My Best Friends Brother

Mixed Signals.

~~~~AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Hello (: lol. I would just like to say that, yes, I have re-written this story. If you’ve read it before and noticed the changes, I would just like to say that I thought the story was a jumbled mess because for the most part, I was writing it on my iPod. So I didn’t have much creativitititynessness. (like my word?) And now, I thought it needed to be re-written because in all honesty, it wasn’t that good. And its not going to change P.OV.‘s (point of views) Because I think it’s a bit dumb. Because I had no clue what was going through ‘Vince’s’ mind during this? XD So yeah, please enjoy leave me comments&votes, tell me if I need to fix other stuff? Or whatever you want!:D Tell me about yourself, tell me what olor jelly you like, tell me what your kitty’s name is, whatever you want!

-ENJOY(:

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My Bestfriend’s Brother

Chapter One

Mixed Signals.

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    I woke up bright and early on a Tuesday. Considering it's summer that doesn't happen often. I swung my legs off the side of my bed and walked over to my mirror hanging over my dresser. My makeup ws smeared and my hair was a mess. I usually woke up like this so it didn't bother me. I reached in my makeup bag and pulled out a box of toilets that removes makeup and wiped off my eyeliner. When I finished, I opened my door and tip-toed down the hallway. Wouldn’t want to wake anyone, especially Ben, if they were home.

I opened the cabinet in silence trying not to wake any of the sleeping people in my house. So I pulled out a purple towel and matching washcloth, stripped and got in the shower. First I just stood under the water, letting the warm water wake me up. Then I sat on the tub floor, shaving my legs. I was probably going swimming at Brittany’s later. Or that was the plan.

Once I was out of the shower, I got dressed into my favorite striped purple and green tank top and shorts and wrapped my hair in my towel. I plugged in my stereo and pressed play to whatever cd I had in there and waltzed over to my magenta love seat.

I tapped my foot to Mayday Parade’s ‘Kids In Love’ beat while turning on my phone.

‘One new message from: the skaaaank :p’ Ha, Lacy.

“R u allowed 2 go 2 Britt’s later?” Lacy sent.

Lacy is one of my best friends. The block I live on only has 4 girls. Me, Lacy, Brittany, Brooklyn (Lacy’s older sister). So, of course we’re gonna be close. Lacy lives on the other side of my street. But it’s pretty easy to get to her house. I usually hop fences, or when I feel… not lazy, I walk all the ay around the block to her house. Brittany lives just a few houses up from Lacy, so I usually walk to her house, if we hangout. I mostly hangout with Lacy, though.

“Yeah, just got out of the shower. Give me a bit?(:” I texted back. I usually don’t use text talk soo…

“K. I’ll be at my house waitin.” she texted back within the 20 seconds after I sent mine.

I got up and dried my hair, and put on my makeup. I usually don’t wear a lot of makeup other than eyeliner and mascara. But today, I decided to put on a little foundation, even though it’d probably wash off in the pool..

I packed my hot pink and black bikini in my blue bag, along with my beach towel, other pants, and hairbrush. I CANT stand when my hair has even ONE tangle. I will go craaazy.