Alexandria POV
Quite often, we neglect to notice the small things.
The way a persons nose crinkles when they truly laugh.The way a baby's face lights up at the sight of it's own mother. The heart beat of someone when we lay upon their chest.
Sometimes the small things are what make us unique. The wacky part of all of it is every person is so unique that redundantly we are absolutely the same.
When trying to defy stereotypical we become the new stereotypical.
.....
Oh man running on and on with my constant unending and indecisive thoughts.
I pulled my thigh high socks up to make them even as my bestfriend, Jefferee, rambles and talks about the new boy in our phycology AP class. He's a stereotypical highschool Gay boy.
I for one try to be the Stereotypical Aesthetic goth bi***.
I looked at him and listened intensely.
"holy fuck,Alexandria He is Godly. Like Johnny Depp level of Godly."
Slightly glaring at him then stating "Well, unless he has a damn brain and a sexy voice then I will not amuse your boy crush of the week."
Suddenly a carrot flew from him hitting me in the forehead "Bitch. He isn't just some Boy Crush. He's literally to straight for me though. "
"Oh hell no. Strictly into girls now. After Dexter. "
"Whatever cunt"
"Okay slut".
I ended up walking downstairs and leaving Jefferee to do as he pleased. He practically lived here himself.
I threw my Midnight Blue hair into a messy pony tail and opened a water bottle I ended up getting from the fridge.
*Time skip*
It was around 9pm. The night sky filled with wonders we called stars. I was laying in bed with Jefferees old shirt on. He gives me his old shirts since I absolutely love them.
I was thinking way to much.
*Ping*
*new message from Brendon*
"Who the hell...."
