Kiss me.

Okay, so this is my first story. It's going to suck, in all honestly. I'm not a good writer but I just get bored and my friend told me I should write a story so, here I go. Check it out or not, whatever floats your boat my friend. -b

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. Reluctantly, I rolled over and hit the snooze button and just as I was about to drift off back to sleep, my brother bursted into my room insisting that I get up right now. You see, my dad cheated on my mom, and they ended up getting a divorce. She moved out and we got stuck with my dad, and none of us have heard from her since. My dad passed away at the beginning of summer, and my mom didn't want anything do with us well me, and never to took me in. So, my 19 year old brother, Jake, said he would let me stay with him and that he would take care of me. And, I totally forgot to introduce myself, my bad. My name is Brynlee Vera, I'm 17, really awkward, and depressed. I decided that its time I roll out of bed and start my day even though all I really want is to crawl back into my bed, hide under my covers and sleep to eternity. Summer just ended, and I have school. I'm really dreading it because, I know everybody is going to come up to me with their fake concern and tell me how sorry they are that my father passed away and all that shit. The thing is, nobody ever cared about what happened in my life before, so why would they care now? Easy, it's because they don't. I'm going to put on my best fake smile today, and tell everybody that I am fine and that they have nothing to worry about. I walked over to my closet looking for something to wear, and I don't want it to be too dressy but I also don't want it to look like I just through something on and just went with it. As I looked around, I saw my favorite pair of light, and ripped at the knee skinny jeans, i grabbed them. I also grabbed a white tank top, my leather jacket, and my black converse. I'm not really sure if those go together, but hey what can ya do. It's going to have to do for now until i get paid tomorrow, and find time to look for new clothes. I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, I was completely appalled that my hair is so messed up. It's going in every which way it can, I finally got it brushed after like 10 hours. I grabbed my straightner from under the counter and turned it on. While I wait for it to heat up, I pull my hair back so I can apply my make-up. Nothing to complicated, just a little mascara, eyeliner for the bottom, a thin layer of eyeliner on the top, and a little smokey eye'd look. After that I put on my outfit to see how it looks all together, just in case I need to make any last minute changes. I got to say, it looks quite cute actually. Now that my outfit is on point I walk over and lightly feel if my straightner is hot enough, and surely it is considering I just burnt my damn finger. I always burn myself with this stubborn thing, I won't be surprised if I did it again. 20 minutes pass by and I'm finally done, now I know why I usually wear my hair up it only takes 5 seconds. I take one last look at myself in the full length mirror in the right corner of my bedroom before I grab my bag and head downstairs. While walking down the stairs, I grabbed an apple for the drive to school. I walked out the door, not bothering to lock it because I know Jake will when he leaves for college. As I unlocked my car and got in, I saw out of the corner of my eye my friend, Luke. Luke is my best friend, we've been friends since we were in diapers. He's always been there for me through thick and thin, and when we said we were best friends, we meant it forever. He tapped on my window wanting to know if he could hitch a ride. Don't get me wrong, I love Luke to death but he really needs to get his license. I looked at him, and gestured  for him to get in. He got in and looked at me with sad eyes and put his hand over mine. "Hey Bryn, I'm so sor-" I cut him off before he could even finish the rest of his sentence. I looked down at my feet, than back at him. "Don't even start Luke, I don't want or need your sympathy. I appreciate it but I don't want to hear it. I'm sorry, I just don't want to be reminded of it and it's still hard to talk about." I didn't mean for it to sound as rude as it did, but I was just sick of everybody's sympathy and them feeling sorry for me. He looked out the window and mumbled an "oh". I sighed and looked back down "Listen Luke, I'm sorry, but it's just been rough for me. I mean Jake isn't the nicest or the easiest peron to live with. He's extremely lazy and doesn't do anything around the house. I'm pratically taking care of him instead of the other way around, and it gets tiring. I'm not ready to be an adult, yet. I didn't mean to be rude, and I'm sorry." Luke looked back at me, and rubbed my hand with his thumb. "Hey, it's okay. I know what you're going through and I know it's not easy. I know I haven't been in this situation before, but I can and I will help you in any way I can. Okay?" I nodded and half smiled, and started my car.