the possibility of us| cara delevingne

☁two

[Capitalization Intended]

[PG-13]

What's happening to me?

It's been a couple of days since I've seen Foster, not that I care about him, but it's been sort of lonely without him.

Mom hasn't been talking a lot, it's been hard on her with the recent divorce, and the custody papers and bills flying in. 

I haven't contacted Dad in a bit, and I don't plan on it, frankly--- it's been a little better since he's gone. I don't have to take three benadryls to fall asleep because the arguments were getting too loud.

He just left. I guess he was fed up. I can't blame him. Mom has been a little bitchy lately and it's her mistake for wanting another child.

The abortion wasn't her choice, dad had forced her and caused all this drama.

It's been affecting me and my grades have been going down drastically,

Who knew a baby could definitely have a non-innocuous effect on this family?

-Saturday Morning-

I woke up with a splitting headache and turned to my bedside table and saw Foster, sitting in my beanbag, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

I was surprised by this, and jumped up and hit my head on the table.

"Damn, I know I'm attractive, doesn't mean you have to jump for joy for me. It's okay, honey." He said, in a mockful way.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?!" I exclaimed, rubbing the bruise on my forehead.

The sunlight beamed into my room, and I straightened up on my pillow.

"I'm taking you on a date, my mother wants me to be a gentleman so I thought why not ask a pretty-looking girl on a date...please accept, trust me I DO NOT want to do this."

He called me pretty-looking...

"Pretty-looking? You must have the wrong person. Besides, why would I do a favour for you? You've been a complete dipshit to me. I'm not interested get out now."

Foster reached up a hand and stroke my hair, "Awwww, don't be like that amore mio."

I slapped his hand, and hid myself under my blanket.

"GET OUT!" I screamed in frustration. I watched as he stood up and leaned in my doorway.

"Please. Just think about it." He said, before he turned around and closed my door.

Who does he think he is?

//King Of Donair | 1:24 PM.

I rolled my eyes as Foster called my name for the fiftieth time. We walked toward the King Of Donair, the small pizza place on Halifax. He tried to grab my hand but I walked faster in front of him.

As I opened the door I felt a little lightheaded. The strong scent of pizza, fries and ice cream made me spin around. It reminded me when I was younger in a cafeteria, school kids screaming and shouting letting out all the energy they've been keeping in all day. I missed those days, the lunch I had now was disgusting and often gave me food poisoning.

I walked over to the cashier and stared at the gigantic pimple on his forehead.

Tyler, his nametag said.

"Welcome to King Of Donair, my name is Tyler and I would like to mention to you that we have a new pizza special. All the small pizzas are five dollars and we also do catering, how may I help you today?" Tyler said in a rather groggy voice.