Worth Dying For ( A Johnnie Guilbert Novel)

03: Longboards And Cookies

Saturday morning comes fast. I wake up blinking and curse my life as blinding light streams through the shutters reminding me that I forgot to close them last night.

Why me?

I groan and stretch, shielding my eyes as I throw on a Asking Alexandria hoodie and stumble over to shut the blinds, yanking the cord so hard, I think I might have jerked it clean off. But the brightness fades instantaneously and I trip back over to my dresser to find a rubber band to put my hair up with.

It looks like shit.

Correction: I look like shit.

For some reason, that makes my reflection smile. I frown at the mirror. What the fuck is she smiling about???

"Stop that," I scold.

She makes a scowl as her lips form my words. "Better."

I glance at my bed, which looks like it got hit by a tidal wave. Like, lets be honest. There really is no reason to make your bed, because SHIT. You're just gonna mess it up when you get home, am I right??

Come on, now. You know I'm right.

Flipping my pink bangs out of my eyes, I flop back on the bed to check my email. Sometimes I wonder if people ever mistake me as an old woman because my hair is white. Fuck, I hope not!! Like seriously, what grandma have you ever seen that fucks up their hair with streaks of pink??

You haven't. Exactly. That's something too cool to exist. lmao.

A Skype request pops up at the lower right corner of my screen and I answer it because I have no life. I already knew who it was. My best friend's face fills the screen.

"Indie! What's up, love?"

"Kieran, its too fucking early for this shit." I yawn and tie my hair up in  ballerina bun. I know, socially speaking, its rude to yawn during a conversation, but with us its like communicating without saying anything. Its so much easier.

"YOU JUST WOKE UP??? Its like 10 in the damn morning. WAKE U AND SMELL THE COOOKIIIIEEEESS!!"

I stare at him with puffy, unimpressed eyes and the silence seems to swallow us whole.

Of course, it spits Kieran out because he can't be quiet to save his life. He munches on a cookie (is that chocolate chip??) and stares back with the eye that's not covered by his minty blue bangs.

"You. Are. Not. Chatty." he tilts his head to the left.

I rub my face, making my reply sound muffled and small, "Its been a fucking long week, bruh."

"Whrgh? I toldff you tooooooo clgh meh ifffff thargh wzzz-uff-" he swallows his mouthful of cookie, reaching for another package, "Trouble."

I laugh because he's so damn cute with his cheeks bulging with cookies, crumbs escaping him as he attempts to multitask. "You know, I'm really glad I'm not there right now. I feel like I'm saving myself from a cookie saliva bath." 

He laughs, unfortunately, spewing Oreo (yeah, he changed brands on me because he's got like the attentions span of a squirrel) bits an chunks into the camera lens. "Ewwwww, you're fucking nasty!" I squeal and cover my face, "Get that cleaned up, like now! I'll meet you in the skate park in twenty minutes or so. Don't forget your board."

"The fuck I will!" He sticks his tongue out, which is covered in black Oreo matter, and I exit the convo as quickly as possible to avoid getting scarred for life.

Oh wait, I already am. I laugh at the irony. Arming myself with pepper spray, I grab my beanie, keys, and my black longboard and head out to face the world....

...locking my world behind me.

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So it turns out the park wasn't that far away. Either that or I was really booking it on my board. Slipping my beats on, I crank up Mayday Parade and plop down on a bench to wait for Kieran.

I wasn't ready for this. You're adorable as hell, but I'm glancing at your wrist. Oh, please have faith, I can be so cavalier, but when they start to ask questions, I 'll try to be clear.

I was so into the music, eyes closed, I never saw my blue kitten sneaking up an me.

"WANNA COOOOOKIEEEEE?????"

I couldn't help it. It scared me so bad, I fell of the bench, fumbling for my pepper spray.

"YEET!!! SHIT, DON'T DO THAT, K!!!" I pouted, arms crossed, still very tempted to spray him down for scaring the fuck out of me.

"Ahahahahah! Chicken." he offers me a hand up. "I'm sowwie. Truce?"

I can't stay mad at him, but I can't resist. I take him up on his offer. Or rather down. haha. Two second later, he's on the ground and I'm standing. "Get down on my level, bitch! NYA!" I laugh. Because that's what friends do. You laugh at each other for being dumb fucks.

He rolls his eyes and brushes himself off, "Fine, then are we even??? Like I came here to skate. haha."

Glancing at the group of seniors headed our direction, I nod and help him up, "Yeah, you're right, let's go." I'm getting nervous now because its been a really good day so far, and I don't want these faggots to fuck it up for me.

"Where to, lovely?" he gives his board an experimental roll.

I consider this a moment, then as the light bulb goes off in my head, I grin, "How do you feel about some Peace Tea??"

"FUCK YAAAAAAS, BRUH!!!!" He lights up like a firefly, and we take off speeding down the street, double checking every so often that we don't get separated.

And the Five and Dime comes into view, as my song finishes out...

When you see my friends, tell them 'hi' for me, and tell them what you think about the way you handled everything....

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