Not So Different

Chapter 7

Chapter 7: we're what, matching?

It was another day and I actually woke up perfectly fine this morning in a swarm of peppering kisses by my ever loving boyfriend, and I'm not going to deny and say that it didn't play a part in my good mood, because it did. Opening my eyes to see him first thing in the morning was the best feeling ever, something I wanted to be a daily occurrence in the near future.

Leisurely, I ran the comb through my hair while waiting for Daniel to come out of the shower. We had decided to go to school together today, since we were already together it wasn't that inconvenient. Furthermore, saving the environment is very important!

I was already done with my routine since Daniel forced me to get ready first before he went into the shower himself, said something about how I would take a long time drying my hair and making myself presentable that it would make us both late if he were to go first. Whatever.

I couldn't exactly say he was wrong, because I admit I do that a long time. But he wasn't exactly Usian Bolt when getting ready either.

While waiting for him, I had managed to do my usual natural makeup look, dried my hair and did a small braid at the top, chose a casual but chic look of a white shirt, tucked into a ripped light washed denim shorts and a checked flannel tied around my waist, and pick out the shoes I was going to wear. Now, because I had nothing to do, I was combing my hair again...

Finally, after ages went by and my hair started to grey, my sexy boyfriend came out of the shower with little droplets of water left on his body and a towel tied loosely around his waist. I kept my eyes fixated on him when he dried himself and threw on his yesterday clothes, then rummaged around my wardrobe for something before pulling out his letterman jacket.

Ah, I remembered him leaving that here. I wasn't planning on returning it but I guess that's out of the table.

"If you want to stare all you have to do is take a picture," he teased, coming over to me a pressed a kiss on my lips, "it'll last longer."

"Why would I want a mere picture when I can see it all in person," was what I replied with and he smirked in response. I really shouldn't be feeding his ego like this. I already do it enough under normal circumstances. "Besides, pictures are overrated anyway."

"Mhmm. It is, isn't it."

"Yup," I agreed, and pulled away. "Come on, I can stare at you at any time, but now we need to get to school. We both know I can't get another warning, not after the shit I got from the 'rents last time."

"Right," he agreed. "But don't you think getting grounded for a month just because you were late for three minutes is a little harsh. I mean, it wasn't like you skipped."

I shrugged. I had tried reasoning with mom, even cried and begged, but she wasn't having any of it. She wouldn't even listen, although maybe telling her that the teacher was exaggerating did push her over the edge.

Anyway, after that I never saw a reason to convince them otherwise ever again, because I knew I would just be shut down like any other time. I knew that they wouldn't listen to me, and I stopped trying. They probably didn't even care about me, and I'm shockingly okay with that.

"Exactly. Either way, I don't want to stick around and see it happening again. Let's go," holding his hand, we exited my house and I circled his car to get to the passenger seat. I threw my bag in the backseat and lifted my legs to his dashboard.

Daniel groaned and swatted my leg away, "stop dirtying my car," he huffed, turning on the engine and putting into drive.

About fifteen minutes later, we arrived at school and he proceeded to find a space for his car, and after that he walked me to my locker before excusing himself to meet with some of his other friends from the swim team.