I wake up with the sun shining in my eyes ready to flip shit. I'm already pissed off and who ever opened my curtains just crossed the line.
"Who the fuck opened my god damn mother fucking curtains" I yell through out the house. I immediately hear stomping coming up the stairs. The door to my bedroom swings open and I see my very pissed mother narrowing her eyes at me.
"What"? She ask. "Mind repeating what you said"?she ask with a death glare. I look at her and raise my eyebrows before answering.
"Sure". Her eyes wide in shock. "I said, who the fuck opened my goddamn mother fucking curtains" in one swift move she instantly jumps into the bed and starts play fighting me.
"Ugh. Mom get off me"! I shout. She stops what she's doing and looks at me.
"You know, you'd just like me" she chuckles. "Stubborn as hell. You and Cleo. Mostly Cleo though, I think you've grown off of her"
"Yea if only I had a boyfriend we could be twins" u say rolling my eyes.
"Hey you'll find someone" she says rubbing my back. "And when you do, in your head you'll wish you met him sooner" she warmly smiles before getting up. She walks to the door and grabs the door knob. Before she walks out she turns back to me.
"And hey, use that language towards me again, you won't have a tongue". She winks at me before walking out and closing the door behind her. I roll my eyes before falling back onto the bed.
In my head, I think about the past week. I think about what Cleo and my mom said, about me finding someone. I've had a rough past with love and it just doesn't work for me.
Instead of sulking about my crappy love life. I decided to to just chill today. I hook my phone up to the beats pill as usual, turning on, of course Blackbear while hopping into the shower.
Since tomorrow is the beach party, to not even was my hair. Only because what's the point of washing it tonite if when I go, I get salt and fish piss in my hair.
Rinsing off my body, I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around me. Since I'm not going out I decide on no make up. I put on my Nike sweatpants and an Adidas t-shirt - I like to mix it up - while drying my hair I hear my phone start ringing and i look at the collar ID to see Cleo's name.
"Hello" I answer putting the phone to my ear.
"Hey babe, just making sure you didn't forget tomorrow"
"Babe?"
"Sorry I'm trying to make you feel better. I'm sorry I brought up boys and all that crap up"
"No it's fine. Really, I'm okay"
"Good. Are you still coming"?
"Of course" I reply laughing. "Okay I gotta go, see you tomorrow"
"Oh, I see Blackbear over me" she chuckles. "Bye loser" as the call ends my eyes widen in shock at what she just said.
"That hoe" I laugh. I walk up to my closet trying to find an outfit to go with my Triangl bikini. I push hangers out of the way, throw clothes out the drawers, and I even check through my dirty laundry. Still not being able to find anything i sigh in defeat and sit on my bed in a huff. I just can't seem to find anything.
"Honey" I hear my mom yell.
"Yes" I yell back. No answer "yes" I call out again" once again no answer.
Rolling my eyes, I get up off my bed and make my way to where I heard my mom calling me. I walk into the kitchen and just as I suspected. My mom is in the kitchen with a plate of pizza rolls. She pushes them over to me.
"Thanks mom". I say taking a seat at the island.
"So by the sound of it upstairs, your looking for an outfit to wear huh"?
"Yea" I chuckle. "I can't seem to find anything" I say stuffing a pizza roll in my mouth.
"Your bikini is black and white right"? I nod my head. "Okay, so while I was out, I stopped by the store and i got you something" she says pushing a bag to me.
"Mom, you didn't have to do that"
"Well yea I know but it's just a little gift to say thank you for putting up with this schedule I'm on. You know, the late hours early hours. I'm sorry I can't be home all the time".
"Hey, it's okay mom. You do what you have to do, and I'll do me".
"Thanks Hun. Now go away, my shows coming on. Thank the lord for Derek" she says rushing out of the kitchen and to the living room.
"I can't believe I'm related to her" I mutter under my breath before walking upstairs back to my room.
I decide not to open the bag my mom gave me till tomorrow, and I guess if I don't like the outfit, I'll just improvise.
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The rest of the day was spent scrolling through countless articles and Instagram accounts about love. Still, I can't figure it out. I guess love just isn't for me. I Don't really mind being alone though.
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I finally decided to go to sleep. Forget love. Who needs it.
Right?
