Btw the song repeats itself, I couldn't find anything long enough by itself and was glad to find this one. I kinda thought the beat fit with the mood for this chapter, not necessarily the words but O'Ryan has a beautiful voice to me :-) Enjoy
Have you.... ever noticed that in one of those romance movies that the girl automatically constructs a plan for how she’s going to get her man and the plan is either fool proof or a complete and total disaster?
Well, I have no plan. At all.
“Ashanti what’s crawling up your ass?”
“Wha?” My head whips around dumbly and of course I shake my head at myself because I can’t see anything like that, so I turn to the side in front of the mirror I’ve been standing in front of for the longest and twerk my butt to the left a little. All I can see is flatness and stray crumbs on my jeans from when I’d sat in probably the dirtiest dining room chair ever. Swiping my butt I cast Ashley a quick glare and huff, “There’s nothing there, except crumbs.”
Her eyes roll up to the Heaven like she’s thinking ‘Oh my god this girl right here’ and she shakes her head before emitting a laugh so unlike her, light and refreshing, “No, I meant what’s wrong with you? You went ghost on everybody this morning and you’ve been standing in front of that mirror for the last twenty minutes. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” with my eyes back on the figure in the mirror I try to shut my twin out once again. I’m thinking of a master plan that has yet to form and in the meantime I’m wondering how I’m going to convince Nelson that I think he’s crazy-cool without giving him the impression that I’m desperate. The girl across the ways frowns along with me, she bites the tip of her already chewed up fingernails, she sighs with me and she shakes her head with me. The only thing that she hasn’t done that she needs to is reach through the mirror and shake the life back into me. Her bun is loose and eschewed, slanted to the side, her too large t-shirt is rumpled and too bright against her dark skin and her shorts, they’re the kind of things that you would instantly label as birth control. All this means that this girl won’t be getting any kind of love if she doesn’t fix herself up quick and in a hurry.
“Shittttttttttttt, like I’m going to believe that. I know what’s going on, but I aint gone say nothing,” I press my fingertips against the mirror as my sister rambles on. Her doppelganger is splayed across the bed, eagle style as she taps away at her phone, meanwhile my doppelganger and I are having a staring contest….and I think she’s winning.
And then….there’s already a ‘and then’ maybe that makes no sense, but I think that’s my problem. I wait, what am I waiting for? Am I waiting for him to move on?
Christina Perri is seriously in my head right now and I find myself humming ‘A Thousand Years’.Oh God, I’m a mess right now, and I want to cry because I may have fucked everything up because I’m too afraid and what am I afraid of?
What am I afraid of!
“Time to go Beachin’ Bitchessss!” Claire flys through the door and plops on the bed, it wavers, jumps in the air slightly before settling down to adjust to her weight.
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In the mirror I wince suddenly self conscious about the fact that I’m standing in my bathing suit and basketball shorts while she looks glammarous in her purple bikini tops and purple matching skirt. Ashley is beach ready too and she’s sitting on the edge of the bed popping her gum to some tune that she can only hear in her black shorts and sky blue bikini top.
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Fiksi RemajaI glower at him, but it’s soon replaced with a blush as he rises up and pulls me down to the pillows with him, “Stop frowning, it’s not good for your health.” “Neither are you.” “So we can both die together?” He teases against my neck. “What are you...
