clementine

42 | praise jesus

"Clementine, if you don't get your ass up this instant I will drag your fat ass out myself," Amethyst yelled, taking off layers of blankets that were on her friend. She had been trying to get her out of bed for at least thirty minutes.

Clementine groaned bringing her knees to her chest to bring warmth also hiding her face in the process.

"That's it, I'm doing it," she said, bringing the cold water she had in a cup and pouring it all over Clementine.

Clementine screamed, sitting straight up almost knocking herself down onto the floor.

"That's what you get bitch! Now clean yourself and eat this McDonalds before I decide to eat it myself," Amethyst walked out of Clementine's room to leave her to clean up.

Clementine was feeling pretty lazy at the moment so she didn't do much to clean herself up. She put her hair up not wanting to deal with it and changed into some jean shorts and a baby blue shirt, not bothering to put a bra on.

She walked out of her own room to see Amethyst eating a hamburger with some fries on the couch watching 'How To Get Away With Murder' on TV.

"There you are sunshine!" Amethyst smiled at Clementine and handed her the chicken sandwich, a medium fry, and a large sweet tea. Clementine smiled slightly and took the things out of her hands sitting next to her.

They sat in silence with only the TV sound and chewing of food and taking a sip from their drinks.

"You know it's been two days since you talked to him, right?" Amethyst broke the silence.

"I don't really wanna talk about it," Clementine responded sinking into her seat more.

"This is practically the hundredth time you've said that! You're gonna have to talk about it sooner or later!"

"Can you honestly blame me for not wanting to talk about it though? Like, I just told Louis fuckin' Tomlinson of One Direction about so much shit about me and I told him what I loved about Louis Tomlinson--I mean him, what I loved about him-- like, I just don't know anymore! What do I do?" Clementine yelled, starting to cry a little.

"Well, what do you feel?" Amethyst asked trying to calm her down.

"I feel like I still want to talk to him, but I don't know? I just felt something really special with him. I've never felt so safe around someone before. He makes me really happy," Clementine chuckled at her own words.

"Then you need to talk to him. You need to tell him how you feel," she responded

"It's really not that easy Amy," she sighed, "every time I feel like I'm okay and I'll text him forgetting that conversation ever happened, my hands start shaking and I think, does he even want to talk to me anymore? I acted like a total bitch and last I talked to him he seemed so fucking upset it broke my heart."

"Well, here's what I have to say," Amethyst shifted around in her seat, "I think that if you don't do it now, you're gonna regret it for the rest of your life for not even giving it a try. At least you could say, 'hey! I dated Louis Tomlinson!'  because not a lot of people get to say that. All jokes aside, you just seem kinda bitcher ever since you stopped talking to him and you were all chirpy and stuff while talking to him. He just brings out a different side of you and I like either side, but I much prefer the side where you buy me free Chinese food and I don't have to pay you back."

Clementine giggled, noticing that, yeah, her friend was probably right and she should probably text Louis.

"Fine. I'll text him when I'm done feeling all crappy."

"Hallelujah! Praise Jesus! Now let's go watch the finale of How To Get Away With Murder."

i loved the show 'how to get away with murder'!! does anybody know of the show?? if so, COULD YOU BELIEVE THAT ENDING OF SERIES ONE??!??!!!!!?? actually i wasnt surprised tbh he was sketchy from the beginning

anyway, lub u all xxxxx