faking it l.r.h

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Enjoy. X

Adelaide

"No, listen to me, why the hell would I lie to you?" Michael says as he downs the rest of his diet coke. That's probably his seventh one. Maybe that's why my mom hates my friends. Or friend.

"Michael, where did you even hear that? Wikipedia?" I question.

"Hey! Wiki is a reliable source now! But I heard it on twitter if you must know." He says loudly and rolls his eyes.

"That's even worse, Twitter is such an unreliable source." I run my fingers through my rather short hair.

"Is not, anyways." He finishes his statement and I shake my head. He always tells me these ridiculous stories he reads online then they turn out to be completely wrong. Like the one time, he told me that he read an article about how aliens were, in fact, real and then took me to the woods so we could be like Moulder and Scully. He got sprayed by a skunk and couldn't come to school for a whole two weeks. Plus my mom wouldn't let him get on the premises for another three weeks.

"Michael," I say and shake my head, It's not that I disagree with him, it's just he comes up with all these random stories so I don't really know what to believe by now. I guess you could say he's the boy who cried wolf.

"You're as boring as batshit." He says and crushes the can in his hands and tosses it to the ground. I glare at him and he lazily smirks.

He leans back on the leather couch and rests his feet on the coffee table. His hair a nice blonde now, despite the other crazy colors, I'm rather fond of this one.

"I'm telling you Addie—" He says before letting out a deafening burp. He puts his hand on his stomach and continues. "Life comes at you fast." He mumbles, most of what he says doesn't make sense at all. I shouldn't have given him caffeine.

"You're ridiculous Michael," I say and stand up, grabbing the can he threw to the floor.

I walk back from the kitchen and he's staring at the blank tv. His mind is probably someplace else. I wave my hand in front of his face to snap him out of it. This happens too many times a day.

"I'm gonna shit on your face, Addie." He mumbles and turns to me. I lightly laugh at his remark, I'm so used to Michael's threats it doesn't even phase me.

"Turn on the TV." He demands and I grab the remote, turning it on and wait for it to load up.

"What do you wanna watch?" I ask and hold the remote.

"Parks and Rec." He says and rests his head in his hand, his arm leaning against the arm of the couch.

Michael is a six-foot tall bundle of joy, when he's in a good mood, moody Michael is not someone you want to confront. We met two years ago when he went streaking at a pep-rally and jumped into my car accidentally. I turn to see him passed out on the couch, his limbs touching to the floor. He always passes out before the episode ends, then I have to tell him to haul his ass back home.

"Michael, wake up, go home dude." I kick his hand with my foot, his face twists and he squints his eyes open.

"Fuck off," He groans but sits up anyways. He rubs his eyes and licks his chapped lips.

"You start school tomorrow?" He asks. Fuck, I totally forgot about that, I'm kidding I've had anxiety about going back all summer.

"Yeah," I reply. Michael graduated a year ago, surprisingly. He never even went to school, when he got on stage to get his diploma I swear everyone gasped as he held it up and flipped everyone off.

"Good luck kiddo." He says sarcastically. I need all the luck I can get, this year will be hard and I'm not only talking about the work. It's the year I'm gonna be without him. I let out a sigh and he half smiles, getting up from the couch.

"If I need to beat anyone's ass just text me." I know he's being serious but I laugh anyway. He looks me in the eyes and I half smile.

"I appreciate it Mikey and I might take you up on that offer," I reply and a smile breaks out on his face.

"Good, that little punk would deserve it." He says and retrieves his keys from his pocket.

"Bye Mikey," I smile and he bends down to kiss my forehead, mumbling a goodbye and how he'd see me tomorrow.

That night I couldn't sleep but who can on the night before the first day of school? Desperate to get some rest, I blink my tired eyes and suddenly the sun is up and shining through my window. I grab my phone and check the time. 7:15. I tiredly arise out of bed and quietly I walk to the bathroom across the hall, not wanting to wake my mom. I'm in and out since all I really have to do is brush my teeth and wash my face.

I put my hands on my hips as I observe my open closet. Looking at it won't do me any help, I should go through it so I won't be late. I hear the screech of the hangers moving back and forth as I shuffle through my clothes. I grab dark jeans and a striped shirt.

I head downstairs to the kitchen, eating something simple to ease my anxious stomach. I hate school, but it gives me something to do every day. By the time I'm leaving my mom is barely waking. I grab my keys from the dish by the door and lock the front door behind me. I adjust my purse on my shoulder and hear loud music coming from the house across the street, a loud honk startling me. A red convertible is parked out front of our neighbors home blasting music. I can't help but watch as the girl in the car fixes her makeup in a compact mirror, putting it away when the front door slams shut and out comes the boy that once was my best friend.

I look away and unlock my car, well, the car my mom passed down to me. It was my sister's car before she went off to college. A beige rundown 2002 Toyota Corolla.

I pull out of the driveway and drive past them, locking eyes with Luke for a second before focusing back on the road.

Is that his girlfriend? The one he posts pictures of on Instagram? She's really pretty, his type, or whatever his type is now. Luke always liked the blondes girls with nice skin and a good personality. I guess that's why he never liked me, I'm the complete opposite. I realize that sounded so self-centered. We're not friends because emotions, I shouldn't blame it on him.

I turn up the radio to drown my thoughts out, the overplayed pop music doing just the thing. As I park in the designated spot I rest my chin on the wheel and stare up at the large school through my lashes. One more year.