trøuble. (s.w.)

thirty-one.

my alarm blares throughout my room, indicating it is 6:30 on a very bright monday morning. i put myself out of my bed and drag my feet to the bathroom so i can wash my face and brush my teeth.

once im done, i take down my wavy hair from my bun and put on my outfit (outfit above). i then put on foundation, mascara, and subtle winged eyeliner. i grab my phone and my backpack and walk down stairs.

my parents decided i was old and responsible enough to live on my own so i live in my childhood house but my parents live in a house in italy. both my mother and father are part italian so they decided to buy a house there and be closer to family.

i get outside and hop in my white jeep wrangler, soon receiving a text from sam.

from sam:

morning, babe. hope you slept well. see you at school, beautiful, i love you.

a smile grows on my face and i type back,

to sam:

hi, sam. i did sleep well, thank you for asking. see you soon, babe, i love you.

i plug my phone into the aux cord and listen to get used to it by justin bieber. after about 10 minutes of driving, including my starbucks pit stop, i arrive at school, parking right next to sam.

we get out of the car at the same time and smile. he engulfs me in a deep, warm hug. "hi, baby." i look up at him and smile, "hi, sammy." 

he grabs my hand and we walk from the parking lot into the doors of our school, receiving looks, some of desire, others of jealousy.