Brittney's P.O.V.
Have I ever mentioned how much of a morning person I am? Because if I did, that wasn't me. And I'm definitely not a morning person on a Sunday when my goddamn grandma won't stop calling me at 6 in the morning to drag me to church with her. I'm literally a walking sin and I can name plenty of reasons why. Oh how wonderful, she's calling me again.
I picked up my phone in irritation and answered it. "What grandma?" I asked in and annoyed tone. "See, now this is why your parents abandoned you in the first place." she said in her old raspy voice. "Listen, I don't have time for your bullshit woman." I said in frustration. "You know you really are-" I hung up the phone.
Besides, I have other plans for today. After convincing Sarah that her eyes were perfect yesterday, we got her to agree to come to the mall with us. Maybe this will be my chance to get closer to her. Speaking of Sarah, I wonder if she's awake. Oh for the love of God who's calling me now?
My question was answered when I saw Sarah's caller ID. "Hey Sare Bear." I answered. I waited for a response and was relieved when I heard a soft giggle. "I didn't expect you of all people to say something like that." she said sleepily. "Yeah, that was weird." I said in embarrassment.
There was a moment of silence before she spoke up. "Can you call me that more often?" she asked in uncertainty. I felt my face heat up but answered anyways. "Sure." I said. "So are we still going to the mall?" she asked.
'Oh she still wants to go?' I thought in shock. "Of course. I'm surprised you still wanted to go." I responded. "Yeah, I decided to try and do something with my life for once. Besides, I wanted to talk to you about something." she said. 'Wait what?' I thought to myself in confusion. What could she possibly want to talk to me about?
"Well I'm gonna go shower, bye bye." she said in a cheerful tone before hanging up. She always sounds so much happier when she's talking to me. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe she feels the same way I do. Like she could love someone as fucked up as me.
Pushing all the negative thoughts away, I sat up and let out a stressed yawn. I stood up and made my way towards my bathroom. Catching a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror, I cringed at the sight of my face. I sleep so much that the bags under my eyes have become natural, and hiding them with makeup was never in any interest of mine. I basically look like a walking zombie at this point.
Should I really take a shower? I've been around all of them for a while now and it's just a waste of energy that I don't have. But, I have been laying in bed for two days straight now. Guess I just take one anyways. Don't wanna end up smelling bad in front of Sarah.
Now, I just need to find some clothes to wear. Black sweater, black pants, and black boots. Perfect for a broken soul like me. Now on to taking my shower. Turning on the shower, I start to get ready for a heartbreaking rejection.
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Arriving at the mall, I spotted Sarah standing by herself. Walking up to her, I noticed her tear stained face. I placed a hand on her shoulder to get her attention, making her look over at me. "What's wrong?" I asked in concern. "I thought you guys abandoned me." she said, sniffing a little. I pulled her into a hug to calm her down.
"Sarah...we would never do that to you." I said reassuringly. "Was it my fault then?" she asked in a guilty tone. "Of course not. Marcus probably just went to go pick up Marty." I explained. I could tell that made her relax a little.
And just after I made that statement, I noticed Marcus' truck go through the parking lot. "They did show up..." Sarah said in relief. "Told you they would." I said confidently. I watched his truck until he pulled into a parking space. I could already see Marty running towards us.
He ran straight into Sarah, catching her in a hug. I guess he could notice that she had been crying because of his reaction. "Oh you poor thing! We weren't trying to be late hun!" he exclaimed apologetically. Marcus walked behind Mart and patted his head. "Yeah drama queen here woke up late." he said sarcastically.
"Excuse me, but I was picking out an outfit mister!" Marty yelled in an offended tone. "Who exactly are you trying to impress Mart?" Marcus asked. "You of course~" Marty said in a flirty tone. I cleared my throat to get their attention. "Let's not forget why we're here." I explained.
"You guys can go ahead." Sarah said to Marcus and Marty. I suddenly got nervous for some reason. 'Is this what she meant by talking?' I thought curiously. "Well they're gone now." I said, looking over at Sarah. "Brittney, do you...like me?" Sarah asked in a quiet tone.
I tensed up at that question. "I know it's stupid to assume things, but you always try to keep me close." she said nervously. Should I...tell her? I don't even know if she feels the same. She probably has someone else in mind and is just curious.
Sarah's sad sigh snapped me out of my thoughts. "I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up." she said, looking away away from me. But, I pulled her closer, resulting in our faces being very close. I noticed her face turning a little red. I also noticed her shaking a little.
"Sarah...I do, but...I understand if that makes you feel uncomfortable." I said, giving her a sad smile. I was caught off guard when she pulled me into a hug. "Of course I'm not uncomfortable!" she exclaimed happily. Oh thank God. I might've had a mental breakdown if she said otherwise.
"I think we've kept those two waiting long enough." I said, turning towards the entrance of the mall. "Wait, where's Emma?" Sarah asked in concern. "Oh, she wanted to hang out with...Abigail." I said in irritation. Sarah gave me the face of a hurt puppy. "I'm happy she found someone, but I just wish it would've been someone nicer." she said, looking at the ground.
"Hey, we're supposed to be having fun aren't we?" I asked, nudging her arm. "Yeah, you're right." she said, smiling. "So, are we a thing now?" I asked pulling her closer. "Maybe." she said before giving my cheek a quick peck and running off. "Hey, that's not fair!" I shouted in embarrassment while chasing after her.
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Teen FictionSarah's life has consisted of the same routine for years. Go to school, get bullied, go home, cry herself to sleep, repeat. And her friends have been with her to help her get through life's difficult obstacles for as long as she could remember. But...
