Because I Love You • jb

We Aren't Little Kids Anymore

Kai

"Come back here you cute piece of shit" I screamed as Justin ran through our new apartment. We were currently painting our bedroom a light grey. My annoying fuck of a boyfriend thought it was great idea to get a handprint of paint on my new cotton shirts.

"Ok.. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He said putting his hands up in defense. He looked at me cheesing like the idiot he is. I smiled back at him, I hate that I can't stay mad at him for long.

Let me catch you up on a few things because it's been a while. We left off with me being the drama queen I am while Justin went to visit Canada. We FaceTimed every night before I went to sleep. His grandpa turned out to be okay and he is now healthy.

I spent majority of my summer with my other two best friends. I was rarely home, we were out until two in the morning almost every night. All three of us took a trip to Palms Springs, it was great.

When Justin came back from Canada, there were a lot of happy tears. It was almost weird because he came back looking like a different person. He doesn't wear his glasses anymore, he got contacts while he was there. He wears them around me sometimes, because I told him that I like them. He got a haircut; his hair was shaved on the sides and it was longer at the top. It was almost like a swoop in the front. It's hard to explain, but it fits his face.

He even got a tattoo and was so excited to show me it. It was an seagull on his hip. It was apparently a tradition in the family. He explained to me, "I used to see it on my dad. And even though my dad's a complete asshole. It still makes it seem like he's apart of my life." Later on in the summer, he showed me a notebook filled with tattoos sketches he wants to get. And trust me, there's a lot.

He told me that he wanted to go in college looking like a new person. He didn't want to be the person he was for majority of high school. I supported the idea, I want to do the same thing. I barely like getting a trim when I get my hair cut, so I didn't do anything drastic with my appearance.

Justin is majoring in photography and I'm majoring in fashion design. Willow and I have a lot of the same classes because we're majoring the same career. Our dream is to have a clothing brand together and open our own boutique.

It all adds up to now, Justin and I setting up our student apartment. After three hours, we finally finished and it looked pretty good. While our room dried, we set up the living room and kitchen. Justin mounted the tv to the wall while I placed the photographs and paintings on the wall. Then we placed the L-shaped couch on top of the furry black rug I bought.

If you're wondering how we have the money to buy all of this stuff, Justin does a lot of photography gigs. People pay him to take pictures of them. Me on the other hand, I sold majority of my clothes and got a lot of money for that. My parents help us with food, they give us about three hundred a month, just so we aren't living on top ramen. I insisted on them not helping us out but my dad told me, "I'm just helping out my little girl and her boyfriend. We have plenty of money, might as well give you some to help out."

We got the move in workers to put our bed frame in our room and have a king mattress put on top of it. I have a huge mirror on my side of the room to look at my outfits in the morning. Plus it helps with cute Instagram posts.

Justin and I finished our pizza that we had delivered and headed to bed. It was currently midnight and it was our first day of classes tomorrow. "Are you nervous?" Justin asked me while putting toothpaste on his toothbrush.

I grabbed my face mask and began to put it on my face, "Surprisingly no. And I'm actually kind of excited because I finally get to take classes that help me with what I want to do in life."