*Kaitlyn's POV*
I sighed heavily before deciding that I should at least give her a chance.
"Okay, I'll give you one chance. But I know you'll blow it. No one can fix me, I'm too full of shit," I said, hanging my head low.
She raised her eyebrow and smiled but bit her lip at the same time.
How can she do that?
"Yes, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She squealed before gave me a bone crushing hug.
"But we need to get to know each other," she said, a focused look resting on her features.
"Ummm... come to my place we can watch movies and eat a shit load of food." I said and smiled.
Obviously fake. You know she's going to leave you. And when she does I'm gonna laugh my ass off. You think she'll actually stay? Haha. You're so funny. But guess what she won't. I don't even know why you gave her a chance, damn you're so stupid.
"Yes omg! Can I sleepover" she said, smiling really big, literally, I think a truck could fit in there
Wait, mom isn't here. So it's perfect.
"Yeah, but your suppose to help me, not be friends with me," I said, placing a hand on my hip.
"We'll start off by being friends. That's how it will help you, because you'll at least feel free around me." She said and then dragged me to her car.
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The car ride wasn't quiet. In fact, we were asking each other questions. We both have same interest.
We both love to watch American Horror Story, listein to scream on and pop rock, and we both have colored hair. Also, she and I both love funky outifts and our celebrity crush is Evan Peters, obviously. Our favorite color is black because white is a boring and not interesting color. We both hate popular people. She says she only hung out with them so she wouldn't make them feel bad.
We also like to be alone in our rooms, of in our small little dream worlds.
Oh, so now out of all the other things that are wrong with you, you're also a lesbo. Ughh more reasons for them to hate you...more reason for broken sharpeners.
No, I'm not. And I have absolutely nothing against girls who are lesbians. You love who you love.
"Kaitlyn...Kaitlyn?....KAITLYN!"Alanna yelled.
I looked over at her sharply. "What?" I asked rather rudely.
"We're here." She said and got out of the car. I did too, and we walked into my house.
I looked for my brother, and of course, he's not there.
I turned on Netflix and looked up American Horror Story. We ate a shit load of food. By the time we finished, we were already starting the second season.
Alanna sighed "Kate what are you afraid of?" She asked. I looked straight at her eyes and replied, with absolutely no emotion, "Everything."
She just looked back at the screen "What are you afraid of?" I asked in the same tone she did.
"Well if I say I'm not afraid of anything id be lying." She answered. "But the only thing I'm afraid of is dying. You know. I'm not really afraid of monsters, or the dark, or any of that other stuff. I'm just afraid of dying. You get me?" she asked
