All In My Head

Treasure

We spend the rest of the ride jamming out to tunes on the radio and laughing. I got to know him a lot more. He doesn't have a favourite colour; he likes to be equal. He loves going to the movies. Just like me, he has this CRAZY addiction to pizza... omg I think I might just faint. #Pizza4life. And he loves long drives at night... me too as long as I'm not driving. And guess what? He did a sexy lip lick. 7 times. I am trying so hard to breathe properly right now I'm using full stops. A. Lot. Of. Full. Stops.

We pulled up outside the park leading up to Bethany's driveway and he jumps out of the car and runs around to open my door for me. Seriously, what a guy, right? He takes my hand and helps me out the car, even though I didn't need help, but thought that was very sweet of him. He wraps his arm around my waist and we start walking through the park leading up to Beth's driveway. As we got to about 3 quarters of the way, we stop and he turns to face me and clasps both my hands in each of his.

'Thank you.' He whispers into my neck.

For what? I wonder.

I smile and go in to plant a small kiss on his cheek but he turns his head making his warm lips press up against mine. I giggle quietly as his grip around my body gets tighter and I hold on to him for as long as I can.

That moment was THE moment I realised that I needed to stop worrying about those people that watch every move I make but just think about myself and how I feel and who I want to be around... for once. I have spent my entire life so focused on pleasing people so I felt like I had friends or I felt like people cared about me. Now I realise that your friends shouldn't just be there because you're nice to them but because they love you. I felt invincible.

I pull away and give him a genuine, warm hug. I start walking out of the park and finally get to Beth's door and sharply inhale. I turn around to see Ethan watching me, leaning on his car. He looked so hot then. I also notice my car parked in the driveway. If she got a scratch on my white BMW i8, I will kill her. I look around. Squeaky clean. I totally trusted her anyway. I'm just about to press the doorbell when the door swings wide open.

Bethany grins at me like a Cheshire cat. I love her. She is so accepting of ratchet asses and didn't have anything to say about the fact that I was still wearing last night's clothes. She's like a ray of sunshine dressed in all black. She is like my fashion icon. Dress sense: casual/ comfortable. She was wearing a black hoodie with black skinny jeans and black converses. I swear, if I ever see her willingly wear hot pink clothes, I will lick the crusty lamppost on 6th street. She welcomes me inside into her neat house and we sit upstairs in what I'm guessing is her bedroom.