Teenage Dirtbag // hs fan-fiction (au)

Chapter 6.

I flip the light on in the bathroom and set my bathroom stuff down on the counter. From my makeup bag I pull out my mascara, my blush and my foundation. I've never been one to wear a lot of makeup.

My hair and skin look kind of greasy from my long plane ride yesterday so I really need a shower.

 I turn on the shower and once the water feels warm I pull the plug making the water spray out of the shower nozzle, and the water splatters onto the bottom of the tub, making a loud pinging sound. I rid myself of my dirty clothes, or my shirt at least. I guess I didn't put my pants back on this morning.

I look at myself in the mirror and I'm not exactly pleased or unhappy. I'm thin and I always have been; I just think I should maybe start working out. I don't really care what people think of me though so I just brush the thought off and step into the shower.

The hot and steamy water releases all my stressed muscles and relaxes me entirely.  I always had trouble with having fast showers; my showers were always half an hour to an hour long. I could never part from the warmth of the shower so quickly, like all of my Friends back home.

I missed them so much. Eve, Ray and Tom. Short for Evangeline, Rayanne, and Tamara. We made up those nicknames when we were in third grade, that's when we met, so we were all basically sisters to each other.

My moving didn't go down well with all of them, they said I couldn't go because they would miss me too much, I couldn't tell if they were joking or not. So I told them they could come visit me sometimes. I also told them we would still have movie night every Friday, it would just have to be via Skype. I dought that will ever even happen though.

I am distracted from my thoughts by loud music playing from the floor above, and it must be really, really loud if I can hear it in the shower. It's not bad music either, it's quite good actually.

I hum along to the music as I grab the shampoo bottle off the shelf.  I use Tressame Damage Repair, it smells so good. The conditioner is the same as the shampoo, just in a different bottle. I lather up my hair and rinse out the suds, then put in the conditioner reach out of the shower onto the bathroom counter so I could grab my razor, my loufa and my body wash.

I pull my hand back into the shower with my pink razor, my green loufa and my favorite body wash from Bath and Body Works called "Peach Bellini". I set them down inside the shower then reach back out onto the counter and grab my Nivea, Gentle Foaming, face wash.

After I pour a glob of body wash onto my hand I slide the gel up and down my leg. Bubbles smelling of peachiness fill the shower and I take a deep breath. Peach Bellini is my favorite smell.

My razor slides out of my hand at my first attempt to grab it off the shelf in the tub, and I make two more attempts before I finally grasp it in my hand. I remove the hard plastic cover and slide the blade up my leg, clearing a path of bubbles, and shaking them into the warm water.

After I'm done shaving I wash my face and rinse out the conditioner I had left in my hair then, hop out of the shower. The bathroom is cold so I turn off the fan and pad over to my suitcase that is lying open on the floor.

Water drips off my nose as I grab a bra and underwear out of my suitcase and slide them onto my sticky body. I only wear plain undergarments. I've got no one to impress so I always go with the plain, boring look, white and beige. I remember wearing a push up bra for like a week in grade 10, but I got too many creepy stares so I went back to my normal, un-push upped bra. My boobs are almost too big, and trust me; it’s not the best thing.

I twist my hair up into the towel and grab my bath robe out of my suitcase, then walk over to the bathroom to get ready for my interview.

I apply a thin coat of cover up and then coat my eyelashes with black mascara. A little blush to my cheeks is all it takes to complete my look. When I'm satisfied with my face, I pull my hair out of the towel and shake it out, laying over one shoulder. My hair is already starting to wave up again.

I really hate my hair; it’s not straight unless I straighten it. It's wavy and kind of frizzy and I hate it. I wish it could just be straight and then I could spend less time in the morning getting ready. But then again people with wavy hair wish they’re hair was straight, and people with straight hair wish they’re hair was wavy. Life’s funny like that.

I pull out my blow-dryer from the bottom of my suitcase and plug it into the outlet into the bathroom, then get to work.

My hair is really thick so it takes quite a while to dry. With the blow-dryer set on high, I can usually have my hair completely dry in 30-45 minutes.

*1 hour later*

‘phew’ I huff as I step out of the boiling hot room. Showering and blow-drying my hair made the bathroom almost impossible to stand in without sweating up a storm.

I walk around my room a bit to try and cool myself off; when that fails miserably I open the window and stand in front of it. The cool breeze brings a sigh of relief unto me.

Returning back to my suitcase I dig for an appropriate shirt to wear for a job interview. I decide on a light blue chiffon shirt with a pair of my black Hollister jeans and my favorite combat boots. I decide that my style is edgy but still appropriate in a work setting.

It is 2:40 so I have about 20 minutes until I want to leave the apartment. That leaves me 20 minutes to get there and 10 minutes to be early, so I’m giving myself more than enough time.

Unexpectedly the music from the room above starts again; the chords to an unfamiliar tune fill the air.

“Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me...” An amazing voice sings from above. The thick accent in his voice is subtle but crisp enough for me to notice.

“But bare this in mind it was meant to be…” The beautiful voice continues.

“And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks, and it all makes sense to me” What song it this? And why have I never heard it before?

 The melody is breathtaking and the voices are simply astonishing. A new voice sings and I sit listening in awe as each person takes a turn singing. Each voice has a different quality that makes each of the voices special in their own way.

One voice stood out in particular for me as he sung. The air around me froze as I listened to the perfect raspiness of the voice singing just above my head. His accent was clear and thick, but so beautiful. When the song ended I was sad but it was also time to leave. I reminisced the raspy voice and hummed in my head

“And I’ve just let these little things slip out of my mouth” the sweet voice fills my head as I drive to the café.

I accidentally published the chapters last night lol! then I deleted them and finished editing. I wasnt done editing last night! eheh..

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