"PUBIC HAIR PUBIC HAIR PUBIC HAIR!" you heard.
"Who would chant that?" You asked your best friend.
"I have no clue and especially in mall with a lot of people around," she stated.
"Ugh, I can't stand obnoxious people," you told her.
A few minutes went by and you saw the obnoxious boys at the other side of the food court.
"Maybe they'll stay over there." You absent mindedly remarked, but you spoke too soon. As soon as they finished ordering their food they made their way closer and closer eventually sitting at the table right next to yours. You and your friend exchanged irritated looks. The boys continued being insanely loud and you could feel the eyes of the one wearing a tie-dye shirt on you. You finally turned to face him and gave him the dirtiest look you could muster up this only caused him to smile and wink at you. Your friend started a conversation up with you so you forgot about the obnoxious boys for a few minutes until you felt something hit the side of your face.
"SCORE." Screamed one of the boys. You turned to see the one wearing tie-dye hi-fiving the other boy.
"Are you guys seriously so immature you have to throw straw paper at me?" you asked as you tossed the straw paper on the floor.
"We're not immature. We're having fun. Maybe if you'd get that stick out your ass you'd have fun too." Tie-dye boy told you.
"Ugh, come on y/bf/n. Let's go."
"Aww, where you going, cutie? I wasn't done talking to you."
"Fuck off"
That night you went back home and tried on all the cute clothes you had bought at the mall. Your friend had came home with you and she kept talking about the two boys at the mall. She let it slip that she thought they were cute.
"YOU THOUGHT THEY WERE CUTE? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? THEY ARE OBNOXIOUS AND LOUD AND I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD THINK THEY ARE CUTE," You screamed.
"Jeez. Calm down. Maybe you do need to get that stick out of your ass." Your friend whispered.
"what did you say?" You asked.
"Nothing. Let's just watch a movie," she told me.
"No. I'm going to get a shower and by the time I get out I want you out of my house," You commanded.
"Whatever. So much for thinking you were a good friend."
The truth was you didn't have any friends except for her, but you only hung out with her because she was your parent's friend's daughter and you always had to see her. Maybe you were a little uptight, but that didn't matter. She could have said something in a nicer way.
*Next day at school*
You walked into your first class of the day and sat on the opposite side of the classroom from your ex best friend.
"Students, we have a new student in our class. Will everyone welcome, Taylor Caniff."
You couldn't believe it. It was tie-dye boy. He walks down the aisle and sits at the same table as you. Out of all the seats why did you have to choose this one?
"Hey, babe. Miss me?" He smirked.
"No. I sure as fuck did not miss you. And do not call me babe."
"Still have the stick up your ass I see."
"You know what? Fuck you. You don't now me or anything about me." With that you grabbed your items are stormed out of the classroom. You could hear you teacher yelling after you, but you didn't care. You were tired of not having any friends. You were tired of people judging you. You were tired of being here. You were going home.
*At your house*
You had came home, changed into pajamas, pulled your hair into a ponytail, and snuggled up to watch netflix in the living room. You were about to doze off when you heard a knock on the door. Who could it be? Your parents wouldn't have knocked. You grabbed the closest thing to you that could be used as a weapon which happened to be an umbrella. You slowly peeked out the door and didn't see anyone. Maybe you heard wrong. You leaned your head all the way out the door and looked around. When you swung your head to the left you saw none other than Taylor.
"What do you want?" you asked as you swung the door the rest of the way open.
"I came to apolog-is that an umbrella? Do you really think a murderer would knock? Could you even fight a murderer with an umbrella?"
"Did you come to apologize or make fun of me more?"
"Sorry. Guess you don't have the same sense of humor as me."
"You know I'm not some stuck up bitch."
"That's not what I meant. Sorry."
"You say sorry a lot."
"Yes, because I seem to keep offending you. Anyway, I came to apologize. I didn't mean to offend you. I was only kidding around. I was picking on you because you're cute and I didn't know what else to say to you."
"Wow, flirting now is telling people they have a stick up their ass?" you asked as you winked. "Come on in, Taylor."
"Are you sure you want me to come in? Or do you just want there to be no witnesses when you attack me with the umbrella?"
You didn't answer him instead you smirked and walked further into the house. You turned around a corner fast and as soon as Taylor walked around you hit him on the leg with the umbrella.
"I KNEW YOU JUST WANTED TO HIT ME WITH THE UMBRELLA."
"Duh, why else would I invite someone I don't know into my house?"
"Because you think I'm incredibly sexy?"
"Yeah, not really."
"Not even a little?"
"No."
"I think you're cute."
"Thanks."
"You're not giving in are you?"
"Nope."
Taylor ended up staying a while and your parents eventually returned home and met Taylor. You thought they'd be upset to have a boy in the house, but they didn't even react to it. Taylor surprised you though. He acted like a complete gentleman in front of your parents. He stayed for dinner and then he announced that he should be going home. He said bye to your parents and you two walked outside to your porch.
"Well, thanks for forgiving me."
"Anytime."
"Um, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Nah, I think I'll be to busy having surgery."
"What?! You're having surgery? Why?"
"To get the stick out of my ass." Taylor laughed.
"Maybe you do have a good sense humor."
"Told you. See you at school tomorrow." Taylor started to walk off.
"Hey, Taylor?"
"Yeah?"
"Maybe I do think you're a little cute."
"I know you do."
"You're a cocky little shit" you said and he smiled and turned around.
*A year later*
You and Taylor have been dating for about 8 months now and you both are going strong. You have had your ups and downs but you both love each other very much.
You both spend everyday with each other either doing fun things, watching movies, making YouTube videos, and 😉😉.
You believe that you and Taylor will be together for a very long time and maybe have a family together in the future.
