I woke up to my alarm around 6 am. Fuck, shit. I don't think I'd have enough words in the world to express how much I hate waking up early. Ive had plenty of mornings where I really ponder whether my education is really worth it. Then I mentally tell myself to shut up and get my ass out of bed. So yes, waking up early is my worst enemy. But anything for my friend, right? I poke my leg out from the sheets and stretch. Grabbing my speaker, I head to my bathroom and turn on the shower.
I listen to my playlist while I wash my hair and I pretend I'm having my own concert, just like any other normal teen, right? Except I was serious. It had always been my dream of one day being on tour and performing. Being on stage with thousands of people singing along to my songs didn't horrify me, no. I want it so bad. Can that day come any sooner?
Anyways, while I took probably half an hour fooling around in the shower, I got to thinking about my relationship with Brandon. The absolute dream and nightmare of a seventeen year-old girl. Well, technically, sixteen since my birthday isn't until June. Disclaimer, I'm such a Cancer that it hurts. Also, I heavily believe in zodiac horoscopes. Don't judge me!
So, the deal with Brandon and I. Well, like I said, it's complicated. We basically already do date-y things except we don't actually have the label. It's super weird. He and I flirt all the time, we always hang out, I guess we go on dates since he pays for me most of the time when we go out, and we literally know each other inside and out.
Oh, that sounded really...odd.
I basically confide in him about anything and everything. And being each other's therapist is really cost efficient and allows our bond to grow stronger. And that's the problem. We trust each other so much and basically can read each other's minds that it's almost impossible to ask the question, "what are we?" At least, in my opinion.
We have also kissed before. But I'm now forced to believe that it was caused by excessive hormones and horny-ness because we have never spoken of it since it happened. That's a story for a later time though.
I was blow drying my hair when my phone chimed. It was a text from Brandon.
"7:20 pls (with a pity emoji)"
Aw, hell no. I need those extra ten minutes to choose my outfit.
"No, I will literally sue you" I send.
"Let's do it baby, I know the law," At this point, I'm laughing. He always knows how to make me laugh and honestly, it doesn't take much. Obscure memes and quotes from vines, tik toks, or tweets, in this case, take me out most of the time.
"Fuck u lol, 7:30 periodt"
"K."
Ooof, he hit me with K response. And the period. Whatever, he told me 7:30 so 7:30 it shall be. After blow drying my hair, I straighten it a little and then put on some makeup. Most days I don't put any makeup on because firstly, don't really know what the point is except for clogging pores, and second, don't really know how to do it. Also, I'm tired in the mornings so no.
But on the days where I actually do try, I put on concealer under my eyes, a shit ton of mascara, and maybe eyeshadow, bronzer, and blush if I'm feeling it. The good thing is that since I drink a lot of water and eat fairly healthy, my skin hardly gets acne and I don't have to cover my face in foundation like a lot of the girls at school. Unfortunately for them, they haven't mastered the art of blending correctly.
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Free Spirit
Fiksi Remaja"I never wanted so much of a glance in my direction. Now, I get stares. I am judged by the world on what I choose to do, who I choose to date," I lingered on the fragment of the sentence, thinking of what to say next. My mind was frantically trying...
