I'm going to say right now, this could be a severe trigger for some people. PLEASE take caution when reading this if you suffer with self-harm or anything that self-harm could possibly trigger in you. I would also like to stress the point, if any of you need to talk to someone you can talk to me. I'm always ready and willing to help anyone. I know self-harm is a serious problem in many people today, including, and I'm not proud of this, myself, but please, please, please do not think that finding release in such pain solves all problems. xoxo
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"Saaaaammmmmmm!" A voice yelled as the door to my apartment closed. I knew the voice. Matt Webb was always a little too loud when it came to being in my home. It was the loudest he ever was, and apparently that could be pretty loud.
"I'm in the kitchen!" I called back, going back to the plate I was trying to scrub clean.
"Exactly where you should be," He said jokingly, strolling into the kitchen and sitting down. Mike and Ian followed, saying their hellos and sitting down with Matt.
"Oh, that's cool guys, don't offer to help out." I said, sarcastically.
Almost instantly Mike hopped up. "Sorry," he apologized. "I'll help out." He picked up a towel and started drying the dishes. I smiled sweetly. Mike was always such a sweetie, it was pretty evident to everyone that he liked me, and i definitely liked him, but there was no way either of us would have the guts to say something.
"Thanks Mike," I said, placing another plate on the dish rack. "So, where's Josh? Usually you guys travel as a pack."
Ian shrugged. "He said something about visiting his parents. I don't really remember, but I do remember he didn't enjoy when we called him a mama's boy."
I laughed at the comment. "He's totally a mama's boy."
"Exactly!" Matt exclaimed, seeming happy that I had agreed. "Anyways, since he's being a bummer we figured you would hang out with us, right?"
I pretended to look hesitant. "Ooh..I don't know guy. Hang with you and miss the exciting world of washing dishes?" I placed another plate on the dish rack as Mike picked one up to dry.
Ian attempted to pout, and ended up looking like a cat in horrible pain while smelling bad eggs. "Please?" he pleaded, the face getting worse.
"Only if you stop making whatever that face is supposed to be." I countered.
"Deal!" He said, replacing the odd grimace with a smile.
Mike put the dry plate in the cupboard and picked up another one, brushing my arm as he did so. "So," he started. "Where will we go?"
Matt and Ian exchanged a glance and started chanting, "Beach!" over and over.
Splashing them with soapy dishwater, I said, "Alright, alright! Just shut up!"
Truthfully, I didn't want to go to the beach. I didn't want the guys seeing me in a bathing suit, I didn't even want to see myself in a bathing suit. Maybe I could just get away with wearing regular clothes.
Matt and Ian cheered. They were obviously way more excited than I was.
"We'll go change and meet you here and then we'll head out, okay?" Matt asked.
I simply nodded and the three guys left. Finishing the dishes, I went to my room. I changed into shorts and a lightweight, long-sleeve shirt. I brushed out my hair, as it had become tangled and messy from cleaning all day. I fished my sunglasses out of my purse and went out to sit on my couch, waiting for the guys to arrive. Not half an hour later, Mike, Ian and Matt happily trooped into my apartment again. All were grinning like little kids. Mike's face fell a bit when he saw me.
