60 Minutes // (Lashton)

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"Before you find your soulmate, you must first discover your soul."
– Charles F. Glassman

♡

"Have a good day, Luke."

"You too." I step off of the bus and pull up my hood to protect my head from the rain. I re-adjust my backpack strap on my shoulder, and begin the walk home. I don't live too far away from the bus stop, but walking home is always annoying, especially because Jack has a car and I don't.

So what if I'm only 15? I have my driver's permit, and Jack got his car when he was 15.

Life isn't fair, I think to myself as I pull my earbuds out of my pocket and plug them into my phone, pressing shuffle on my Spotify playlist. The rain splashes onto my screen, but I ignore it. The only real way this stupid rain could damage my phone was if it got into the speaker.

Which, I know, because of that one time I leaned out of the shower to change the song that was playing and got water in it.

But don't worry, it's okay now.

I continue to trudge along the road, walking around puddles that formed in the potholes. I don't want my shoes to get any wetter than they already are.

Soon, my house comes into view and I go to the front door, opening it and quickly stepping inside, eager to get out of the rain. My mom greets me immediately, pulling me into a hug despite my soaked clothes.

"Hi honey, good day at school?" She asks, pecking my cheek and then stepping back. I shrug and nod. I don't feel like telling her why my school day had, in fact, sucked.

"Do you want a snack?" Mom asks, and I shake my head. I know what kind of food she considers a snack-- fruit. Now, I don't have any problems with fruit, but I had eaten too much of it today. I forgot to pack a lunch this morning, and asked my Mom to bring me one. Well, she did, but it was only an apple, two oranges, and some celery sticks, which didn't make for great trading items.

While I think that ninety percent of the lunch my school serves is downright disgusting, their pizza is freaking delicious and I always want some, but my Mom won't buy me a school lunch (because she thinks that they're too "unhealthy," which is probably true, but do you think I care about nutrition?).

"No snack? Okay, straight upstairs for homework. You know the drill." Mom gently shoves me towards the stairs and turns to walk away.

"Is Dad home yet?" I ask, but she doesn't answer and disappears into the kitchen.

I guess not, I think to myself as I take off my shoes and place them in the basket beside the door. I go upstairs and to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me.

If I was allowed to lock the door, I definitely would, just because it makes me less anxious that someone is going to burst in at any second. But, of course, my parents tell me not to lock it because "what are you doing that is so secret you feel the need to lock the door?" Like, calm your tits, I just want some privacy.

I let my backpack drop on the ground and I fall back into my bed, pulling out my phone. I don't feel like doing homework, so I'm not going to.

Instead, I open Tumblr. Tumblr is probably my favorite app on my phone. I love looking through my dashboard to distract myself from things like homework.