My Favorite Season

Workout

The next morning I woke up starving. It was as if we hadn't even gone to iHop. I got out of the bed and washed my face. After I washed my face and went downstairs and made myself some peaches and cream oatmeal and washed it down with some orange juice. Once I was finished eating I brushed my teeth and got in the shower. The hot water felt so good against my skin. For five minutes I stood there letting the water run down my body as I still felt some of my high from last night. I began washing making sure I got rid of any dirt that could be anywhere on my body. I got out and dried off nice and thoroughly. I got lotioned up nice and quick and put on my all black Nike tracksuit. I finished my outfit off with my white pair of Nike Vapormax. I put in my airpods, walked out my front door and began my morning jog. Summer was coming up and I was determined to keep my figure. I ran and ran. My goal is to run for at least 2 hours a day and I had run for four. Ever since I was in middle school and joined the track team I had loved running so much it became a coping skill. When I would do something like get a bad grade on my spelling tests I would go to the park afterschool and jog for hours. What was I upset about now? Why did I feel the need to run extra today? I walked over to a nearby bench crowded by a bunch of birds who viciously flew away once I sat down, and checked my phone while catching my breath. I had a message from Warren. "Hey can you send me any pics we took last night?" I had totally forgotten about those. I went to camera roll looking each one before I sent them to him. We looked so good together. We always had big smiles together, our skin glowed and our pictures just radiate positive vibes. We would be beautiful together. I sent him the pictures and decided to post my favorite one on my story. It was a cute selfie with him holding the camera with his tongue out me and me throwing up the peace sign. I post the picture and start my jog back home.
When I got in the house my body felt tight which was normal for me after a workout. I went in the kitchen, washed my hands and then made myself the coldest cup of ice water you can imagine. I gulped the entire cup down so fast that once I was done I let out one of the loudest burps of my life. I sat down at my kitchen table checking my phone. Warren's picture got so many reactions. "You guys are so cute together" "GOALS" I say mocking the replies. Truth is, even though the replies were positive, I still was hurt, but of course I wouldn't admit that to myself, but deep down I knew that I knew. We did look good together, beautiful even. We both had nice big smiles showing our straight white teeth, skin so smooth you'd think we bathe in face masks, and we generally looked happy together. You could look at our pictures and tell that we always enjoyed each other's company. When we're together there's never a dull moment, nothing but memories. The kind that you go home later that night and lay in bed and rethink about until you fall asleep. Crazy thing is, he isn't even my type. Normally I fall for guys who are full of themselves, liars, and toxic. The kind who can never see wrong in their actions and the kind of guys who give up on me. Warren is different, he's a sweetheart. He's down to earth, he's kind to others, a family man and he's about his business. He has a well paying job, an extremely above average student and overall just a great guy.