"OMG Alex look !! They did it again!!!" she says shoving her phone in my face.
Yeah .
That is my sister Brooklyn screaming at the TV once again, all because she's drooling over this lame-o group called The Bomb Digz. shes been totally obsessed with them for like three years and I've had to listen to her scream, squeal, screech, and hysterically shriek over there every move. "they're going to be having a show in New york when we go ." my sister says nearly fainting over TMZ's most recent news. " yeah Brook but we'll be going to New York to visit Aunt Bella, and plus mom is never going to give you the money to see those losers. Those ticket prices are ridiculous.'' I say rolling my eyes as I continue to pack my suit case with ripped jeans, shirts, and some light jackets. "Look. just because you don't have any interests in TBD , doesn't mean they're losers . I mean they do have more friends than you , but that doesn't say much because you don't have any friends ." Brooklyn says with a witty smile. "First off I do have friends, and I'd rather have the Two I do have than thousands of fake ones, but that doesn't say much because Daniel is just as fake." I say in retort , knowing I've struck a nerve. Daniel is her favorite, she has this huge fanpage for him and a scrapbook the size of Texas full of Daniel Veda information, but hes just some airheaded popstar.
"Never come out of your face to say Daniel Veda is fake. God, I don't even know how were related." my sister says narrowing her eyes at me as she leaves my room and heads back into the hall." I chuckle lightly to myself glad to get her out of my room.
As I continued to pack I played some Bryson Tiller to calm my nerves. My sister is so crazy over those boys and I just don't get it. All they are is three selfish pop star play boys , who honestly don't care about anyone but themselves. Every time you see them on E! News , TMZ, and Mtv they're always just breaking up with someone , or there's some huge "scandal " about a girl coming out of their rooms early in the morning, them being rude to a fan , or God knows what else.
How could you support people like that ??!
Any who ........ Any whore
i went to grab my phone off my dresser as it continues to blare the calming waves of Bryson Tillers voice. There is then a cut in the music announcing a new notification
Marii💛🍂😍: still wanna run away?
Ahhh my best friend Mariisol. She always knew what to say, she knew that my parents ruining the first half of my summer was a complete shock, and by ruining i mean deciding the family needed a "Detox" and sprung the trip to New York on Brooklyn and I in all of 4 hours. Brooklyn was enthralled and starting packing, texting, screaming, and yes plotting her stalking plans for those guys.
I on the other hand thought it was the most devastating thing my 17 year old ears have ever heard.
See i planned to lounge and draw my first couple of summer weeks away with Mariisol and Bria -- my two best friends but now I had to miss out on Netflix binge watching till 3 am, 10 o clock trips to Starbucks and Quik Trip for food we definitely didn't need, and feeling the Florida night breeze flow over my bare arms as I rested my head out of the window of Bria's little 2002 Corvette.
Me💖: the only reason I'm not going to run away is because my aunt Bella is the coolest, you've met her
as i toss my phone onto my bed and walk back over to finish preparing but folding and rolling up ripped jeans, crop tops, flannels, and lounge dresses, along with whatever else i thought was cute. "Alex!!! you better be packing and not sulking." my dad said down the hall his solid steps , heavy and steady at the end of the hall near the stairs. '' I'm nott'' i yell back, filling my duffle with my shoes and slinging it on top of my of my suitcase, then laying out on my floor.
Marii💛🍂😍: Bria's in 10 ?
Me💖:omw
i drag my body off my bed and reach for my Nikes grabbing my phone, charger, purse, and tootbrush. this is the way it works with my bestfriends and i. The three amigas.
"im headed to bria's" i yell to my parents over another one of Brooklyns Bomb Digz songs. i hop in my 1999 honda accord. My baby.
I like old and reliable things let's just keep it at that.
"stop the press! stop the press I'm here !!" i say plopping down onto the plush bean bag of Bria's room throwing my bag against the foot of her bed as she tosses me a bag of sour patch from the stash in her floor boards. Mariisol laughs as i roll my eyes back dramatically and toss 3 sour patch into my mouth at once .
"so how are you're parents just going to drag you off to New York for 5 weeks ? randomly at that ?" Bria says sucking on her sour worms "Girll I have no idea! I'll be stuck in a stuffy apartment while you guys chill out down here and go to the club."
I say rolling my eyes completely unamused.
"You have more drawing material in New York , you know you're aunt has all that cool stuff. And all the art in New York !?! All of the scenery you could redraw ?"
Mariisol says going into a frenzy and she leans back on Bria's bed.
"That's literally the only good part. My parents will probably be sight seeing , Brook will be trying to find her boy toys and i can hang with aunt Bella or go to Java Jones and read , sketch and binge on caffeine."
"Okay enough depressing shit , let's watch some movies . Beautiful Creatures ??" Mariisol says dangling the remote from her fingers, obviously over the topic of me leaving.
"Let's do it." I said climbing into the bed and squishing myself between the two of them
My best friends
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