If The Lyrics Rhyme

chapter four

When I get home, I throw on some pajama pants, and check all my social networks. A couple of notifications from Snapchat, which are mainly Yasmin sending me selfies with her dog Sugar. I post a quick selfie on My Story with the caption: Could this get any better? :) I exit and move onto Instagram. Like some posts, comment on some, and follow a couple more accounts. I post one of our band selfies from earlier today, filter it, and type a comment. "Introducing some little band: Beautiful Undying Regrets."

I go through Tumblr, Vine, Kik and Facebook, and check all the likes and comments on Instagram. There are already ten comments, so I scroll through them. Several of my friends; Yasmin, Tara, Ivy, Nina & Pollie all comment nice things about how awesome we will be. A couple comments asking:

"are you serious cuz thats cool as!" And:

"Any gigs soon?" And the two remaining comments. From Theo and his stupid little sidekick; Oscar.

"I bet you sound shit." from Oscar, and from Theo:

"Hello? Satan called. He wants his lead singer back." Friggin jerk. Never has been particularly sassy. I find an old post of his showing off his muscles, and comment on it.

"Satan called. He wants you back in the pits of hell, where you were created."

I exit the app, and put my music on shuffle. I hear Iggy Azalea and Ariana Grande voices, and leave it. Its not often my shuffle is this effective. My phone screen lights up soon after, and its from a blocked number.

hey BUR, its Olly. My dad wants you to skip school tomorrow and come over to brunch so he can meet the band he's financing. can you do it?

I would take absolutely any opportunity to miss school on Monday, so I text back straight away, after confirming it with mum.

Hell yeahhhh! Do I dress fancy since u guys r rich? :O

Kinda, just wear a pretty frock or whatever :')

poo you Olly :p

What should I wear? I really need to impress this guy since he is the bank behind the band. I rat through my closet, in the virtually untouched section that contains my dresses. After much deliberation, and texts to and from Violet, I decide on a dress with a floral skirt and black high neck sleeveless bodice.

I lay it out on a chair, a pair it with a little black cardigan, a simple silver choker, and old style light brown swing shoes. They're probably the classiest shoes i own, if I don't want to show up to our little tea party in doc martens.

I do a little bit of homework, algebra and my science textbook. The only thing worth learning about algebra, is how pointless it is. I pack up my books, and shove them on my desk. Why bother putting stuff away when you're only gonna use it again right?

I text Yasmin to meet me at the mall, 11:00 tomorrow and she replies yes straight away. I'm glad, because I need something to distract me. I turn out my light, and pull on my duvet.

The same nightmares plague my mind as I sleep. My alarm wakes me, and I roll floppily put of bed. I tug on some yoga pants and a baggy tshirt, and do a quick abs and legs workout. This is one thing I commit to nearly every morning. I read a quote that inspired me to get in shape.

"if you're single, focus on a better you instead of someone better than your ex. Because a better you will attract a better next."

Its my philosophy now. I warm down, and jump in the shower. Today I can't be bothered straightening my hair, so I just throw my sopping wet hair into a ponytail. I wear some ripped black skinny jeans, with a cream and white striped sweater. I throw some money into a little bag with my phone, and eat some breakfast.

Mum drops me off at the mall, and Yas arrives five minutes later. She greets me with a hug, and no surprise, we hit Starbucks first. We do the usual, and say that our names are Khloe and Kim. We dawdle through the mall, and do what we do best. Gossip.

Of course, Yas won't stop talking about how I need to date the "hunky guitarist" and i'm trying to shut her up.

"Yas, if it didn't work, the band would break up!"

"who cares about the band, we all know you're in it for the boys."

"WHAT? WHO IS WE?"

"Me duh."

"I'm shopping now." I say as I chuck my empty Starbucks cup in a trash can. I walk into the first clothes shop I see, and Yas follows suit. She leans in and whispers in my ear.

"ok, we both have five minutes to find the worst outfit in the store." she says grinning, and rushes off. We do this every time we come here. I immediately grab a hideous ankle biter skirt with black and white vertical stripes. Bleugh. I wander the store to try find an equally hideous top. I find some overly bejeweled sandals, and add them to my collection. I turn around, and see a hideous long sleeve chiffon top with a vomit worthy blotch pattern.

I make my way to the change rooms, and throw on my ensemble.

"YOU DONE QUINN?" Yasmin yells from another stall.

"I'm good to go sweets." I say, and unlock the door. I walk out, and what I see makes me laugh too hard. Yasmin is wearing a ridiculous frilly singlet that is wider than it is tall. And its paired with some baggy, MC Hammer like pants. She bursts out laughing at me, and we are just two idiots standing in a changing room pointing and laughing at each other. I feel a tap on the shoulder, and turn around, blushing.

"Well Little Mermaid, its looks like there's yet another side to you." Ethan says with a wink. Of all the people who could have seen me like this, it just had to be him.

"Ethan, one thing you should know about me, is that I don't usually dress like this." I say whilst swatting him on the head.

"Don't be lying to me sweetheart." He says, wiggling his finger, and walking away.

"You should wear that to brunch tomorrow, i'm sure the pretty little guitarist will love that." He calls out over his shoulder as he walks out the door.

"DAMN YOU ETHAN!" I yell out, hideous outfit and all. Yas is holding her sides, laughing in absolute agony.

"You shut up shmoochie poo." I say, calling her a pet name, which she can't stand. It reminds her of Hayley.

"Eff you." She huffs, and marches back into the changing rooms, trying to keep a poker face.

By the end of the day, we are both swamped with bags of new clothes, shoes, and accessories. I will be broke for a few months, but at least I will be broke in style.

I absolutely fall into bed, and don't even have nightmares.