Running to my car, I unlock the car door, throw my bags into the passenger seat, and get in myself. Starting the engine, I hook up my aux
cord and plug it in for the drive to Starbucks then home. I'm basic what can I say.
I turn on do it again cover by Jack and Jack.
"Nice to, nice to know ya lets do it again. How we did it on a one night stand, I wanna be more than a friend, tell me do ya" I sing a long to the lyrics.
I turn down the music as I pull up to The Starbucks drive-through. I roll down the window as
the intercom comes on.
"Hi welcome to Starbucks how may I help you" the man on the speaker says.
"Um yeah hi can I get a chocolate chip frappe"
"Will that be all"?
"Yes"
"your total is $3.75 please pull up to the next window" he says finally. I Roll up my window for the remaining time since there is a line in front of me anyway. As the car in front of me left I pulled up to the next window. I rolled down the window as the Starbucks worker opens his window.
"Hi $3.75 please" the nice man says to me. I pulled a five out of my wallet handing it to him.
"Thank you, and your change" he say handing it to me with my receipt. I pulled up to the next window getting my drink and driving home.
As I was driving home there was a lot of traffic. considering it was 5:00, a lot of people are getting off work at this time.
I picked up my drink taking a sip out of it before putting it back in the cup holder. As I was about to turn the street corner, a car comes rushing out and flying through the intersection. My immediate reaction I slam on the breaks causing my drink to tip over and spill.
"What the hell" I say quite loudly. "That driver better have been luck it didn't spill in my bags" I mutter under my breath.
I slowly start driving again so that if another idiot decides to come flying out I can stop safely. Finally, pulling into my driveway u grab my bags and get out of the car, only to return a few minutes later to clean up the mess.
As I walk through the front door, I throw away the now dirty napkins and call for my mom.
"Mom" I call out.
"In here" I hear a voice come from the living room. Walking towards the voice, I see my mom sitting on the couch watching a soap opera with a box a Kleenex.
"Mom"? I ask. "Are you crying"? I chuckle out.
"No" she sniffles. "My eyes are just sweating"
"Mom what the heck" I say as I bend over clutching my stomach to stop it from hurting by laughing so much.
"Whatever" she viciously rolls her eyes. "How was the mall"? She asks
"Well I got a black and white bikini from Triangl and som stuff from Victoria Secret" she nods along as I talk. "And on the way home some jackass—" I pause seeing my moms face giving me a warning. "I mean, some idiot fly out on the intersection and I almost hit him"
"Oh my gosh! Are you okay"? She asks jumping up in a panic to examine my face.
"Ma, I'm fine". I say pushing away her hands. "But my Starbucks isn't" I say slouching a bit.
"Oh, it's okay baby. I'll get you a gift card".
"Thanks mom" I say engulfing her in a hug. "Oh" I say pulling away. "Here's your change from sang you gave me this morning". I say taking the money out of my wallet and handing it to her.
"Thanks Hun" she says taking it. "Now shoo. I need to see if Adam actually dies" she says referring to her show.
"Gosh do I love you" I say giggling.
"Okay I love you too. Now go, get out"!
"Geez okay I'm going" I chuckle. I run upstairs into my room and then back down realizing I forgot my bags.
As I'm going down the stairs my tiny little legs decide to trip on air
"Going down—ouch" I land at the bottom of the stairs with a thud.
"Honey"? My mom calls. "Did you fall down the stairs"?
"Yea" I reply.
"Well next time could you fall a little quieter" she says. "Someone's about to die and I need to make sure it's that bitch Clara"
"Sorry mom" I say with an attitude. I grab my bags off the counter and run back up the stairs, into my room and face planting on my bed flinging my bags on the couch.
Today was a long day but I got everything I needed. Hooking up my blue tooth, I played 90210 by Blackbear while I put my pajamas I'm which consisted of flannel pajama pants, a teen wolf t-shirt, and a messy bun.
I curled up in my bed pulling the blankets over my head as the music played in the background. Suddenly feeling the urge to move I got up and danced, jumped, rolled, and did whatever my head wanted me to do. Blackbear really gets to me, especially with
G-Eazy.
I danced until my feet have out causing me to stumble to the floor. While laying on the floor, I roll over onto my back and lay like a starfish. I start to laugh thinking about how I always dance when I'm alone. It soothes me and no one can judge me.
I push myself off the floor returning to my bed. Too tired to dance again, I decide to play no rest for the wicked by Lykke Li.
There'll be no rest for the wicked, there's no song for the choir, there's no hope for the weary, if you let them win without a fight.
I listen as the song plays in the background as I feel my eyes get heavier and heavier, and soon their closed.
