Enchanted

Orange Juice and Bananas

The moment that I close the doors of Libby’s car, the questions starting to shoot out of my friends mouths a mile a minute.

“Oh my god! Who was he?” and “Did he do it?”, and the occasional “Was it good?” My friends went psycho when it came to this shit. Probably because I’ve never had much luck with guys. Mainly because I’ve always been so shy that I haven’t tried to get with anyone... and the fact that I’m really picky with the guys that I like could also be a potential issue.

“Well, to be honest, I have no idea who he is. Libby, when you left to get a drink, Kerensa and I were dancing and he came behind me and just started to dance with me” I started off my explanation while I see Kerensa’s head turn around from the passenger seat. I could tell that she was so curious, she wanted to make sure that she could hear me; loud and clear. I looked at her more, and she had a smirk on her face, which demanded me to continue.

“He told me his name was Declan, and he was totally cheeky when he was talking to me. He said that he was my birthday present. I mean, come on? Does it get any cheesier than that?” I ask them.

“He was totally into you though! I could tell! The way that he danced with you, my god!” I heard Libby say as she pulls onto the highway.

“Even if he was... he’s not my type”  I lied.

“It doesn’t even matter though. It’s not like I’ll ever see him again. I didn’t give him my number or anything.” I ended the conversation with that.  I knew that would make them angry, but I was finished with the situation. Sure, Delan was cute.. and had great style... and great brown hair... and beautiful blue eyes... ENOUGH Dessirrea. He’s gone, and he’ll never be back.

***

Around 15 minutes later, we finally arrived at my house. Everyone got out of the car to walk me to my door.

“Goodnight, birthday girl” both of them said in unison. I gave them both a huge hug, and pulled away.

“Thank’s guys... for everything.” I smiled, and turned around to walk into my house. When I opened the door, I noticed all the lights were off. Score. I loved coming home to everyone being asleep. I knew that I’d be able to do whatever I wanted without having to worry about anyone else. I waltz into the kitchen and grab myself a banana and a tall glass of orange juice. I sat down at our kitchen island, and slowly ate my midnight snack. Normally on nights like this, my mind would be racing about the things that had happened the day before, but tonight was different. I wanted to sorta forget about what happened. I want to forget about Declan, the man that was filling every thought in my head. I knew that he was just some guy in the club, but why was he so important?  I knew the only way I could move on was by filling my mind with another certain someone.

I finished my glass of juice and ate the majority of my banana. I never seemed to finish them... I am still yet to figure out why. I placed my cup in the sink, and threw the peell and remaining fruit in the trash. I made sure to turn off all the lights before I went upstairs. My parents were crazy when it came to the electricity bill.

This may sound weird, but I love my room. My parents always let me pick out my own furniture for my room, and let me do what I wanted in it (to an extent; I wasn’t allowed to write on anything or make a mess of things... as long as it looked neat than I was fine). With that, I created a teal color scheme in my room. I painted my walls last February, with a nice aquamarine color. I found a top blanket at a yard sale that was the same color, with a brown velvet trim on the bottom. I was able to find a nice curtain set that was brown like the trim on my blanket, with a teal flower design on it. Brown wasn’t my favorite color, but it complimented the aquamarine/teal-ish color very nicely.

I don’t have much furniture in my room, I like to leave a good amount of walking space. I have a clothes burow that holds my TV, DVD player, and XBOX on top of it. Beside it, on its neighboring wall was my large bookcase that was slammed full with my selection of books, magazines, and oddly enough, my perfume collection. I don’t wear makeup, but the one thing I treat like makeup are my scents. Rather than spending a load of money on makeup a year, I spend it on a couple of nice bottles of perfume. My most expensive is the Bleu de Chanel, that cost me a good $120 a year to supply me with 2 6 oz bottles.  Other than that, I have different scents from Victoria Secrets, or Bath and Body works. They’re cheap, but they do the job. Other than those two pieces, there isn’t really anything left of my room other than my four guitars. I have 3 of my acoustics hanging on my wall, and my one Epiphone Les Paul on a stand near my bed.

My nighttime routines was very simple; change into pajamas (a simple tank top and shorts), brush my teeth, brush my hair, turn on my fan and hop into bed with a book or magazine. Tonight was no different, I followed my normal steps, grabbed a magazine off of my bookcase, and snuggled into my bed. Of course, I grabbed my favorite People’s Collectors Edition magazine, that specialized on One Direction. Even though I can confidently say that I’ve read this more than 15 times, it never seems to get old for me. I begin to flip through the first pages, and make my way to the Harry Styles section. The article doesn’t concern me as much as the lovely pictures do. The first page is a collage of  baby pictures like when he was wearing his mother’s bra. The next page has pictures from X-factor, and the old “Up All Night” tour. Then you have the miscellaneous pictures like when the boys took a swim in Sydney. I’m not going to lie, I hate paparazzi, but I adore them for taking these wonderful pictures of the boys on the boat. I find myself constantly staring at the one picture of Harry when he is in his multi-colored shorts, his body dripping of water, hands in his hair and he’s got the greatest smile on his face... it will always be my favorite... but enough is enough. I looked at the clock, and it read 3:00 AM, so I knew it was time to head to bed. I drop my magazine on the floor, make sure my fan is on high, turn my lights off, and head to bed.  I hoped that since I ended my night with Harry, maybe he’d appear in my dreams.