Anonymous| lrh

03| "Why the hell were any of those fucktards touching my chapstick?!"

I've come to the conclusion that life is absolutely pointless. We wake up, day, after day, after day to preform the same routine; living. What happens in the end though? We all die, the band you love grows up, dismembers, you see your best friend from kindergarten for the last time, you turn the corner from your childhood house and never come back around. Then it's over, to he honest with you, I'm absolutely terrified to grow up, to graduate high school, to enter the real world where my mom isn't their to help consult my every move, where Friday nights no longer contain my living room and a scary movie, where I myself have to actually clean my shower.

Which, looking down at it, it was kinda gross. How do showers even get 'dirty'? Yeah, I couldn't tell you.

I let the warm water run over my face as I bring my thoughts back down to Earth, letting the water wash away my depressing shower thoughts.

Sighing, I shut off the water, stepping into my steam flooded bathroom. I wrapped a towel around my figure, trying to wipe away the layer of water on my mirror, just to have it fogged up instantly, stupid movies. It always works in movies.

I opened my door, suddenly able to breath in the fresh air of my house. My room was dimly lit, the morning, January sun slowly creeping in through the blinds. It was in fact Sunday, I shouldn't be up so early, but I am, sometimes I just wake up and there's no turning off my brain again. I knew nobody would be awake but I still checked my phone in hopes of someone I could get lost in a conversation with.

Much to my surprise, I didn't get a 3am call from Luke, slurring his words together, making a barely audible request for me to pick him up from wherever he snuck out to. Maybe he's calmed down a bit. I thought to myself, quickly shaking the thought out of my head. Who the hell am I kidding? Luke Hemmings calmed down? Like that'll ever happen, he's basically just a walking condom at this point.

I decided to why not get ready for the day, remembering that coffee shops were one of the only things open around this time and I'm a coffee fein.

Usually I'm up around 9:00 or 10:00, which is also around when the others wake up and I get entertainment from the group chat. But unfortunately, it was seven in the morning and not only were all my friends asleep, but so was my mom considering she didn't have work today. I could always call Luke, and wake him up like he does to me so often but I know that wouldn't go down too well and he'd definitely give me the silent treatment for a few days.

I sighed, and decided on just texting Hannah to come over when she wakes up, knowing she'd be up before any of the boys.

Almost immediately, my phone buzzed signaling a response.

Hot best bitch Hannah
im up now come pick me up im bored

Charlieeeeee
okay im on my way. we're getting coffee

Hot best Bitch Hannah
good i love that shit

I pulled on my ripped skinny jeans that were laying on my floor and my keys before quietly slipping out of my house.

I do love my car, she's held up since my older brother drove her and now she's been going strong for me. I don't think I could ever get rid of Daniel, the amount of memories in this car is insane. Like that one time when Hannah had to lay across, Michael, Ashton and Calum's lap as we drove the backroads home because we didn't have enough space in my car and I was not trying to get pulled over;

"Ashton! Hold my legs I'm literally going to fall on the floor," Hannah squealed as she gripped onto Calum.

Ashton mumbled something incoherent, his head resting on the headrest, drunk out of his mind.