~Jesselin~
Four weeks later
"Why aren't you ready?" Marie said from my doorway. I looked up from the book I was reading to see her standing there with her hands on her hips.
"Ready for what?" I asked, picking my book back up and continuing to read.
"You're supposed to go to Matt's parents house today. You should've been packed two days ago and you should be showering and getting ready now!" she said exasperatedly, sitting next to me on my bed. I was laying on my stomach reading The Book Thief and listening to Little White Lies by One Direction.
"What do I have to be packed for?" I asked, not really caring about the answer.
"You're staying with them for a week stupid. Go pack," she replied. I looked up at my best friend and sighed.
"I don't wanna go!" I groaned into my comforter.
"You have to. You promised Matt you would," she reminded me.
"Blegh," I complained.
"Get up before I smack you," she threatened. I groaned and sat up.
"Good. Now get in the shower. Your hairs a mess," she commanded.
"You know, for a white girl, you're really bossy," I muttered, standing up and stretching.
"Jesus what time did you go to bed last night?" Marie asked.
"I didn't," I replied.
"That's obvious by the bags under your eyes." she told me. I groaned again and grabbed some knickers, a pair of skinny jeans, and a tee shirt.
I stripped in the bathroom and climbed into the shower, putting on Strong by 1D. I couldn't sleep last night thinking about today so I sat up all night long reading The Book Thief to distract myself. It worked to the point were I was completely immersed in the book. Now I had to come back into reality and face facts. I was meeting Matt's parents today. This was too much pressure. What if they don't like me? That's all that was running through my head. What if they think I'm a freak? I groaned and tugged on my hair. I hated this.
I finished up my shower and got dressed before walking into the kitchen and grabbing an apple.
"Please tell me you're not wearing that to meet Matt's parents," Jaeson said, walking in and pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Good morning to you too," I muttered. Then I turned around and said, "One, what do you care? And two, how the hell did you get in?"
"Your door was open and my coffee machine is broken," he said calmly, taking a sip of his freshly poured coffee. "And I care because I don't want you coming back all distraught that Matt's parents don't like you and you can't ever see him again and blah blah blah. So you're not wearing that. Then again, that might work out for me." I gave him the finger before looking down at my outfit. I was wearing a Sleeping With Sirens tee shirt, a pair of skinny jeans ripped on my left knee, and some grey toms.
"I don't see the problem," I replied. Jaeson sighed and rolled his eyes before grabbing my wrist.
"Come on," he muttered, dragging me into my room and over to my closet. He opened my closet door and started digging through my clothes.
"Don't you own anything besides band tee shirts and skinny jeans?" he muttered to himself.
"The fancy party clothes are buried on the right side," I told him, folding my arms across my chest. He pushed all my favourite clothes to the left side of my closet and dove in, emerging with about ten to twenty different clothing pieces in his arms.
