King Princess-Cute Smile

pretty girls are always clumsy

The first thing I notice as she casually walks toward the bar is the little brown curls that surround her face.They look familiar I think to myself but shrug it off.

"Hey.can I get four coronas." she says in a confident tone

"Anything else" say as the grab the beers from the coolers only to set them down and spill one all over the bar table.

"oh fuck " I say feeling like an absolute dork.

The girl in front of me doesn't even say anything but instead grabs some napkins and helps me clean up the mess I've made. As she wipes up the mess I take a second the appreciate her beauty noticed her green eyes.

"Im so sorry " I apologize.

"No need to apologize pretty girls are always the clumsiest." She says in a mischievous voice

I feel a smile grow on my face and I look up the brow haired girl slyly smiling at me with the cutest wide smile.

Immediately moving on she asks me "what's your name ?I'm sure you're more than just some pretty girl." as I hand over her drinks.

"Emily"I say feeling weirdly nervous.

A simple "hmm" is all she responds with. But before I even get chance to ask her name in return she's walked over back to her group of friend.

Throughout the night I occasionally glance at the girl with the cute who's name I don't know.Once in while she does meet my stares but I immediately shift my vision every time not wanting to like an actual creep . The rest of the night is the usual same old I see people getting drunk out of their mind and a couple of guys try to hit on my only to be let down when I tell them I'm a lesbian.Sometimes I even enjoy letting down guys and seeing their creepy smiles turn to frustrated stares.Hearing the occasional "I can change that " or "how do you know if you've never had sex with a man" only really makes me laugh now as it used to bother me before.

My shift ended at about 3am so by 3:15 I'm walking on my way home another day doing something I don't really care for.Friday nights are always the worst despite the hype that surround that day .Jason is really all that I have .I met him about 2 years ago at a cafe and we have been best friends ever since .A lot of people think we're dating but that couldn't be further from the truth since were both gay. His family who live in Texas aren't very supporting of his sexuality .Im thankful for my who are supporting but they all live in Florida so it's not like I get to see them very often.I came out here to New York chase my dreams of being a singer but it seems like about a million other people had the same idea.I wonder if moving to New York was just a big mistake .

As I reach home I find any house inhabited only by a snoring Jason.I take a quick shower and with my hair still damp hair I make myself a bowl of cereal seeing as it's all the food we have in the apartment and finish it quickly asI feeling a sense of tiredness engulf my body.Its time for bed I think to myself.

The thought of the girl who called my pretty eases my mind as I crawl into my bed ."you're pretty too" is the last though that I have before I drift off to sleep .

Let me know what you think this is my first time ever writing and I just feel like it's going to fast