Perfectly Perfect

LACMA - Part 2

~Angel’s POV~

Beachside bonfires. Pool parties with music blaring. Watching the sunset while sitting on the swings in a park on a hill. The breeze counter-balancing the heat. The sound of squeals as you get ice slipped down your back. Walking through the air-conditioned mall with shopping bags. Staying up to read the latest chapter of that fanfiction or webtoon. Taking cold showers to stay cool. Hanging out with friends since it's summer.

Summer is the time where school is not a major stressor. Where you can hang out with friends without worrying if your essay has all of the aspects listed on the rubric.

But of course, me being me, I was studying. I mean, it was the summer before senior year of highschool. Prewriting notes to future classes. Listening to crash courses and other lessons. Reading and annotating each chapter. Practicing writing essays in less than 45 minutes.  Practicing piano and guitar each for about an hour each day. Going outside only to jog in the nearby park for exercise.

I’m not very good with socializing anyways, so not going outside doesn’t bother me as much as it probably should.

But apparently, me being a nerd who doesn’t go outside to socialize seems to bother a- certain someone.

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“NICO!!! CLOSE THE DOOR!!” I yelled while reading To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee for the fifth time in my life. I SWEAR IF NICO DOESN’T CLOSE THE DOOR I WILL-

Luckily, before I stood up and did any sort of physical activity I didn’t necessarily need to do, my “knight in shining armor” came into my room with salad knowing I was on a diet and closed the door behind him.

   

He placed the food on my desk in front of me while he went to lie down on my bed.

“You really need to give your books a rest,” Nico sighed.

“Last time I checked, books don’t need rest,” I retorted rolling my eyes. I set my book down and began to eat my salad.

“Okay, Ms. I’m So Smart I Have To Point Out The Obvious. The books don’t need rest, but you need rest. It’s either you take a nap or you go with me outside.”

“But you know how I don’t like taking naps…”

“But you need rest. You choose. Nap or get out of this very satisfyingly organized room of yours.”

“But-”

“Choose.”

“B- Fine. Let me get ready then… Get out pervert.”

“Be ready in 15 minutes.”

“I need to do my makeup so I will not be ready in 15 minutes…”

“B-” I closed the door while he was saying something.

I trudged to my closet. What am I supposed to wear? It’s hot, but I don’t like my legs… Jeans? Skirt? My eyes skimmed my closet when my gaze landed on a floral dress. The dress stopped right above my knees. Not too much leg exposure. Maybe this once. I doubt we will go anywhere where I won’t hide my legs under a table so I think I’m okay.

   

Now time for makeup. I’ve practiced putting on makeup for the longest time now because I need to look pretty. My face doesn’t look even remotely nice without makeup. I need to make a decent impression when going outside, even if it’s totally unnecessary.