Lovestruck (EDITING)

12: Last Night

My phone buzzes loudly against my nightstand and I open my eyes slowly, looking around. The morning light shines through my window, lighting up my carpet and causing me to squint. I must have forgotten to draw the curtains closed last night.

Last night.

I surpress the thoughts for until I make it to the shower. Showers have always been my allocated time to think things over.

I roll out of bed and pick up my phone as I walk to the dresser on the opposite side of the room, swiping my finger across the screen to shut off the alarm. It's 8:00am. I pull my favorite maroon coloured t-shirt from brandy melville from my drawer along with my favorite denim shorts and walk into the bathroom.

As the hot water from the shower hits my back, memories from last night begin to flood my mind. It all feels like a dream to me now. What are the odds of bumping into an old childhood friend, no, kissing an old childhood friend at a random party in the middle of nowhere? Slim. Especially in Chicago, and especially since I never go to parties. I mean, the fact that his bottle happened to land on me... it's just all so unlikely. I swear to never play spin the bottle again as I wash the soap from my body.

I smile slightly at the images of Jayden coming out onto the roof. Just the fact that he knew where to find me made my heart flutter slightly. The kiss. It was a good kiss. I mean, I've kissed boys before, but none really compared to what it felt like kissing Jayden. It kind of just felt right. It felt normal. Safe. I've known him my whole life. That's a good thing, right?

Stepping out of the shower, I take a look at myself in the fogged up mirror as I wrap a towel around my wet body and begin to brush my teeth. I slept most of the day yesterday, leaving me looking and feeling well rested. The dark circles that are usually under my eyes are no longer visible and my cheeks have a slightly rosy tint to them. My hair is also still reasonably straight from when Shana worked on it.

Shana.

I make a mental note to call her later as I change into my chosen outfit for the day and walk back into my bedroom.

It's only 8:16am when I check my phone so I take the time to roughly go over my hair with my straightener and apply eyeliner and mascara. After applying chapstick and pushing my feet into my converse, I grab my bag and wander downstairs to grab something to eat.

"Skye," my mom smiles at me from her seat at the breakfast table where she's picking at a bowl of granola and yoghurt.

She looks tired. I wonder how much sleep she got last night. I wonder if she slept at all.

My mother is a beautiful woman, but it's sometimes hard to see that through her darkened under eyes and faded blonde hair, which I'm always trying to talk her into dyeing.

She used to be so different. She used to wake up every morning, make creamy coffee and dance around the kitchen. She used to smile at the old man behind the counter at the grocery store and tell me stories about when she was a kid. She used to be sunshine before her light was forced out of her. Now it's as if she's broken. Tired. Empty.

It's been this way since last spring. The spring my father decided to leave us, for good.

"Morning mom," I reply, dropping my bag to the floor beside me, before grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and taking a bite.

"Are you ready?" She asks, checking her watch, before standing to place her half eaten bowl of breakfast by the sink.

"Yeah," I reply, finishing my apple and following her out the door.

When we make it out the door, I realise that Shana's prius has disappeared. I guess that she came and got it last night without me noticing. I feel slightly confused as to why she wouldn't let me know she came by, but try not to overthink as I climb into my mom's BMW and fasten my seat belt.

The short car ride, as usual, is spent in silence, but I don't mind. I use the time to finally allow the thoughts of Landon to creep back into my mind.

I think of the way he smiled at me on the bus, trying to hold in his laughter, and the embarrassment I felt that slightly overpowered my greatfulness for the interaction. I think of the way the corner of his mouth curled up as he watched me blabber about nothing, trying to keep from embarrassing myself further but clearly failing. Did he replay it in his head a hundred times after he turned around just like I did? Of course not. I shake the thoughts from my mind and lean my head on the window as we make our way to the school for another painfully slow day of rehearsals.

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Hey guys! This is a pretty short chapter, sorry, but I'm thinking of doing a double update today and thought that would be a good place to end it. Hopefully the next chapter is a lot longer and more eventful, I just felt that we needed one of Skye's thoughts after the crazy events of the last chapter, am I right? Anyway, thanks for reading! Please vote and comment, it makes me happy :)

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