Soon the day ended, marking the end of the visit to hell for the day. I went home, raidedd the fridge and ate according to my seefood diet. I see food and I eat it. I go up stairs to my grey walled room and sit at my black wooden desk. I begin my homework.
As soon as I finished the child labor that's required by the law, I check the time. 3:58. I pick out a burgandy short dress and grey leggings. I pair it with some leather riding boots. Good enough? Yeah I'll be fine. I go into the top shelf in my closet and pick up a small bag. Haven't seen you in a while... I go the bathroom and apply light makeup. Some winged eyeliner and nude lipstick (other than foundation and concealer). I look at the time once again. 6:42. Damn, 3 hours. This better be a great dinner. I grab my phone from off my charger and stuff it into my purse. My purple is a long, subtle red thin stringed little baggy. Eh it matches my burgundy top. I add my keys, a pad, and a charger to the bag.
I go downstairs and plop onto my black leather couch. I look to my left at the door, awaiting my date. I look down at my phone, 6:59. 7:00. The door bell rings. I open it to reveal my date.
"Perfect timing Romeo" I compliment. I look down at his outit, blue jeans, red tie and a blue plaid button up. I look at the roses in his hands.
"These are for you" he said, his cheeks turning pink.
"Wow" I say aggravated.
"Wha?" He begins panicking.
"Did you think all girls liked flowers?" I asked defensively.
"I didn't really know but I knew you liked red because your backpack is red, your glasses too. Oh and your nails" he continued his panicked state.
"Good~! Take notes darling because you know imma like almost anything red" I take the roses out of his hand. I find a vase of fake flowers and dump it out onto the floor. I fill it with water as put the roses in.
"Almost?" he said as we walked to his car. Damn boi. He got a harleyyyy. Aye dats meh boi.
"Period" I filled in the blanks.
"Oohhhhhhh" his understood.
"So Juliet, you wanna get on the death trap with me?" He smirked.
"Um 1. My dad had one of these that I used to steal. And 2. I'm not Isabella Marie Cullen" I sassed him.
"Ouch." He touched my arm and playfully jumped away pretending to be burned. "Isabella Marie Cullen? I thought it was Bella Swan..." He pondered for a second.
"She's married now. Get with the times." I said like a stereotypical teenage girl.
"Thou is sorry. Will thy forgive mwah?" He said in an English accent.
"Get on the bike you damn Montague." I shaked my head at his silliness. He put his helmet on then proceed to get onto it. I got on and pressed my body against his. Ooh them back musclesssss!! I wrap my arms around his waist and lean my head into his shoulder. MmmmMmMM! This boi is hot and I haven't even seen him shirtless damn. Wait am I crushing??? Crap! DAMN YOU HORMONES!!
"I understand I'm hot in all but no need to gawk at me" he confidently remarked.
"Buy me dinner first then we'll talk thirsty one." I smiled as he revved up the engine. Wait why am I happy? I don't like people! Do I...? NO! Boys are bad Celeste remember that!
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Miss Mentally-Insane~
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