Cooler Than Me

Chapter One;;

Slipping my favorite cardigan on, I checked the mirror, ruffling my hair and smirking to myself, my hair looking pristine and perfect. Putting on my Ray Bans and throwing a hat on, I grabbed my keys and walked out of the door of my apartment.

Pulling up to the record store, I checked the mirror one more time, making sure that I looked just right. Was I vain? Very. Did I care? Not at all. I mean, why should anyone care? I like looking good.

Opening the door and waving to Anne, the manager of the record store, I walked into the back, throwing my keys in my pocket and grabbing my badge. Clipping it onto my shirt, double checking to make sure it didn't wrinkle or crease, I stepped out of the back, only to come face-to-face with Ellen Hagan. Ugh.

Rolling my eyes, I stepped to the side, ignoring every word she spit out of that lipstick smothered thing she called a mouth. I prefered to call it a motor. She was just going on and on about how the font on my badge looked like it said it was Angie and not Andie and blah blah blah. Who cares.

I smiled at Anne, Ellen still talking as I walked behind the counter. Flipping on some Beatles, I danced around a bit as I went through the papers on the counter, ignoring everything Ellen was saying, until she eventually found her way out of the store.

Work was as it always was, boring and slow. Every few minutes a couple girls would walk in, and giggle as I ring up their CDs, giving them my signature sexy smirk. Ugh, these girls are so overrated. During the lunch break, I went out, had a smoke, and went back in.

When work ended, I drove to Starbucks, drank some coffee and smoked, and went back home.

This is what I did every Sunday, Tuesday, Friday, and Wednesday. I got home, and Rylee was there. Smiling, I threw the door open, and yelled.

"RylEEEEEEEE," I squealed, throwing my hat to the side.

"AndIEEEEEEEEEEEE," he shouted, running into the room. Despite living together, this is how we usually greeted each other. Call us lame, but aren't all best friends?

He ran into the room, His hair apparently in the middle of a dye job. Rolling my eyes and laughing I said, "Goddammit Rylee. Every time you use the john you lose IQ points," nudging him back into the bathroom to get his hair finished.

In the end, it was a bright yellow, his ugly brown gone. Laughing, I ran my hands through his fluffy hair.

"Dude... it looks awful!" I laughed. Looking up at the fluff that was falling over his forehead. He shrugged, looking into the mirror, he smirked.

"Motherfucker, I look hot."

This chapter is just a look onto Andie's life;;; Comment if you find the P.I.P. ref!!! :3