OUT (Girl X Girl)

Chapter Fourteen: The Knockoffs

I’m apart of that weird gap generation that’s not quite a millennial and that’s not born with an ipad in my hands. So that means I like human interaction but I also live on me cell phone. The human interaction part is tolarateable most of the time but the stereotype to “live on my cell phone” takes a toll on me.

The constant pressure to engage in social media is really stressful. With the line of work that I’m going into and how involved the world is with social media, it’s important to keep a squeaky clean record. If something puts a spot on that record, it can never fully be erased. Even when something new and more exciting comes along the people eventually referback to that original scuff on my record.

At four o’clock this morning I couldn’t sleep so I resulted to twitter.

That was a mistake.

My feed was flooded with theories and critiques about my purple haired date from last night. Most them were outrageous but my favorite was that she was the daughter of a foreign diplomat that “went rogue” by deciding to date an actress and to dye her hair purple. They had no evidence of these claims but the internet ate them up.

Not all of the tweets were positive though. Some gossip sites brought up the car incident and said no one should hire me because I’m just one huge publicity stunt waiting to happen. Another said that all of this is just for shits and giggles and that I’m not a lesbian at all. That it is all just a publicity stunt to launch my shitty excuse for a career.

After an hour of scrolling through the product of bored internet trolls and their access to the twitter, I turned off my post notifications and attempted to sleep.

Now, for the first time in forever I had a chance to sleep in. No five a.m. call times or auditions to go on. I could just sleep in, and wake up at ten like a normal person. I relax deeper into my sheets and rap my blanket tighter around my shoulders.

This is nice, this is really ni-

Ring ring

What the fu-

Ring ring

I groan and reach for my phone. “Hello?”

“Goodmorning Elizabeth, how are you on this fine saturday morning?”

“Fuck off Max, this is my first day off in a month I do not want do do anything until noon,” I love my best friend but sleep is more appealing right now.

“Aren’t you just a ball of sunshine?” he questions, “I get that it’s your day off but I signed us up for a kickboxing class that starts in an hour. I’ll pick you up in twenty minutes.”

I pull my sheets tighter around myself, “I’m not going. Nice try though.”

“If you don’t come outside, I’m coming to get you. You can not spend your entire day moping around and lying in bed like a sack of potatoes. If it makes you feel any better we can go to breakfast afterwards.”

I yawn, “That is what postmates is for. I’m hanging up now.”

“You better get ready I’m serious.”

“Night, shithead.” I hang up my phone and turn it off.

Max never follows through with anything. Even when we were younger he did not follow through with anything unless it involved a girl he was interested in. At a party in junior year, he jumped off a roof into a pool wearing only his underwear to impress a norwegian exchange student but he refused to do a backflip on a trampoline when I dared him a week later. Unless Jessica Alba is going to be at that kick boxing class, there is no chance that he is actually coming to wake me up.