the boy with the bandanas {t.c.}

01

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock going off. I hit the snooze button, not wanting to wake anyone up, and slide the covers off. My feet hit the floor, and I lift myself off the bed. Ugh, I have school today.

I make my way toward the bathroom, and pull the door closed behind me.

My clothes hit the cold tile of the bathroom floor and I open the curtain of the shower. I flip the knob to my preferred settings, and step in.

"My hands, your hands, tied up like two ships.

Drifting, weightless, waves tryna break it.

I'd do anything to save it, why is it so hard to say it?

My heart, your heart, sit tight like book ends.

Pages, between us, written with no end, so many words we're not saying.

Don't wanna wait 'til it's gone.

You make me strong."

I sung one of my favorite songs to no one in particular while washing my hair. Singing is one of my favorite things to do other than making vines.

I rinse my body and get out of the shower.

I wrap a towel around my dripping figure, my head as well, and head into my bedroom.

I dress in light skinny jeans and slip on a belt. I pull on a One Direction tee, and walk back toward the bathroom. I faintly hear my phone buzz from the bedroom, but I ignore it.

I apply light, natural makeup, only a teensy bit of mascara, and some lip gloss. My complexion is rather clear, so I don't wear foundation unless it's a special occasion.

"Kati!" I hear from downstairs. "You have to leave soon."

"I know, just a minute." I call back to my mother.

I pull my hair back into a messy bun, and pull a hoodie over my head.

I grab my grey vans on the way out.

"See you this afternoon, mom. I'm leaving!" I holler through the house somewhere.

I don't get a reply, so I just walk out the door.

I'm almost out of the driveway before a hand grabs my shoulder. I freeze and spin around.

"Hey, you forgot your phone."

"Thanks, Jackson." I poke my 15 year old brother on the nose.

"Yeah." He replies coolly before walking away.

* * *

"Kat! Over here." My best friend, Megan, was frantically waving her hand in the air, attempting to get my attention.

"Hey, Megan." I chirp, hugging her.

"So, how're you and Dakota?"She questions, eyeing me.

"We broke up," I say simply, checking my phone.

It turns out, I did hear my phone this morning. And it's from Dakota.

*please take me back baby. I miss you*

Ugh. They just don't stop.

I ignore it, sliding my phone back into my pocket.

"Oh." Megan says, not knowing what to say.

"Who broke up with who?"

* * *

"So, how was summer?"