Brooklyn Baby (l.h)

I wake up with a pounding headache, rubbing my eyes I slowly sit up on my bed. The light from outside is pooling in, making my headache worse. I cautiously stand up from my bed, since it was just a mattress on a floor, and stumble my way to the bathroom while grabbing a almost empty bottle of tequila. I don't bother turning on the light for the bathroom because the light from the window was enough. I take a Tylenol and chug it down with the rest of the tequila. I look at my self in the mirror and almost start laughing, my already frizzy red hair was even frizzier and the tight curls were sticking out randomly. My eyes where bloodshot and there were large bags under them. 

I sigh and turn on the shower. Taking off my bra and underwear, them being the only things I slept in last night, and step into the hot shower and instantly relax. I wash my hair, then body and step out. I dry off with a towel and walk back to my room. 

I dig in a pile of clean clothes that never made it to my draws and pick out a bra and underwear. I put those on and walk out onto the balcony that was in my room, the sliding doors were always open due to the fact that the air conditioning is broken on my floor. I step out and get a good look at Florida, people were already up, and moving about. The breeze was warm and there were hardly any clouds. I stepped back inside just to get my pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I light a stick and inhale. I lean against the railings and relax completely. Two cigarettes later I decide to go back inside to change since I was only in my underwear. 

I throw on black jeans, my all black converse, a white shirt and large jean jacket. Walking into the kitchen I answer the home phone that had been ringing.

"hullo" I say biting into a apple,

"LU WHAT THE FUCK I THOUGHT YOU DIED" Reese, my friend since 5th grade, screamed into the phone, "sorry, I guess my phone died" I answered laughing at how paranoid she was being right now. 

"Well no shit Sherlock, I've been trying to call you for the past 3 hours, I was worried sick last night, you couldn't even make it past your front door you were so high, and all the drinking you did didn't help at all." I roll my eyes, she should be used to this by now, we go out almost every night. "I don't even remember what happened" I stated, she sighs through the line, "I wonder why, I'm coming over now by the way I need to talk to you" 

"okay, see you soon" I hang up the phone. 

Seconds later I heard someone walk in, Reese. "My lovely duckling how are you this fine afternoon?" I smile widely at her. She sits next to me on the coach, handing me a large hot coffee, I take a sip from it as she rolls her eyes, "you sure you're not high again" I sigh, "only cigarettes in the afternoon or early morning, all that good stuff late at night."

"Right. Luna, I hope you are aware of the fact that my boyfriend and his band are moving into your apartment building this evening, and that you are hosting them for dinner. Which means that we need to clean this shit hole up. We should also order Indian because you are shit at cooking." She rambles on and on about things that need to be done in order to have the welcoming party for her boyfriend of 3 years be perfect. 

She's always been a perfectionist, which made our friendship seem impossible due to the fact that I'm always high or drinking. I really do need her in my life, I mean she takes care of my sorry ass when I'm to drunk or high off shit that I can't even stand up straight. We were complete opposites, she was the same height as me but she was petite, she had small boobs, and when you compared mine to hers it was like comparing a whale to a ant. She has straight black hair, olive skin, could walk in heels, and had a boyfriend, where'as I had messy red hair, pale skin scattered with freckles, I had a giant ass that was pretty nice if I do say so my self, giant ass boobs, the smallest waist possible, I can't walk in heels for my life and I've been single since birth. 

"LUNA, are you even listening to me?!" Reese screamed at me, "JESUS I ALMOST SHITTED MY PANTS," I scream back holding my heart. "Shitted isn't a word." I just scoff at her and stand up helping her pick up newspapers that were scattered around the living room. 

4 hours, 3 bottles of beer, 6 cigarettes, 1 sneaked blunt, 2 screaming sessions about me smoking and we were done cleaning my apartment for some random ass boys that I've never met or seen before. Reese just finished on the phone with the Indian take out place that she ordered from, I was sitting on the balcony, enjoying the sunset and smoking like there was no tomorrow. "Luna stop, you have nothing to be worried about." Reese sat next to me, she knew that I smoked like crazy when I was nervous or upset. I just shrug and put out the cigarette. "When will your stupid-," "Michael, his name is Michael" she glares at me, god she acts like my mother. "Fine. When will Michael and his stupid-" "Ashton, Calum, and Luke," Jesus she never let's me have a break. "FINE. When will your goddamn boyfriend, Michael, and his goddamn band mates, Ashton, Calum and Luke, be here?" She looks at her watch, "any minute."

I huff and walk inside, she follows me into the kitchen. I open the cabinet full of drinks, "you better not be drinking anything strong or I will slaughter you." I roll my eyes, taking out a bottle of red wine and pouring myself a glass. "Happy?" She rolls her eyes as I take a sip, and hop up onto the counter. 

You must be wondering, how the hell did this 18 year old girl get all of these drinks and dope? Well, her dad is a famous night club owner/designer, all the drinks that he tested and, has left overs of for all the clubs go to me. Without anyone knowing of course because I'm underage. Since I live on my own and he was never home throughout my chilidhood, liquor has been a gift since I was 14. Birthday? Dad has it covered, 5 bottles of tequila. Christmas? 7 bottles of the finest wines found in Italy.

There is a knock on the door and Reese dashes to it. I don't even bother getting up from my spot, I soon hear a shriek, a "OH MY GOD MICHAEL" and then an awkward silence, followed by quiet chuckles. Then the goddamn perfectionist calls my fucking name; "Luna come greet your guests." I sigh loudly, sliding off the counter, putting down my empty glass of wine in the sink and walking to to commotion. 

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SO WHAT DO U GUYS THINK??!!!!! IM REALLT EXCITED. I got this idea from Brooklyn Baby by Lana Del Rey, bc she's amazing and I was like imagining a music video for the song and luke was on my mind and bam this story happened. I'm also on a plane heading back from Ireland and im really bored so why not??!!!!!  ANYWAYS VOTE AND TELL UR FRIEND ABT THIS AND COMMENT IF UR AS EXCITED AS I AM

-tenya xx 

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