3:18 a.m. Saturday night, in your bedroom You were shoving happiness down your throat so fast you couldn't even taste it. You knew it, it's like lying to yourself, always saying that it's going to work.
You sat up, and moved the palm of your hand onto your bed to push yourself off. You extended your arm and patted the wall until you found a light switch. *flip*
As soon as you found your chair, you sat down and reached for your old lamp, and switched it on. You looked at your computer for a few seconds.
You wiggled the mouse of the computer to turn it on. You sighed, then put your head phones in. You stopped using earbuds after one got stuck in your nose, you smiled a little at the story. Your iMac started up, so you clicked your mouse to open LogicPro.
Are you sure you would like to delete the file, Y/N's song?
"Yep," you said, speaking to the computer, which you know couldn't hear you. You clicked yes on the screen. Another sigh escaped. You balled your hand into a lose fist and placed it on your cheek, you let your elbow sink into the mouse pad as you let the realization of what you did hit you all at once.
- 9:26 a.m Saturday morning, your bedroom
You took a look around, it wasn't messy, it was actually pretty clean, surprisingly.
your room:
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You rolled over, covering your eyes, and most of your face with your pillow. "Why does it have to be so bright?" You groaned.
You stopped procrastinating and walked to your bathroom. Your parents were on a spring break vacation, that you begged not to go to. You wet your hands then pumped two pumps of Cetaphil. You scrubbed your face, getting any access makeup off. You blindly grabbed a towel and patted your face softly.
After a short walk to your bedroom, you searched your closet for any good, clean clothes. You finally settled on a simple outfit.
the outfit:
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10:27 a.m Saturday morning, at your local coffee shop
It was only a half of a block to the coffee shop. You practically grew up there, Sunny's was the only good cafe within miles. You had your black Kanken on, with your laptop in it, along with a book you've been reading, The Sound of Waves. PewDiePie mentioned it in a book review, so you just had to pick it up.
You walked over to the booth you usually sit in. You quickly realized it was occupied.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," She spoke softly. There was so much racing through my mind. God she was pretty. "No your fine, it's my mistake," You said.
She was with two other friends, who all had a different aesthetic.
The one closest to the window had black short hair, with bangs that perfectly shaped her face. She was wearing a black and white turtleneck with a black Nirvana shirt over it. All paired with a black, denim skirt.
The girl next to her was wearing a white tank top with a fuzzy light brown teddy bear jacket. Her pants were the same color as her jacket, but with white plaid. Her hair was in a middle part ponytail. She had short, light brown, really curly hair. The light brown freckles on her face completed the look.
"No, we can move," She laughed. Her black hair and chains bounced when she spoke. "Oh your fine," you laughed. She gave you a subtle, sweet smile before you sat in the other booth.
You tried to take your mind off the situation by reading. You set your Kanken down in the seat, and began to unzip it. Before you could get the book out you were interrupted.
"Hello, my name is Ali! Can I get you anything to drink, or an appetizer to start you off?" She spoke in a strangely high voice.
You pretended to look at the menu for a split second, even though, you knew exactly what you wanted.
"Uh, yeah. Can I get a SunnyClassic and a coffee, with some extra sugar, please?" You watched her quickly jolt down your order in a notepad, when she tilted it down enough where you could see the handwriting, you wondered how she understood it.
"Sure! It'll be out in a second!"
She scooted to where the girls are and took their order.
"Okay! And, how about you?" You overheard the waiter say.
"Oh, me?" She nervously played with her chain.
"I'll get what she got," She decided.
You peeked your head up.
"The girl in the green shirt."
She pointed to you and flashed a big smile.
"If she got it, it's gotta be good," she chuckled,
I'm really shook. She is perfect, perfect smile, perfect lips, hair, eyes, style.
You gave her a wide smile to.
After the coffee and about twenty-three pages into the book, You almost forgot about her. Almost.
One of the girls from the booth scooted over to you. She was the one that had the brown jacket and pants.
"Hey," She spoke nervously.
"Hello," You said, sharing the same nervous energy.
"My friend, in the booth, with the chains. She couldn't help but notice the pride flag on your Kanken,"
You completely forgot about that flag. You got it when you came out to your parents.
"Well, She thinks your pretty and," She lowered her voice down to a whisper,
