I'll Be The Moon And You Can Be My Stars

Chapter 1: Is This A Date?

Waking up in your bed, realisation smacks you in the face. It's your friend, Alice's 21st birthday and Anthony, Jaimee, you and your friend Rose were all going to go downtown with the birthday girl herself and hit up the bars and strip clubs there and get practically shit faced tonight. You grab your glasses from your nightstand and put them on, grabbing your phone right after. You check your phone and groan, swearing to yourself as you look at the time, 3:30 pm... Nearly four hours till you need to be outside,ready, and waiting for Anthony to pick you up. Luckily, it was your day off and you didn't have to work the next day, so you could do some crazy shit tonight.

Hopping out of your queen sized bed, you scamper to your closet and grab a nice mint green flannel, a pair of black skinny jeans, and a light blue hoodie. You toss the items down onto your bed in seconds and then head to your dresser, going to the middle drawer and opening it. You spot a pair of rainbow socks and quickly grab them, closing the sock drawer you go to the drawer right above it, your underwear drawer. You open the dresser drawer and grab a pair of ice blue boxer briefs that had little cute pink moustaches on them before shutting that drawer as well, tossing the briefs and socks on the bed.

As you toss the items onto your bed, you rush into the bathroom diagonal from your bed and turn the shower on, stripping out of your cute TMNT boxers and your spiderman tee, tossing them into the laundry hamper next to the bathroom door. You take your glasses off and set them down onto the sink then hop into the shower, letting the warm water trickle down your slender frame. You look down at the pale ivory of your pale figure and blush a bit, ugh.... Morning wood.. Well, you might as well take care of that while you're in here.

No, there will not be a shower scene in here.. No no no! Not just yet! That, well that comes later.

After cleaning yourself, you rinse the last bit of soap out of your sky blue locks of hair and quickly get out of the shower, drying yourself off and wrapping the towel loosely around your waist. You could walk around naked if you really wanted...but you don't feel like it. You stride over to your bed and begin changing into your daytime apparel, a gentle sigh escaping your soft light pink lips as you dress yourself. Walking over to the mirror that was placed against the outer space of your bathroom door, you look yourself over quickly, your mismatch brown and green eyes skimming your body over. You were missing something... Glasses! That's right! They were in the bathroom. Fuck. You saunter over to your bathroom sink and grab your glasses, putting them on. Ah, vision, one of the most valued things in your world right now.

You go over to the desk nearly 6 feet away from your bed and grab your deodorant and put it on, then your cologne comes next. Ah yes, smelling nice is the best...especially when you have to leave your home and go hang out with your, as most teen girls these days say, besties. You grab a couple of bracelets and wristbands, sliding them on your pale wrists after rolling your hoodie and flannel sleeves up a bit. Nice, not too shabby, now your arms have cool as frick wristbands and shit on 'em. Next, you grab the black eye liner next to your keyboard of the monitor in front of you and head over to the bathroom mirror again, beginning to use the eyeliner on the water line of your eyes.

Once you finish doing your "guyliner", you grab a pair of purple gauges with little pot leaves on them and put them in. After you put your gauges in, you grab your phone from your bed, checking the time. 4:05pm hmm... Not too bad. All you gotta do now is put your signature red knitted beanie and signature black converse on and you'll be ready and have enough time to chillax, eat food and play some overwatch with your friends, Alex, Layne, Kole, and Dyane and kick some major arse.

*beep beep*

You've gotten a text message from someone. Who could it possibly be right now? You pull your phone out of your pocket and unlock it, Anthony has messaged you. What could he need? Let's read the text.