For those who are like visual presentation, I will be introduction something and my description of houses/clothing aren't always the best to create imagery, this is my next best bet.
PSA: I call the "family room," the living room instead.
" Meet me at five."
Julian hangs up the phone call before I could utter a protest. He told me to come over to his house to discuss plans for Miss Incomplete and as I was about to tell him that bringing over a girl doesn't exactly scream not-girlfriend; he pressed the red button before I finished my word.
I scrunched up my face, making a face about the whole phone call. It was short and simple; asking if I was available, asking if I had a car, and asking if I could get to his house to talk about Miss Incomplete.
I stood up from my bed, and headed over to my closet as I now have to change out of my comfortable shorts and baggy tee into something presentable for the public.
"Freaking Julian and his freaking phone call," I mumble under my breath as I ransack through my closet to find something normal. Sadly, it was supposed to be laundry day, but I was lazy to wash and unload. "Freaking Miss Incomplete."
I found some grey joggers and long-sleeved white tee. This was the best I was going to get, and I drop my current attire and into my outfit. I examine myself in the mirror, noticing that my hair was in a catastrophic mess, I took a hair tie from the nearest counter and tied it into a messy ponytail.
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Miss Incomplete | ✓
Teen FictionFrancena Nakamura never expected that, for the usage of her senior year, she'll be helping Julian Dean - star captain of the soccer team and her ex-crush - find her old pseudonym, Miss Incomplete. Never did she expect, that in the process, she'll f...