All The Boys I Love

[ 3 ] m o e v e m b e r c a n b e m y b i t c-

[ S o f i a ]

I WASHED MY BLEEDING HANDS to the best of my ability. They weren't bad and would heal in a few days but they were sore. I wrapped them in a bandage and texted Brenton to let him know I couldn't go bowling because I hurt my hands.

He was arriving anytime now, we decided to go to a fair that was being held on by another school. He didn't say which. Bowling didn't seem like a good idea anymore since my hands were now bandaged and sore from falling over on the morning run. I recently had a quick shower and changed into denim shirts, a black belt with a big buckle and a simple baby blue tee and I braided my blonde hair into two braids. I grabbed my small bag pack that said 'too cute for cosmo' on it with little aliens. It was my favourite bag. I shoved my wallet, water, gum and phone the the bag just as the doorbell rang.

I heard the front door open and I rolled my eyes as I walked down the stairs. "I don't know why you bother to ring the doorbell when you just walk straight in the house anyway."

I heard Brenton laugh from a distance. "Just feels polite, ya know?"

I reached the bottom of the stairs. Brenton as usual was wearing a pair of washed out jeans with a light jumper on and vans as his shoes. He was tall and slim, he hand a tan complexion with brown sandy hair. He had this bushy eyebrows with light brown eyes. His smile was always uneven, something boyish about it with the smallest hint of a dimple on his right cheek. He had the tiniest bit of facial hair, he was trying to grown a beard to prove a point to my brother.

I crinkled my nose. "Please just shave the moe, I'll pay you twenty bucks right now. It looks messy, B."

He waved his arms, shrugging me off. "No Soph, I'm doing this. This will be the best moe come moevember! Moevember will be my bit—"

"That's months away!" I interrupt him.

"Exactly enough time to grow this damn thing and prove a point now come on." He grabbed my hand pulling my out of the door and to his car.

His car was a little old. It had a few dings and scratches and was a tacky red colour but it drove from 'A' to 'B' so I've never complained. Of course, you had to keep the windows rolled down otherwise it smelt of smoke. It had been a car he saved to buy, he worked all summer and bought it second-hand. He was proud of it so therefore, so was I. He always apologised, especially when it was raining and we had to keep the windows down but I never minded. A car was a car after all.

Besides, Brenton and I would rather this than public transportation. We hand grown tired of the bus and my brother couldn't drive us everywhere. We had only been on the bus a few times and all of those times were miserable, especially the school bus. I still vividly remember when a used condom was thrown our way, it had landed on Brenton's head.