| It All Started With Starbucks |
| Chapter Six | Spirit Day & Protection is the question? |
| Sienna's Point of View |
"What do you mean you're pregnant?" Chris and I shouted at my mom who sheepishly smiled at us. We looked at our dad who was looking everyone but our eyes.
"Do you know what protection is?" I asked bluntly. They nodded looking confused. "Use it," I said flatly before going upstairs.
How can they do it and tell us she got pregnant? No I don't think the baby should be seventeen years apart from her/his older siblings, that just doesn't seem right. After all this time, they choose to get pregnant this year. I shook my head as I opened my laptop. It was Tuesday night, the girls and I bought Kristine a new dress, and I just got the news of my mother's pregnancy.
I opened a few tabs, having a website load on each one. Facebook, Twitter, Wattpad, and YouTube. Facebook I usually just scroll through it and look at stuff and messaging my friends. Twitter I stalk celebrities, favoriting and retweeting, and the thing everyone does is to try to get your idol's attention. Wattpad I was reading books when I'm not stalking celebrities or messaging my friends. YouTube I listen to music or watch YouTubers. I watch danisnotonfire, Zoella, our2ndlife, Janoskians, itsgrace, macbarbie07, and etc.
I put on some musics to fill in the silence that was in my room.
5 Seconds of Summer - Disconnected
"Oh oh o-o-oh, oh oh o-oh
Life's a tangled web
Of cell phone calls and hashtag I-don't-knows
And you you're so caught up
In all the blinking lights and dial tones
I admit I'm a bit of a victim in the worldwide system too
But I've found my sweet escape when I'm alone with you
Tune out the static sound of the city that never sleeps
Here in the moment on the dark side of the screen
I like the summer rain
I like the sounds you make
We put the world away
We get so disconnected
You are my getaway
You are my favorite place
We put the world away
Yeah we're so disconnected
Oh oh o-o-oh, oh oh o-oh
We're so disconnected
Oh oh o-o-oh, oh oh o-oh
Hands around my waist
You're counting up the hills across the sheets
And I'm a falling star
A glimmer lighting up these cotton streets
I admit I'm a bit of a fool for playing by the rules
But I've found my sweet escape when I’m alone with you
Tune out the static sound of the city that never sleeps
YOU ARE READING
Starbucks Mishap
Humor❝You call it Starbucks, but I call it love❞ ~ process of editing