Begin Again

Chapter 20

no author's note at the end. It's really late at night and I have school tomorrow, so I'm making this short. ignore any typo's or weird mistakes, cause it's not proofread. this chap is also very short bc i'm tired! the next update should be friday bc i'm going away for the weekend. soo you all next time byee - Samara xx p.s sorry this is late. also the outfit to the side is Sav's outfit for today!

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Sleepily, I open my eyes, taking in my bedroom. Pulling myself out of my bed, I grab my iPhone that’s sitting on my bed side table. Clicking the home button, it turns on revealing the time. 12:04pm. Groaning, I get out of my bed. I hate waking up late. I know some people love waking up late, but I absolutely hate it. It’s just half of my day wasted now.

I suppose I should blame myself for that though. After the beach, it was like six o’clock at night, so Joe, Larissa, Cameron and I went to the pier for a night out. When that shut, we literally went for a drive at nine o’clock at night. We ended up going to a lookout that looks over the beach. It was probably really dangerous to be out at that time at a look out because what if some creep comes or if you get eaten by a bear. Okay, maybe the latter won’t happen, but the former might.

We didn’t really think about the dangers, I mean, would you think about that when you’re out with your friends, having a really good time? Well I definitely didn’t. We lost track of time for the third time that night, so I ended up getting home at one o’clock. I don’t think I woke up Dad and Melissa, thank God. I’d be grounded for a week or two if they heard me last night. Just let me tell you, you do not want to be grounded in the middle of summer. How boring would that be?

I end up walking like a zombie to my joining bathroom. See? This is what happens when I wake up in the middle of the day. I take a half an hour shower, before getting out and wrapping a towel around my body and putting one in my hair to make it dry. I walk back into my room, heading straight for my closet. I pull out a plain white loose shirt and my black flowery shorts that are really cute. There is extra material at the front that overlaps.

I’m about to walk over to my dresser to get my gold necklace, when the door barges open and in walks Joe.

And I’m in a towel.

Only a towel.

Oh my God.

Joe’s eyes widen, while I’m frozen in the spot. I feel my cheeks get warm. “Have you ever heard of knocking?!?” I shriek.

He looks flustered, his gaze shifts of me and onto the floor. Well at least I know he isn’t checking me out. “I-I’m s-sor-ry,” he splutters.

“Get out!” I yell.

He snaps out of his embarrassment for a moment to exit the room. I sigh in relief when he closes the door softly behind him. Well, that was awkward. What about if I didn’t have a towel wrapped around me? I shudder at the thought. I can’t even think about it. It makes it even more awkward now that I know I still have some feelings for him. And I know he likes me too.

Speaking of him liking me. You’re all probably wondering why we aren’t dating. Well, I don’t even think Joe knows that I like him and I plan it staying that way, unless he asks me out. I mean, I would tell him but I’m a chicken. Yeah, I’ll admit, I’m a chicken. As much as I want to date him, I just can’t say anything. Knowing me, it’ll end up coming out awkward and he’ll probably wonder, what did I see in her in the first place?

Anyway, I walk into my bathroom, taking my things on the way. I put on my clothes, tucking in my white shirt into my shorts, and then clasping my necklace around my neck. I then take my hair out of the towel. My brown hair comes out in knots, so I run my brush through it. I then blow dry it so it’s not as wet. It goes into its natural waves. Deciding I don’t like it wavy, I plug in my straightener, pulling it through my hair. Once I’m satisfied with my looks, I exit the bathroom, grabbing my phone before heading downstairs.