The Perfect Guy

The Beginning

I open my eyes, to the bright summer sun blazing through my window.

   “MOM! WHY DO YOU OPEN THE CURTAINS IN THE MORNING?!?! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO NOT DO THAT?!?!” I quickly jump up and close the curtains, waiting for a response. Nothing. “SO YOU’RE IGNORING ME NOW?!?! FINE MOM, FINE.” Still nothing. I sigh, walking downstairs to see where she is. “Mom? Mom? Where are you?” No answer.

   Maybe she went to the supermarket... last night I was complaining that we didn’t have anything to eat. I walk outside to the mailbox, seeing if my latest issue of Seventeen arrived. Nope. Of course not. There’s a bill, junk, some more bills, and something else that looks a bit mysterious. I walk into the kitchen, throw the mail on the counter, and get a cup of water. I gulp it down, before realizing the cup was dirty. “EW WHY?!?!” I throw the cup into the sink, and grab the mysterious envelope.

    Walking upstairs, I open the envelope and look inside. There is a letter, written on blue paper with what looks like a pencil. Do people actually still write letters? I don’t feel like reading, so I throw it on my pillow and look for something to wear. I open my closet to the variety of clothes from Abercrombie, Forever 21, and Victoria’s Secret. I decide on my jean shorts from Abercrombie and my blue flowery tank top from Forever 21. 

   I look at myself in the mirror, making sure I look good. I make a kissy face and smile, knowing any guy that sees me will be mesmerized. Something is missing… I walk over to my jewelry box, filled with necklaces, bracelets and rings from numerous boyfriends trying to buy my affection. But they’re not what I’m looking for.

   I want an older guy, with a six pack and California sun tanned skin. Which is gonna be hard to find, being that I live in Delaware. But I’m very picky. The guy of my dreams needs caramel brown eyes, and curly and messy yet perfect black hair. I love full lips, that I just can’t resist kissing. In other words, I want Darren Criss. But that isn’t going to happen. I live in Delaware and he’s a superstar. Since his Broadway debut, he’s become so famous, people can’t even get near him without getting trampled or deaf from the screaming. So, I’m just going to try to find a guy that looks like him... I mean, that’s the best I’m gonna get....

  Looking in my jewelry box, I decide on a necklace with a blue crystal shaped like a heart. Perfect. I put it around my neck and look back in my full length wall mirror. I look amazing. My butt looks great, and the bit of stomach peeking out from under my shirt is flat and tan. I’ve been working so hard for this body, and it pays off. I smile again, and realize I forgot my sparkly lip gloss and eye shadow. I quickly put some on, and spritz myself with Someday. Now I know I’m ready for whatever comes my way.

  I update my Facebook status with my new iPhone 4S, paid for by my dad, and grab my car keys, also from my dad. It’s so easy for me to get him to buy me whatever I want. But I shouldn’t feel guilty, he left me and my mom when I was just a baby, and then just decided to come back into my life 3 years ago, when I was 14. And he doesn’t even spend time with me now. He’s always out with people, or working, and he doesn’t care about what happens in my life. He probably wouldn’t even notice if I never came home.

  Heading out the door, I stop and write a quick note to my mom saying that I’m going to the mall. She’s so gullible. I get in my Mustang GT convertible. The paint job on this baby is amazing. The black paint and the dark red flames running along the side of the car really make me stand out. And that’s what I like. I click on my seatbelt, put on my Starkid sunglasses, and back out of the driveway. 

   I’m on my way to Macie’s party. She goes to Star Academy, my enemy school. I don’t care about that though, if I like you, I’ll be friends with you! Anyway, Macie’s one of my best girlfriends, and she throws the best parties. Music, hot guys, and food. There’s also drugs and alcohol, usually brought by one of the freak show guys that just decide to show up. I don’t even know how they hear about her parties...

   I’ve only tried pot once. I was pressured by one of my boyfriends. I’m not even sure why I decided to try it, I just remember the feeling it gave me. I felt all different, like I was in a dream, floating, somewhere where everything was different and I didn’t have any problems. But then I came back down to Earth, seconds later, and I felt sick. I threw up all over my boyfriend... and let’s just say I was single, and I never tried it again.

    I usually have a few drinks when I go to parties, almost everyone does. There are a few girls that don’t, and sometimes I wish I could be like them. Not influenced by everyone else, strong and smart. But I’m not. I’ve been trying to stop drinking, and I didn’t drink at all at the last party I went to, but everyone was looking at me funny…. And someone asked if I was ok. Anyway, drinking isn’t that bad.