My feet finally touched the cold ground. My heart was pounding against my chest.
Step one ; Get out of the house. Done!
Miley and I were running towards the nightclub , it was only a few blocks away. The streets were practically empty. I felt free .. I felt good. I felt like a bad ass.
I could feel the cold wind in my neck and back , it was refreshing. We decided to take a short break to catch our breath.
''I think we should walk'' said Miley breathless.
''Good idea''
She took my hand and we started walking down the street. It was one of those rare nights when you could see the stars.
i don't know why but i became all nostalgic .. thinking about the past.
When i was young my mom and I used to camp in our garden and just watch the stars for hours and hours. Sometimes , when we were lucky we could see a few shooting stars. I would always make the same wish. Be happy , that was my wish. I didn't want designer clothes , bags , glasses or a car like the other girls , all i wanted was to be truly happy.
Wow , that sounds cheesy.
But all my life my parents putt pressure on me.
Good grades.Good grades.Good grades. That's all they ever wanted. That's all they think about. My mom wants me to become a doctor or a lawyer. I wanna become a fucking singer not a doctor. Singing has been my passion since i was a little girl.
''There it is'' she said, pointing a club with her finger.
Her voice was full of excitement.
''What ? Already ?'' i said a little surprise.
''What were you thinking about?
''Nothing important''
''Are you thinking about Zac?'' she asked.
''No!'' i shouted.
''Oh really?'' she shouted back.
''Shut up'' i laughed.
Zac has been my crush since 4th grade but he's also my best friend so yeah ...
awkward.
He's tall and his skin is a little tanned. He has really dark brown hair , flipped in a sort of quiff. It really shows his beautiful brown eyes. I always get lost in them .. They're so .. Indescribable
He pretty much looks like an angel.
Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.
Ok shut up Oceane.
He's the sweetest and funniest guy ever. No wonder why i fell in love.
''I hope they won't realize that it's fake'' She said while looking at her fake ID.
''Me too'' I whispered a bit stressed.
What if they found out that our ID's are fake ? What if they call my parents ? Shit shit shit. My mom would kill me. She would litteraly kill me.
Miley took my forearm and dragged me in the long queue full of girls. They all looked fake as hell with their short dresses , skirts and bleached hair. One of them gave me a dirty look and started laughing with her friends.
I don't know if they were laughing or if someone was hitting a bag of cats on the wall. It pretty much made the same noise.
Sorry .. Not sorry.
