"So, are you in?" he asked, his tone gentle, but the patience in his voice was slipping.
She took a moment to mull it over, and finally met his piercing blue eyes.
"Yes," she replied, with a shaky breath, and he let out a contented sigh.
"But unde...
"sometimes its hard to find, find my way up into the clouds,
tune it out, they can be so loud,
you remind me of a time when things weren't so complicated..."
- Breathin' {Ariana Grande}
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"YOU'RE EATING Spongebob! How could you!?"
"Its just pineapple, woman!"
"Can you get her off the lamp?!"
"Good god, who's idea was it to throw a party anyway?"
F L A S H B A C K...
Studying for an exam the night before, has got to be categorized as a true talent.
I should know, since I was the girl who procrastinated long enough to stay up half the night, wondering how you get 2, when the quadratic equation doesn't even have a 2.
This is how you know I don't belong in the math department.
In fact, I was so tired, I didn't bother matching a single piece of clothing that was currently wrapped around my body. I was sporting a yellow top that had little fuzzies on it, a white cardigan clinging to my bare arms, some pink fuzzy pajama pants, and a pair of white converse.
Yeah, I was starting trends.
The first person who approached me, which happened to be Michael, made sure I knew I didn't look like a runway model.
"Holy mother of cheese fries, are you drunk?" he asked, snapping his fingers in my face for safe measures. As if that was going to magically make me feel better.
I looked at him with a bored expression, which also meant my eyes were drooping and I couldn't function properly. "Do I look drunk to you?" I asked, feeling a headache coming on.
He opened his mouth to answer as I put a finger up to his lips to silence him, before walking around him. "On second thought, better not answer that."
I was making progress as I walked down the hall, making an attempt to actually look somewhat-alive, when the second person of the day came up to me. This time, the truth of my appearance was a little more...brutal.
"Who in their right mind let you leave the house?" Arabelle sneered, as she approached me with her minions.
I touched my heart with both of my hands, as I pulled a look of endearment. "Why Arabelle, is it already Halloween? Or is that just your face?" I shot back. The look on her face was priceless as I stepped around, yet, another person, and carried on my way.
"Well aren't you a big ball of sunshine this morning," Zac greeted as he came near me, cautiously, like he was afraid I'd go off on him like an atomic bomb awaiting to be set.
