I was in my bedroom listening to music and drawing in my notebook when my mother knocked on the door.
"Come in!" I yelled.
My mom entered as soon as I did.
"What is it?" I asked as I put my pencil down and slammed the book shut then turned off the music, annoyed and a bit exasperated at my mom. I don't like people seeing me draw. Or sing. Or dance. Or play piano. Or anything, really. I like my intimacy and loneliness when I'm home. I spend most of my time at home alone and in my bedroom.
"Oh don't give me that exasperated look, Y/N. I was wondering if you would like to play a board game with me and your sister?"
"What about dad? Is he playing?" I asked, my voice drenched in irony.
My mom gave me a sad yet angry look.
"Y/N, I was very clear about that and you know it. Your dad is not to be mentioned in this house, understand?"
"You mean your ex husband is not to be mentioned in this house. If I'm not wrong, he was your husband before he was my dad." I stated sarcastically.
I was pissing my mother off and I liked it. I'm not saying I hate her. But I dislike her very much ever since my parents got divorced. But I'm not saying I love my dad either. I'm just having a lot of trouble dealing with myself ever since that day when they told me about the divorce. What I hate is that nothing was wrong. They thought it wasn't working well enough anymore. They didn't even fight or anything. They just didn't love each other anymore. And they didn't think about me or how I would react or anything. They just told me it was over between them and got divorced. So I don't love them as much as I used too.
"Look, mother, I'm going to be 16 soon. I don't play board games. And I don't play with my sister. She's so annoying how can you not see that?" I finally broke the silence. "Now get out of my room."
"Magic word?" She said.
"Fuck it! Just leave me alone, alright? God! Why do you have to be such a god damn pain in the ass, mother?"
My voice raised. She was getting in my nerves. I got up and pushed her out of the room then slammed the door shut. I locked the door and went back to lie on my bed. I turned the music back on and took my notebook. I kept drawing. Most of the time I draw faces. Women's faces. I invented the people. They don't represent anyone that I know exists. But most of the time the faces represent what I feel at the moment. So I kept drawing the face I had started. In the end, the woman had an angry expression. When the drawing was finished, I shut the notebook and took my phone. I started scrolling through my Instagram. And then I started looking through Levi Miller's Instagram.
Levi Miller. I guess you all know who it is. Levi is a super famous actor who is a year older than me. And, to add to that, he is my next door neighbor. Lucky me, you would say. Lucky would be to be his girlfriend, or, if not at least his friend, good friend, best friend, whatever. But a friend in any way. And yes we go to the same school and are in the same class. But no we aren't friends. So I just keep on fangirling about how cute he is. And about how mesmerizing his blue eyes are. I love his eyes. Mine are hazel and ugly. I wish I had my father's grey eyes, they're so beautiful.
——Time Skip——
I go downstairs to find my mom cooking dinner.
"Oh, hi honey! I didn't hear you come. Will you eat with us tonight?" She asks, hopeful.
"I'll just order Indian." I mumble.
I walk over to the couch and turn the tv on. Better Watch Out is playing and it is literally such I good movie that I squeal in excitement. My mom turns to look at me like I'm crazy. I just shrug it off and keep watching the movie. A few minutes later I receive a text from my best friend Y/F/N.
bf ❤️: r u watching TV rn?
YES!!! r u?: me
bf ❤️: YASSSSS!!!! Better Watch Out! god Levi Miller is so freaking hot! I wish he was our friend.
I couldn't agree more. how r u?: me
bf ❤️: fine, u? how's it going with ur mom?
like always. what did u expect?: me that I forgave her and my father for what they did?
bf ❤️: to tell u the truth a bit, yes...
oh... well no. ain't happening: me anytime soon
bf ❤️: ok... well look I gotta go so imma leave you with your crush watching tv. BAIIIII!! luv ya ❤️💖💖😘❤️❤️😍💖
haha yeh sure see ya. BAIII! :me
luv u 2!!! ❤️💖😘😍❤️❤️
I chuckle at her last message and turn my phone off.
"What are you watching?" My mother asks, making me jump.
"God, mother" I sigh heavily. "You scared the hell out of me. And that's non of your business. Plus I already saw the movie." I say nonchalantly.
I hear my mother sigh and just shrug it off. When the movie ends, I eat the food I ordered and then brush my teeth, put my pjs on and go to sleep.
——the next day——
I wake up to my mother knocking on the door.
"What the hell, mother!?!!" I yell.
"Someone is here to see you."
"Ugh..." I sigh. "This early? Seriously?"
"Yes seriously now get dressed and come downstairs."
"Uuhhh... fiiine I'm coming."
I get dressed quickly. I put on my favorite distressed boyfriend jeans and one of my father's old oversized T-shirt and put on my favorite white converses. Then I brush my teeth very quickly and head downstairs. Once I arrive in a kitchen I see my mother talking to a boy with curly hair. I can't see his face because his back is turned to me.
"Well, mother, who's this?" I ask, the annoyance obvious in my voice.
"Oh, Y/N. I didn't see you. Well since our neighbor is your age, I thought we might as well invite him so you two could get to know each other." My mother says as the boy slowly turns around.
And then my heart stops. Even before he turned around, I knew who he was. And my fears only got confirmed as he turned to smile at me.
My mother invited Levi FREAKING Miller over to our house.
A/N
Hey people. I want to thank @maddy064 for this request. Obviously I will do a part two to this imagine and if you have other ideas or request just comment them and I will do my best to write an imagine for you. Hope y'all liked it.
xo Juliette
