A/N wow hello, Im suprised I posted again so ??? enjoy and stuff and sorry for the shortish chapter ~
"Hey Paige, babe" I giggled at Jensen's greeting, he wrapped his strong arms around my slim waist and he swiftly turned me around to kiss his pornographic lips. I touched his defined sexy chest with my hot red nails and soft fingers. The kiss deepened and my unbelievably unrealistic boyfriend snaked his fingers into my silky hair. "Oh baby- "
The high pitched screeching of my shitty alarm clock woke me up from my perfect dream where I was dating Jensen, from my fave show, Supernatural. I dozed off again slightly remembering how perfect he was and how his touch made me feel, and how I was, so perfect with my trimmed body and curves and beautiful blonde hair instead of my disgusting mousy brown mine was. The shrill cries of my alarm startled me again and I exhaled my breath that I hadn't realized I was holding. Today was the day.
I sprung out of my messy bed, the sheets were disarrayed and there were pillows on the floor. I pulled some kitten leggings on and tugged my hair into a messy bun. Rubbing sleep out of my eyes, I walked downstairs and grabbed the bag I had prepared the day before. There was nobody home so I left a note making up some lies about my staying with Patricia . I still felt bitter about her going off with my enemy and leaving me to tend to my own injuries, I mean I know I'm annoying and needy but jeez, that was cold, even for her. I had my keys, my phone and all the stuff I needed for a devil summoning. This was it I suppose I thought as I locked the door behind me and started to make my way to the nearest crossroad, which coincidentally was the place I was last beaten up by Rory and her gang.
The bag got heavier and heavier the longer I walked, pain in my legs and back slowed me down and a thick sweat covered my body when I had finally reached the street where the crossroad was at. I needed a break, the sun was glazing down on me and all I could think about was a cold drink and maybe a bagel or something. I entered a shop named 'Sam's Smoothies', it smelled of varnish and old leather. I immediately liked it and took the booth just under the air con which was on full blast. "Hey yo, ya'll need a drink or something miss?" a friendly voice politely interrupted my rest. I quickly decided on an iced banana smoothie and a small chocolate muffin. I would defiantly need my energy for what I was going to do just after I had consumed my food, and maybe a little rest. I placed my heavy head on my arms and felt the dark tide of sleep trying to pull me under, I struggled but against my better judgment, gave up.
