screen. ➳ Joey Armstrong

➳ six.

"...tell me where's your hiding plaaace, I'm worried I'll forget your face, and I've asked everyone, I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along..."

I softly sang along with my speakers as I cut potatoes into little pieces, my cat watching me intently. Sorry Batman, but potatoes aren't good for you.

Usually it's songs like these that get me to think about what's wrong with my love life. Well, other than the fact that it's nonexistent. I'm stuck in love with this guy who will never see me as something more than a family friend, not to mention that he has a girlfriend and they've been together for almost a month. Yes, it's been almost four weeks since I met the girl of my crush's dream, and we are complete opposites.

I can't say that I don't like her, she's so nice, almost too nice sometimes. Everyone likes her and she seems to like everyone too. I do try to turn down every offer I get to hang out at the Armstrong's or to go anywhere near the happy couple and I know that it's not right, and that I'm doing exactly what I did last time. It's exactly because of this behavior that my life is this dull, but I don't really care anymore.

I wasn't exactly Martha Stewart but honestly everything you need to know about cooking is on the internet; recipes, tips, hacks... it's all there. Once everything was settled and I had served the amazing chicken and mashed potatoes I had just made (I'm not gonna lie, I had like half my portion already because cooking without eating in the process isn't possible for me), my parents got home.

I asked them about their day, they asked me about mine, complimented my cooking skills, nothing out of the ordinary. That is, until a text notification popped up on my phone.

"Thanks for making dinner, sweetie. It was great."

I looked up from my phone and sent my mom a smile. "No probs, mom."

"Yeah thanks Arden, I'm stuck doing the dishes now." Dad whines and mom rolls her eyes, smiling a little.

I excused myself and went upstairs, flopping myself on my bed. I opened the text I got earlier and almost choked when I saw what it said.

Jakeyy: we're picking u up in 5, be ready!

I quickly typed in, "why?? Where are we going?" and got a text back almost immediately.

Jakeyy: out. come on!! we're almost there

I was about ask him if he had lost his mind but, wasn't I just whining about my life lacking excitement like two minutes ago? I don't know where we're going but If I choose to stay home like I always do I'm probably going to regret it so, I texted Jakob an "ok" and quickly removed my hoodie. Besides, what's the chance that Joey and little miss sunshine were going to be with him?

I was wearing some black leggings already so I put on my favorite Muse t-shirt, because Muse is everything, a denim jacket and slipped my black boots on. I swiftly applied some perfume and let my hair loose, a few waves appearing from the tight bun I wore earlier. My phone buzzed again.

Jakob: we're outside.

I carefully made my way downstairs and opened the door, praying that my parents didn't hear me. I mean, I don't think they'd say no if I asked them but they'd be calling me and stuff to make sure I get home before 12 and honestly, I'm not in the mood for that right now. I spotted the Armstrong's car almost ran to it, a fluttery feeling suddenly hitting my stomach.

I opened the door tossed my bag in the backseat before climbing in, Jakob and Harper sitting in the front.

"Hey there stranger, I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks?" Harper joked.