Mess

02

When I was shaken awake, I shot up, waking up in flash and managing to hit my head against the ceiling. While, it was padded, it made me clutch my head in pain. It hurt like a bastard. I let my mind focus and my vision clear. I almost began panicking for a second. I didn't know where I was. But then it all flooded back into my mind and I got a headache for a second, thinking about all of it. I fell back to the back of what use to be a leather seat and sighed, letting it all flow back into my mind. I had been crying on the sidewalk. I don't know why and I don't even know how I got to sitting on the sidewalk. I had been crying for a while. Then, a truck pulled up in front of me. A man came out. He has blonde hair and blue eyes. He's tall and has a good complexion. He also has a killer smile. Scott Hoying. That's his name. He helped me. He let me call my mom. She told me it would be better if I just went with him because I was getting mentally and physically sick. I wasn't feeling alright. It had been obvious by my voice. I went in his car and fell asleep relatively easily. As my vision cleared, I realized that we were in front of.... Taco Bell? I turned to Scott and saw him staring at my head rather than my face.

"Is your head alright? I didn't mean to startle you." Scott asked me, his voice a little fuzzy at first, before clearing up.

"I'm fine." I nodded. "Scott, why are we in front of a Taco Bell?"

"Um, it's been a really long, hard day. I was just thinking maybe we could eat here? I mean, if you don't like Taco Bell, we can always go and eat something else!" He said, before trailing off and rambling.

"Scott." I said, interrupting him mid-ramble. "It's fine. I do like Taco Bell. It's alright. I promise." I assured him, putting my hand on his. "I honestly, live for Taco Bell."

Scott smiled brightly at me and nodded. I could tell he was excited. He must love Taco Bell. He quickly got out and opened my door for me. I smiled and slipped out of the seat. Such a gentleman. He's a sweetheart. We walked into Taco Bell. His hands were stuffed in his jean pockets while mine were in my sweater, trying to make my fingertips warm. I was always really warm..... except my fingertips. It was always really weird. We quickly found a booth and he noticed my hands in my sweater.

"My fingertips are cold." I explained quickly.

"Gimme your hand." Scott said kindly. I shyly did as he said and he put his warm hands over mine, making me smile. "There. Give them a second and they'll warm up."

 I couldn't help but blush. I'm such an awkward little squirt. I looked down and stared at the table. I didn't know what to say. I'm so awkward. When I looked up at him, I saw he was already looking at me. I gently pulled my hands back. I felt hot. I was confused when I felt his hand nudge me. I looked at him and smiled when I saw he was offering me an earbuds. I took one and smiled when he turned on Beyoncé. I have always liked Beyoncé. I couldn't help but smile. Crazy In Love.

Yes!
It's so crazy right now!
Most incredibly, it's ya girl, Bee,
It's ya boy, young.

I couldn't help but grin. Jay Z. Nice. I always liked listening to him rap.

Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Yea, history in the making,
Part 2, it's so crazy right now


I look and stare so deep in your eyes,
I touch on you more and more every time,
When you leave I'm begging you not to go,
Call your name two or three times in a row,
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain,
How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame.
'Cuz I know I don't understand,
Just how your love can do what no one else can.

I began tapping on the table. Beyoncé is queen. Plus, the song is so upbeat. I could dance to this song for days and never get tired of it. And, her voice. Honey, if you don't like Beyoncé, you have to at least respect her! For all the bullshit she puts up with!