle) and her mom. (my aunt) and that's basically our whole Saturday. We go to parties here and there but not much. We're kind of "goody goodies" but not really.

Then, Lyric comes out of her room wearing another one of her black skater skirts, her black boots, her FOB shirt that has been cut into a muscle tee, her navy cardigan and her hair in a bun.

"Lets go?" I ask

"LETS GO IM DRIVING" she grabs her keys and we go out the door.