Illusional Love (PENDING)

Nine

I love Los Angeles so much. You know what I love about this city? I love how the skies look like at the evening when the sun just goes down for a sunset to show.

You can find pink and yellow skies that probably just this city has. And tall palm trees that make everything just becomes more beautiful. I love everything in here, like the people are nice, there's rarely a fight or thug gangster in here, and everything just as nice as a city will be.

It's not so crowd like New York or not so quiet like Illinois or Arizona. It's just like normal. The only problem is that the living cost in here is pretty high because this is a country of broadway where a lot of famous people live in here.

I push on the horn, making a blare sound that would be an ear-piercing sound on the outside. There's no way in hell that if Carli can't hear that sound, because I've been pushing on this horn for like three times now.

I love this Honda car. This car is really made for me because I could just break my bitches eardrum so that they would just go down to me in a fast pace and short period of time. Now tell me that I'm a perfect kind of best friend you will ever find anywhere.

Thankfully, it's not so quiet in this street because I'm in the middle of the town where people are walking and the cars are horning too.

After what seems like 5 minutes, Carli finally rushes out from the rolling doors and gets in the car by the passenger seat beside me. She looks up to me as if she's looking right into a ghost.

I raise my brow at her shocked face, but she shakes her head and take a deep breath as if to get her heart to beat as normal as it could. "I was still drowning on my beauty napping when your first horn rang my ear like a damn alarm. Oh dude, I shower for only 4 minutes and apply a light makeup for 3 minutes."

Her voice hears like she's still in a rush with her rapid voice. I chuckle at her shocking expression while she's still trying to maintain her breath. "How could you even sleep? I didn't have time to even lay my body on a couch." That makes me chuckle even more.

"I have a big ass long day, I'm so tired . . but it's fine we both have it. So let's take this adventure before it goes on a waste." She winks and nudges me using her free hand while she's doing a touchup on her eyes.

Let me tell you about partying in somebody's house. There's a lot to tell because after the incidents of fire, cops, and else in Olive's house last year, we all made rules out for everyone who wants to be at the party.

The first thing is that we can't bring nerd people because they could possibly report us to crime and prison. It's because in every party, there will be weeds, pots, and vape thingy. It's disgusting but it's the source of crazy nights. The second thing is no one plays in any kitchen, especially for the drunk people. It'd been two houses before Olive's house turning down by the fire burning her house. The last thing is no music is too loud like it would make neighbors to bang the front door to threaten us bla bla bla. Sure we could dance and turn on the spotlights but this is not a concert so let's just turn on the music big enough.

I heard from several college's people that Cole may be a jackass but he throws a nice party and invites Greek-gods-figure guys which girls would like to get laid. I'm partying just for drinks and I have my own conscience to not have sex before marriage or at least engagement so that anything won't happen unexpectedly.

What I love about drinking is I may be not remembering about what happened in the morning, but my conscience still working whenever there's a creep forces me on getting laid. Sorry not sorry, but I better be on this way. Being pregnant with strangers frighten me because I don't want my child to have no father because of my mistake.