axel

::eighteen::

Point of View: north 

[I can't explain a thing

I want everything 

To change and stay the same oh time 

Doesn't care about anyone or anything

Come together

Come apart

Only get lonely when you read the charts] {(Coffees for Closers)} 

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I wake up with an ear splitting headache forming above my right ear. My head thrums with the memories of last night and the remembrance of her. I roll over onto my side and try to ignore the fact that it's morning.

It's a Saturday so my mother will be planning for the Ball all day long, which means if I go downstairs to hang out, she'll want me to help out. I will be sat down at the table with invites, envelopes, and stamps. 

I'll have to convince her I have things to do if I want to get out of the house. Which means I'll probably have to pack homework with me and go actually do it somewhere so she'll let me go.

I get out of bed with a sigh, realizing that it's already eleven. I slept through all three of my alarms, apparently. I throw my math homework into my bag and set my camera on top of it before getting dressed.

A few minutes later I'm downstairs and grabbing an apple from the fruit tray. 

Mom walks in the kitchen as I'm grabbing a knife and says, "Hey, do you think you can help me?"

This is code for "This is not a question."

I try and pull the best sad face I can muster up, "Gee, I'm sorry mom, but I've got a ton of homework, and I'm going to the library to work on it. Maybe when I get home I can help!"

I'm planning on getting home at like one in the morning so I don't have to help.

She makes a face and I can tell she's disappointed. But she cares too much that I make good grades for her to push it. "Okay, well don't stay out too late and be careful on the roads."

I nod and cut the apple up into pieces and put them into a container before shoving it in my bag and grabbing my keys.

"See ya," I swing them around on my pointer finger and scurry out the door as fast as possible. I love my mom, but I don't really want to spend the whole day preparing for the Ball and listening to my mother talk about her dress for it.

I hop in the car and survey my options. I don't actually want to go to the library. I get evil looks from the librarians there ever since I managed to knock over three rows of bookshelves on accident about a month ago. I think I'm on some sort of list there of the people who cause trouble and should be watched.

I could go to the lake, but I don't want to sit outside since it's gotten progressively colder over the past few days. So the only place left that I really like in this town is the coffee shop.

So I guess that's where I'm going.

My car goes to the coffee shop like it's memorized it's path, and I park my car in the usual parking space around the side.

I walk inside, lugging my bag of books and set them down at a table near the back. I walk up to the counter and order a tall coffee. When they shove it across the counter towards me I say thanks and go back over to the table.