BEEP BEEP BEEP! "Ugh!" I groan as I hit my alarm clock. "Yay! 5 fucking am." I say sarcastically to myself. I get up from my bed and slowly walk out of my bedroom. I get my towel out of the hall closet and go to the bathroom to take a shower.
I undress and step in the shower. I shiver when my foot touches the tub floor, from it being cold. I fully get in the shower, twist the handle and let the warm water flow over me. It's calming, know that I had to get up at this time to get on a plane to L.A. for a job interview. I'm an artist(you don't have to be an artist) that lives in friggen West Virginia that has a job interview in L.A. I know, I get it. The position they were interviewing for was my dream position and I would do anything to get it. After I shower I step out and wrap myself up in my towel. I do the same with my hair and walk out to find some clothes.
Even though I've been planning for this trip for about a week now, I still have little to no packing accomplished. I threw in some graphic T's and pairs of black jeans cuz being an artist means being casual as hell. Even for the interviews they say to wear whatever you want. As soon as I pack my outfits for other days, I start my outfit for today. I got out a pair of black highwaisted jeans with rips in the knees. I go back for a shirt and a certain one sparks my eye. A white shirt with a sun on it. It says "Sublime". When I was little, my best friend Shayne got it for me as a birthday present. I held it close, thinking if the memory. I snap out of my past and get dressed. I tuck the shirt into my jeans and get my mustard yellow beanie, sunglasses, phone, and art supplies. I head out the door wondering what L.A. will be like.
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Shayne Topp x Reader
RomanceYou and Shayne have been best friends since 2nd grade and all through elementary school. You graduate 5th grade together and are practically kissing the ground when you walk out of the school building. You guys make plans for the summertime. You bot...
