You're Just A Stupid Queer [Girl x Girl]

Shake It Off

******Soooo I know I need to explain some stuff. I'm doing a lot better now... :) I'm on depression medicine and I have a girlfriend =^.^= But I just figured I'd let you know that I'm not dead and that I'll try to update more often... So here ya go!******

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***Lisa's P.O.V.***

I woke up and rubbed my eyes as I sat up. I looked to my left to see that Carissa never went home last night. I sigh as I realize I have to listen to her mom bitch about this forever.

I never hear the end of anything when it comes to Mary, I think as I laugh. Carissa's mom can be very nice, but she can also be a control freak. If everything isn't exactly how she likes it, all hell will break loose. Just like Carissa, now that I think about it.

I get up and walk down to the kitchen. Mom's at work, and Belle is at school so I have the house to myself. I grab my phone off the counter and look at the time: 11:54.

I can still make breakfast and not feel like a lazy piece of shit, right? ...yeahhh I'm gonna make some breakfast.

I walk over to the fridge and get the eggs and bacon. I turn on the stove and start to cook. I'm halfway done when I hear what sounds like a herd of elephants coming down the steps.

"JESUS, CAR!" I laugh because it seems she doesn't know how to be quiet about anything.

I smile to myself as she seems to stay on my mind. She walks over to me and kisses me on my cheek.

"Watcha smiling about?" She asks me. I shake my head, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"It's nothing," I try to brush it off, but it seems she just won't take no for an answer. She begins to poke my sides, which makes me squirm.

"Noooo, no fucking tickling me damnit." I put her arms by her sides and continue cooking.

She mumbles under her breath and walks over to the laundry basket in the living room that I still have to put away, and picks out an outfit.

"You know, Lis, this basket has been here for going on three weeks," Carissa tells me, and I respond by waving my hand at her.

"I'll deal with it later. I have important things to do today..." I tell her as I get some forks and plates.

"Like what?" She walks into the living room to get changed while I wash the pans.

"I have to finish season four of South Park by tomorrow night!" I tell her in a very matter-of-fact tone, and she rolls her eyes.

Okay, so I'm lazy. I hate doing anything that has to do with work. I would rather lay in my bed all day and watch Netflix, cuddled up in a blanket.

But I know that I need to get out of that habit and start doing more productive things. I've already got my college situation sorted out. I've decided that I'm going to go to the technical college 20 minutes away. I'm going to study psychology.

The human mind has always intrigued me. How no mind is the same. Everybody struggles from different things, whether its autism, ADHD, depression, anxiety, schizophrenia, PTSD. I can keep going for hours.

I love learning how to understand people and get in touch with their innermost thoughts.

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But anyway, back to breakfast. I finally finish the last piece of bacon and put it on the plate. Carissa comes in from the living room and fixes her plate while I fix mine. We sit down at the table and grub. (Shhh that's my word choice. Deal with it.)

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***I have writers block like nobody's business. Like I know the plot, but I can't figure out exact details. My head is hurting. But I decided you guys needed an update since its been forever ;-; so here you go <3 tell me what y'all think***