Mrs All American

5

+ okay so I realized that some of you may not know, but Mrs All American is a song by 5sos. It's only on the American album, but I attached it so you can listen. This version is slightly faster than the original, but just as good +

Blake's pov

"Shut up!" I angrily growled and hit the snooze button on my alarm clock. My ankle was throbbing and I was overcome with exhaustion. There was no way I could run today and I was in no mood to do so.

In reality, there was no reason for me to continue running and training everyday. My dreams were crushed and there was no way to redeem them. I could be a lazy teenager and sleep in late and do nothing all day, but something about that felt unnatural and I had to keep pushing myself to do this.

My thoughts were interrupted by the roaring of my empty stomach. Still, I hadn't made it to the grocery store because Calum and Michael took me to the mall. The day before that, my car broke down so I still don't have food.

Huffing, I rolled out of bed and strolled into the bathroom with my eyes half opened. I lazily turned the sink on and washed my face in an attempt to wake myself up. I had hoped that if I went to the grocery store early then it would be crowded and I could get in an out quickly.

Even though it was early, as I stared at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but dart my eyes back towards the makeup bag. My fingers lingered on the zipper, twirling it between my thumb and forefinger, debating if I should do it.

"Why not" I mumbled and unzipped the bag, revealing the large supply of contents inside. I didn't have time to mess with foundation because I had never used it before, and 7am didn't sound like the best time.

Instead, I grabbed the eyelash curler, and curled my eyelashes before adding two coats of mascara. Rummaging through the bag, I pulled out a long stick of brown eyeliner and applied a thin layer around my upper lashes. Eyeliner on the bottom lid seemed weird, so I used a little eyeshadow to blend along my entire eye.

As I pulled away from the mirror, my eyes widened in surprise at my appearance- it didn't look half bad, and it didn't look heavy or unnatural. Nodding contently, I walked over to my closet to choose an outfit. Considering the time, and my mood, I put on a pair of cropped spandex leggings and a loose long sleeve tee shirt that hung off one shoulder and just barely showed my stomach.

After pulling my hair into a messy bun, I unplugged my phone from my the wall and limped downstairs. Instead of shoving my ankle into converse, I slipped into my Adidas slides and grabbed my keys and slung my bag over my shoulder. Then I grabbed a lift jacket and headed outside.

As I got in my car, it clicked that I had no idea where the supermarket was, so I had to google it on my phone before I could drive anywhere. The closest one was less than ten minutes away, so I decided to go with it. Backing out of the driveway, I made a left past Michael's house and followed the directions until I reached the small grocery store with a large parking lot.

A few minutes later I found myself wandering the fruit section with a small cart rolling in front of me. I slowly strolled up the isle, grabbing a few things here and there, such as strawberries, cantaloupe and watermelon. Then I made my way down the next isle, and grabbed a few boxes of cereal and some bags of chips and popcorn.

As I continued looking, I couldn't help but notice some of the strange foods that Australia had. One of the most popular appeared to be Vegemite, but it looked disgusting so I happily walked past it.

After adding many more necessary items to my cart, I paid the cashier and headed for the exit. There weren't many bags, so I was able to carry them in my hands and leave the cart in the store.