not everything is rainbows.

27 // Our Day (1)

When morning came, Scott was sitting up, staring at his phone. I sat up and put my head on his shoulder, looking at his phone. I groggily said, "Good morning. You're up early."
He nodded, "Not willingly. Let's hang out today." He shut off his phone and placed it on the bed. His dark hair still yelled bed head, and his eyes weren't as wide as they were after he showers.
I yawned and eventually said, sitting back up, "Okay. What's first?" He turned to face me. I caught a glimpse of myself in the vanity mirror. My hair was wavy and had small rats. My face was clear, with no blemishes other than the freckles. At least I didn't look horrible.
He swallowed, "How about breakfast? Then after work, let's go swimming. Then the club. Then we can chill. Let's just go with the flow."
I nodded, "What are we waiting for? I'm gonna pop in the shower. You should lay me out some clothes. I'll do the same when you take your turn."
He stood up, "Sounds like a plan, pizza man." I chuckle and shake my head. I stood up and offered a peace sign as I walked to the bathroom.
As the hot water pounded down my hair and cooled as it flowed to my back, I thought about today. I feel like it'd be fun. I shampooed and rinsed. Then I scrubbed my face. Once I got out, I dried my hair and wrapped the towel around me.
I walked back to my room. I sneaked in and saw Scott, sitting down, plucking at a guitar. After about fifteen seconds, he started playing, repeating a few words to himself. I walk closer, I hear, "I don't know where I'm supposed to go... call me on the phone at three, I'll talk to you, while half asleep, complaining bout your mother, so I take you to the cemetery.. rant to me, I like the sound, I like your voice, I like your mouth.."
I clap, and he jumps up, putting the guitar on the bed. I smile, "Sounds great."
He beams a smile, "Ya think?"
I nod, "Yeah, I really do." I ruffle his hair, and he stares at my towel for a second long enough to make wonder. He met my eyes eventually, with a glinting smile. I look at him, "Where are my clothes?"
He points to the table at the end of the bed as he stood up, "My turn for the shower. I'll be back in soon."
I nod and pick up the clothes. A vintage orange top with a sun on it, with words written in yellow under the sun, "Californian Dream." He also laid out a high-waisted denim skirt. I tucked in the shirt and I slipped on some orange socks and my white Converse high - tops. I coat my lips with gloss and brush my hair. I put it in a fishtail braid. I looked semi - good.
When I was done, I got Scott's clothes out. I laid him out some black jeans and a thin white shirt. I walked into the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door. Scott yelled, "I'm not done."
I yell back, "Your clothes are on the floor out here." I lay down his clothes in front of the door, hoping to not see him half naked for awhile.
While I was in the hall, I went to go check on Alyssa. As soon as I walked in, the smell of sex and sweat hit me. Alyssa was laying on her side and Sky was cuddling her. They were asleep. I didn't know Alyssa was going to try again so soon. It was all the more reason for me to haul ass out of here. I closed the door and saw Scott going to the kitchen. I catch up and explain what's going, in a single breath. He looks like he's going to vomit. I chuckle and start to jog toward the door. He's close on my tail as I jog to the diner.
I open the door with a smile plastered across my face, out of breath. Scott toppled in over me, tripping. I trip and we fall, laughing our brains out. Once I collect myself, I look up to see Momma scolding us and Pops looking at us, endearingly. I get up and dust off my clothes and look at the patrons, smiling at us. I blush and turn to Scott, who's smiling right back.
I go behind the counter and grab my apron. I'm followed by Momma, whispering "This is a public place! You and Scottie Boy need to behave in front of the customers. You have all day to horse around, I'm just asking for a few hours! This is...." I cut her off, laughing. She finally broke and smiled back as she tied my apron.
I grab a bagel and smother it in Momma's special spread, strawberries, yogurt, and some other stuff I don't even know. It's the best spread ever. I grab Scott a chocolate chip muffin and an orange. I grab a banana and strawberry milkshake that Pops made, specially for me. I sit down at the bar, and put Scott's stuff on the counter space next to me. He sits down a few seconds later and inhales the scent of the food. We talk about Sunday cartoons, his favorite thing to watch is Hey Arnold, but I love the Rugrats. When we finish eating, we work. His funny faces throughout the day sufficed my boredom, thankfully. Momma's scolding glances proved her irritation, which I apologized for and Scott laughed at. Eventually she just shook her head and said, "Lunch rush is over, get out of here, crazy kids!" I look at Scott, who's jumping over the counter and dashing to the door. I run behind him and dart to the door, jogging up the stairs.
He opens the door before he finally stops. He grabs my shoulders and turn me to face him. He looks at me and gives me the instructions, "Get dressed. Get a light snack. Meet me here so we can go to the club in about ten minutes."
I nod, accepting the challenge. I run to the room and got out a black romper. For makeup, I sat at the vanity and applied a winged liner, mascara, and a matte red lipstick. I put specks of glitter on my cheeks, to highlight my freckles and create new, magical ones. I pull my hair out and the wave was cute, but I pulled it into a tight high ponytail, and it flowed down my back. I stuck on some black old school Vans and walked to the kitchen, where I grabbed an apple and a monster energy drink. I downed half of the Monster, leaving the other half for Scott. I ate some of the apple, but I put the rest in the trash. Scott came out, in a black shirt that had a very small dying rose on the chest, close to his right shoulder. He had on his black ripped jeans. I handed him the Monster and he drunk it, throwing the can away. He turned to me, "Are you ready?" I nodded, but I really wasn't sure.

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