Lost In Your Tattoos || l.p.

six

👑Reagan👑

"Wakey-wakey my oh so lazy friend!!!!"

I hop off my loft bed and run into the kitchen smelling Mica's famous pancakes. I grab a plate and pile 8 pancakes onto it.

"I bought some maple pecan syrup from the store", she calls from her room.

I scramble to the fridge and grab the best tasting syrup in the world. After dumping some onto my pancakes, I scarf down my breakfast.

"I'm so glad it's Saturday!", she whoops.

"Damn right! Hey, where are your parents?"

"They took off the next three weeks from work and are headed to the Bahamas.

"They're missing your graduation?"

"OUR graduation, and yeah..."

"I don't think I can go, with everything that's happened."

"I understand. I'll have to leave you alone for a few hours", she frowns.

She leaves and I head back to bed, almost regretting not going to graduation. I change into a pair of black spandex and a white Wounded Warriors hoodie, when she gets home, she describes the ceremony in detail.

"DISNEY MARATHON!!!", we scream together as we set up the sleeping bags and some pillows on the ground. I hop up and pop some popcorn, grab 4 tubs of Ben and Jerry, and pull a 2 liter bottle of Dr.Pepper out of the fridge. After setting them down on the coffee table in the den, I grab some cups.

We watch all the Disney princess movies, all the Toy Story movies, and every other Disney movie we have, which is basically all of them.

I fall asleep half-way through Wreck-It Ralph.

I'm woken up to Mica shaking me. "Whaaaaaaattttt?", I whine.

"Liam's here."

"HE'S WHAT?!"

"He's here and he wants to talk to you", she tell me, worry coated in her voice.

"Tell him I'm not here", I say anger boiling inside me.

"He knows you're here because he's on the couch dip-shit", she jokes.

"I'll gonna go to my room and try to sleep...", she grins evilly.

I give her a I'm-gonna-freaking-kill-you-when-I'm-done look.

She laughs it off and walks out, leaving me to deal with Liam.

"What?", I growl. Wow, that's becoming a bad habit lately.

"I'm sorry."

"I don't accept."

Mica walks into the kitchen and says, "She wants an apology not a sorry..."

When she walks back out if the kitchen, Liam turns to me.

"I apologize."

"For what?", I ask trying to get on his nerve.

"For being a jerk."

"Hmmm... Okay."

He gives me a strained smile. "I'm not dragging you along... I'm a gang leader, I'm not into shopping or make-overs and all the stuff that girls like. I'm supposed to be tough and I'm sorry, but that's me."

"Do you skateboard?"
He nods.
"Do you surf?"
He nods again.
"Then there are tons of things we can do that aren't just for girls."

"Let's do something," he states.