I picked you.

Chapter 1 - Why hello there.

"Get your small tits down here, KELSEY!" Maya screams from the front gate of my house for the 34th time this morning. 

I roll my eyes and chuckle to myself as I apply a last minute mascara touch. As I finish off, I stare at myself one last time; my light brown eyes big, bold match my dark dirty blonde hair that cascades on my thin shoulders. My nose was sprinkled with freckles that the sun blessed me with when I was a child. Is it bad for a girl to like her physic or do we always have to find a bad thing about ourselves nowadays if you don't want to be known as 'shallow'?

I grab my bag pack and jog down the long staircase. I jump down with a big thud, making Ollie jump in his seat. He turns to see where the noise was coming from, and let's out a breath that he was holding as soon as our eyes meet. Ollie is my two years younger gay brother. I loved teasing him more than anything.

"Maya is screaming for you outside." He mutters as loud as he can, Ollie is not a morning person at all. The fact that his head is about two centimeters away from his macbook screen is not helping either.

"Roger that, sleeping beauty!" I waltz over to the kitchen bar where Ollie was eating fruit loops. I place a quick kiss on his cheek and walk over to the fridge to get myself a banana.

"Shut up."

"You shut up."

"Shut up, Kelsey."

"Grow up, Ollie." I quickly slip on my checkered slip on vans, and wave goodbye to my brother.

"GOODBYE, OLLIE MI AMOR!" I scream as I'm halfway out the door.

"Suck my balls, Kels!" I hear Ollie scream in a sarcastic tone that I think was suppose to be a mimique of mine. 

I run down to the front gate where Maya was leaning against the side of her white jeep she got for her birthday last year. Maya is my best friend since kindergarden, she was my other half that I always needed through anything. It's one of those friendships where we never run out of things to tell each other, or never get bored of each other.

"Beep beep, motherfucker." Maya points to her imaginary watch on her wrist and raises an eyebrow at me. Maya was beautiful; she had short wavy brown hair, big blue eyes framed with long thick lashes. Bold brows and a button-like nose. One thing I was always jealous about was her skin. She would never be caught dead with a pimple, nor a zit. On my side, I stress for a one second about an upcoming math test, a planet grows on my cheek.

"Sorry, my fish died this morning, again." I smirk and hop into the passenger's seat of the jeep. Maya rolls her eyes and flashes a quick smile as she walks over to the driver's seat. I knew how to drive, but I'm a bike person. I have a bike hiding in the garage and I never use it to go to school; messes with my hair.

"I'm not up for school today." Maya mutters under her breath, barely a whisper. I looked at her morning sky eyes and could see pain. A pain I knew too well, her mom. Ever since her mom got cheated on a year ago, the divorce got her in one heck of a spiral. She would come home drunk and let out her anger out on Maya by screaming. Maya had to deal with that at least twice a week, and she could never rely on her dad who just fled the country long time ago. Though, I'm glad to say that the fights only stayed verbal, never physical. I pull Maya in for a hug from the side, and kiss her forehead.

"Don't worry, I got you." I whispered into her hair and soothed it out. She pulled back, wiped a small tear, and sighs.

"Lezzgo highschool!" She says enthusiastically and fist bumps the air. 

"That's the spirit!" I throwback my head in laughter. We both put our matching Saint Laurent sunglasses, and as told, the aux cord is about to get burnt by our fire songs.