It's been a week since my earlier breakdown. Sometimes I just overreact on things, break down after building up. There's been plenty of previous times where I've forced myself not to cry, and after a while, the simplest thing will push you to your breaking point.
I'm fine with it though. I'm used to it. I completely understand that sometimes I just need to let it out. The stress, anger, fear, sadness. It's okay to break sometimes, and I'm comfortable with that.
I haven't gotten out of the house that much this week. It's not like I'm avoiding anything, I'm just simply lazy. Staying in, watching Netflix. I mean, there's no wrong with that, right? But today I felt like going out, being around other people and not just staying cooped up from the world.
Naturally, as any girl would, I wanted to look presentable. I put on one of my current favorite outfits, which happened to be a light pink knit sweater, light wash jeans, and brown combat boots. I put on a white beanie and let my hair fall in its natural chocolate waves. I was never really fond of my natural hair, but on occasion, it looked decent. Since I don't really like applying makeup I kept it simple, concealer to cover blemishes, pencil eyeliner, mascara, and a light pink lipstick. This was definitely one of my girly outfits, considering I live in band t-shirts and black jeans.
I haven't seen or heard from Luke since I said goodbye to him a week ago, and I didn't expect to. I'll admit it, what he did was incredibly nice and he came off as a very sincere boy, but I don't plan on ever seeing him again. Besides, he seems like one of those boys who act all punk and mysterious but turn into this sweet, caring gentleman as soon as the moon rises and his emotions set in. It's one of those typical teenage boy things.
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After getting ready to go out, I grab my phone, a $20 bill, and lip balm and shove them into my back pockets. Purses really aren't my thing, I always end up losing them. I shut and locked my door behind me and walked out my apartment building and to my car. I climbed into my silver Lexus and drove to the nearest café. I came here more than I should, and always considered getting a job here, especially now because I quit my job as a cashier at Quickcheck. As I walked in I was instantly greeted by the warm smell of coffee.
"Annabelle! Hey!" Michael smiled, greeting me as I walked up to order my drink.
"Hey Michael, long time no see. Sorry I haven't been coming around," I said giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek. Michael and I have been friends since middle school and he lives on the floor above mine in my apartment building.
"It's alright. What would you like to order?" he asked politely.
I pondered for a moment, my eyes scanning the menu a few times.
"Just a Carmel frap, thanks."
After I got my drink and paid, I sat at my usual booth as I waited for Michael to get on his break so we could catch up. To pass the time, I scrolled through my twitter. I was soon interrupted by a light tap on my shoulder. I quickly spun around, thinking it was Michael. Instead, I found myself looking up at some familiar piercing blue eyes and dirty blonde hair.
"Oh good it's you, it would have been really awkward if it wasn't." He spoke with an accent I hadn't noticed before.
"Its me. Hey, is that an accent?" I asked, tilting my head to the side a little. He nodded, sitting down in the empty booth in front of me.
"Australian," he confirmed.
"Cool. I could say something completely cheesy and stereotypical but I won't. My Aussie friend gets offended when I do," I laughed lightly, referring to Michael.
"Put another shrimp on the-"
"Hey," Michael's voice interrupted Luke's extremely good impression of a really thick Australian accent.
"Oh hi," I smiled looking up at him.
"Michael?" Luke's voice was hushed and surprised.
"No fucking way." Michael breathed looking up at Luke with a mixture of shock and confusion on his face.
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A/N: sorry for the wait. I hope you guys like this chapter(:
The end was kinda bad, sorry I wanted to try a cliffhanger hah. But thank you for 20 reads, it's not a lot but it makes me happy knowing I'm not updating to myself haha. Thanks again,
-Bri
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Fanfiction"I'm not here to give sympathy, and I'm sure as hell not here to give advice." He paused briefly, swiping some fallen pieces of his blonde hair back into place. "Besides, who's better to tell your problems to than a stranger?"
