At My Best. (five seconds of summer)

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Bethany Alba

I woke up to my head pounding. I stumble out of bed and down the stairs. I finally reach the kitchen, I quickly look for the ibuprofen. I drown 4 pills which a half-finished water bottle that was on the counter.

I sit on the floor and lean my head back on the island and waited for the pills to do their job. Headaches were normal for me, sadly.

After what felt like forever, the paint got better until it diminished. My dad comes in just as I was getting up.

"What are you doing up?" He starts his morning pot of coffee.

"My head hurts," I say as I get up from the cold floor.

"Do you want to go to the doctor?" She side-eyes me as he refills his coffee pot.

"No, it's going away now," I smile and walk past him to go back to my room.

"Okay, well maybe you should call in sick today!" He yells while I'm going up the stairs.

"I can't! Dave is on vacation!" I get to my room and snuggle into bed. I grab my phone and go through Instagram first.

I see that Michael and Ashton have followed me, I followed them back and closed the app. Deciding that laying in bed wasn't going to help with my headache anyways, I decide to get ready for work.

After taking a quick shower, I begin to rummage my closet for something to wear. It was going to be really hot today, so maybe I'll wear shorts. But then my very white legs will be on display, so maybe I won't.

I finally decide on a pair of ripped dark washed jeans, and a white babydoll tank top. I paired it with my brown Birks.

I still had 2 hours until I had to be at the shop, so after drying my hair, I begin to curl it. I leave it in loose wavy curls. I put light makeup on, just for the heck of it, only concealer, mascara, blush, and lip gloss. I laughed once I saw myself in the mirror, it looked like I was going to a party. I never looked like this.

I went down for some breakfast, my headache was completely gone at this point. After debating for a minute straight, I decided to eat toast with peanut butter and a banana.

I start my way to the shop once I finished. I walk slowly on the sidewalk, knowing I had 40 minutes till I had to open.

I got to the shop after 15 minutes of walking. Cautiously, I put the key in and open the door. This part always scared me to death, the fear of somebody being in there made me shiver. I closed it and turned the closed/open sign over.

Sighing, I take a look at my cardigan on the floor. I pick it and unlock the back room. I grab the cash register and decided to sit in the record section of the store today.

I'm on my phone for the first hour, mostly texting Charlotte, but also a few other friends. Charlotte was my best friend, but in our friend group, there was six of us. Charlotte, Noah, Andrea, Ethan, Sammy (well Samuel) and myself. We all had our besties in the group, Noah and Andrea, Ethan and Sammy, and us two, but we were all super close.

We all met in ninth grade. Charlotte had just moved here from Utah, and Andrea and Ethan were already friends. Sammy had friends but somehow ditched them, and Noah moved here from London. Somehow we all got put in a group for our first project in English, and since then we've been inseparable.

'can we visit you?'

Sammy asks in our group chat, I knew it was directed at me and I was ecstatic that I was going to see them.

'YES.' I reply.

'can I go???? i'm NOT driving tho'  - Andrea.

'We're all going stupid." - Noah