I woke up at ten from the stupid hotel alarm I set.
I got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. I hadn't had one for like 5 days. Very hygienic ikr.
I get out of the shower and I do as I always do, I sit in my towel and check my phone.
It said I had a Snapchat from hayden. I open it and it says:
Hayden: heard you were back in town 😉
Back when I lived here I kinda had a thing for hayden. We were very close but he always was still distant from me. We grew a part over the years to the point we didn't even make eye contact with each other.
He became an annoying jock and I was just that girl who played a useless sport. Volleyball doesn't really have a big reputation around here. It's either football, soccer, basketball, or golf. I mean yea down here we always went to championships and all but just nobody liked it.
I replied finely after thinking about him texting me.
Me: ya because of Mel.
He quickly opens and responds.
Hayden: we should hang out
Me: yes ig
Hayden: come to my house like u use to and we will go do smt.
Me: ok ig.
I get to his house and knock on his door. His mom greets me and hugs me tightly for about what seems five minutes then kisses me on the cheek.
"Hey lyza" hayden says as he comes down the stairs.
"Hey hayden I've missed you." I say happy as I admired hoe tan he's gotten. He's always been fair skinned even tho he practically lives on the beach.
"I've missed you so much too." He says back to me.
"Let's go upstairs for a little while." He said.
We use to always go to his room and just sit there for hours. I always say on his sofa and he'd sit at his desk or sometimes on his bed. He had lots of posters and all on his walls. He was the guy that understood me about my "band addiction". That's what my friends called it. We could talk about one band for hours. We made a deal that we would go to our first concert together but I guess I broke it cause I've been to green days alot and the little gigs of swimmers and mt. Eddy.
We got up to his room I plopped on the sofa like I use to day everyday after school and he plopped on his bed. His room wasn't much different. I'm glad cause usually when guys teens go through puberty they take all their posters down which sucks cause I like punk rooms.
"You got a boyfriend?" He asks as he stares at my phone. Ugh everybody thinks I have one.
"No he's more like a brother to me" I said as I flipped my phone around in my hands staring at my lap.
"Oh" he says very quickly
"So how is life going for ya hay?" I ask as I sigh thinking hoe much I've missed this sofa and also how many times he's prob made out with a girl or fucked a girl on it also. Yuck.
"Fine I guess. I'm just a fuck up who goes to frat parties when I'm not even in college yet." He says as he's looking through his playboy mag. He always had playboy mags around. I started looking in them myself. They were weird and interesting. I always wanted to look like that so hay would look at me the way he did at a girl in one of those mags. I mean yea u could say I had crushes on ALMOST all the guys i hung out with I mean and there were lots of guys. I mostly hung out with them. They understood me better.
