That's all I wanted

2.

This summer went by slow and fast at the same time. The days went by slow, but it feels like there weren't enough days of me sitting with my best friend doing practically nothing all day.

My first day as a Senior is tomorrow, and it's going to be life changing. I just hope it's going to change for the better. The two best friends since forever are going to try and make some new friends.

How exciting.

The album "Dear" by Keaton Henson was playing softly on my record player. It used to be my moms, there was always music playing with her singing along to it when I was a little kid. My dad gave it to me for my 10th birthday. I have this ritual I do every night before bed which it is a big part of.

It starts with putting on a record softly (this night it's Keaton Henson because his music is relaxing), then I'll change out of my clothes in to pyjamas if I'm not wearing some already. I'll do all the basic stuff like brushing my teeth and moistruzing my face. I pick out an outfit I'm going to wear the next day, if I have school or something planned.

Me or my dad will make a cup of fresh camomile tea. I'll make myself cozy in bed with my cup of tea and it depends on the day but I will meditate, read a book, poets, write or do them all. I learned from my yoga class that putting your feelings on paper is very calming, so I try to do it everyday.

I like my routines.

This night I felt the need to meditate. I've been stressing about tomorrow since I decided to try and start making new friends for the sake of June. I tried to experiment with make up, didn't go so well. I looked up make up tutorials on youtube and found one I really liked. It was a gold eyeshadow with a winged eyeliner. So I went to the store and bought some eyeshadow and eyeliner. It looked absolutely ridiculous, how can anyone get their eyeliner so pointy?!

The eyeshadow was a lot of blending, so many brushes and too many colors that I got confused and just went with the bronze one and put that on, with some mascara. I didn't even try with the foundation and blush and what not.
I love to paint, and I'd like to believe I'm pretty good at it but make-up is a no go for me. I don't understand how some girls and boys can paint these master pieces on their faces. I got even more respect for June and her perfectly winged eyeliner now.

Thinking of the devil. I hear my laptop ringing and see that June's calling me on FaceTime. I accept the call and see her face pop up. She's still so pretty without make-up and her messy bed hair. Like the real morning hair when it's sticking to your face and every other way possible.

"Don't mind my face." She yawns. As she says this I look at myself on FaceTime and almost fall on the ground. Well maybe that's a little overexaggerating, but I am in shock. "Are you kidding me, look at my face. It's all red and swollen and gross!" I say rubbing my face and looking in the mirror behind me. "It's not that bad! And definetly not gross, but I do wonder why it is red and a little swollen?" She says and I can see her trying to hold in her laugh. "Well... I looked up a few make up tutorial on youtube. And tried them out but it didn't turn out great so I had to scrub it all—"

"Wait! Hold your horses! You tried on make-up? You? The girl who is 17 and never wore any make-up ever? Who's the special someone?" She interrupts me laughing as a pig.

"You actually." I look down at my pyjama bottoms and when I look up at the screen I see June staring at me confused. "I'll be there in 5." And she hangs up.

Ten minutes later we were laying on my bed. June waiting for me to talk. But I don't know how to explain it or how to start. "Is it okay if I write it down first?" Whenever I'm nervous I tend to lose my speaking abillity and I have to write it down before I can say anything. And I will do it, when I get the chance.

So I begin to write.

Dear June,

Gosh where do I even start. A few weeks back, you asked me if we'll ever get more friends right? And I must say, the thought also came to my mind a few times. It's always been just the two of us. But I've been thinking more and more about it these last few weeks. We start our senior year tomorrow. With no friends except each other. And I know how you always wanted a group of friends like in friends. And I want that for you, for us. I feel like I'm the cause of us not having more friends. The way I dress and the way my hair is always in a boring ponytail, and wear black most of the time. So I decided to upgrade myself a bit.
So that this year we start making more friends. And have an inseperable group like friends.

I finish it and see her drooling all over my pillow. "Hey, wake up sleepy head." I whisper in her ear. She opens one eye and looks at me and closes it again. "C'mon just for a minute or two." I shake her a little. She groans and turns around. "You can sleep over if you just read this for a second."

She turns to me and looks at me with her puppy eyes. "Will you make me a cup of tea?" She says still half asleep. "Sure, your highness." I chuckle softly and leave my room.

"Hey dad." I say kissing his cheek. He's laying on the couch watching some football game. Typical dad stuff. "Hi, sweetheart." He says stuffing his face with hot cheetos.

"It's cool if June stays over right?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. She's always welcome but it's nice of you to mention it to me." He mumbles. "Great thanks!" I say giving him a bear hug.

I walk back in my room with two cups of steaming hot tea. She looks up and smiles at me.

"Thank you." she says. "For just trying. It means the world to me."

"Well, you are the world to me."

We drink our tea and make ourselves cozy in my bed for a good night filled with sweet dreams.

"Hugs and kisses." She whispers. I softly give her a hug and a kiss. "Kisses and hugs."
*
I look besides me and see June spread all over the bed. Leaving me almost on the floor. Typical June. She's again drooling all over my pillow, well it's actually her pillow now. There's dried up drool all over it.

I have this weird feeling, that I can't explain. I grab my phone and see that it's only 6 am. I groan and turn to June. She suddenly opens her eyes which scares me half to death. "JUNE!" I yell. "Are you crazy it's only 6 in the morning, don't scare me like that ever again. I could've hurt you or myself or both, and I probably woke up my dad." I say still in shock.

"Uh he's already awake, he always stands up at 5.30 am on school days right? And goes for his morning run..." She says trying to remind me.
And that explains the feeling...

"Shit, I totally forgot." I groaned.

"Well we've still got enough time. So get your cute big ass up and go get ready! But first, I'm going home to get something cute."

"Sure, are you eating breakfast here?"

"You betcha."

I look in the mirror and see my messy bed hair and christmas pyjamas. I look closer at my skin and see a perfectly clear skin. Thank the lord. I mean I basically spend the whole vacation working on my skin and spend too much money on face masks and treatments but it was all worth it. I'll just let June work her magic with my hair.

When I turn around and look at June she's combing her hair and looking dazzling, in my way too small pyjamas that I bought to make my self feel a little better. Didn't work out. My butt was too big for the little shorts. But June's small one fits perfectly.

"If you do my hair while I do my make up, and you run home and do your make up and get some cute clothes, I'll make breakfast. Fair?"

"Depends. What's for breakfast?"

"Waffles, your favourite of course." I say and at the same time her face lights up a like a little childs face on christmas morning.

"Oh, I'm in." She says eager.