BeLIEve

::Chapter 1::

     A weird ringing sound refused to let me sleep. I lazily opened my eyes and took in the sight of my super messy room. Ugh, I need to clean up soon. But, in the end, it'll all mess up, so there's no point. I located the source of noise to be my phone. I picked it up and turned off the alarm. I lazily unlocked my phone and I scrolled through the notifications. Oh look, an event, when did I ever plan events? I was usually a 'go with the flow' kind of person. I checked it anyway, it stated, 'ANIME COSPLAY CONVENTION @ BAY FAIR MALL 3:15'. In the notes it said, Meet with Jason Minami!!! My eyes whipped over to look at the time on my phone at the top right corner. Oh shit! It's 2:45, I gotta run!

     I ripped off my blanket and quickly used the bathroom. I stepped out of the bathroom extremely refreshed and quickly started rushing over my piles of clothes to get to my closet. When I finally got through my dangerous trek through my neverending piles of clothes, I scanned the shelves of my closet to find my cosplay outfit. It was a short sleeved, orange, knee high dress with a red collar and two buttons lined up in four rows. It also had a brown belt loosely belted onto it that I would tighten when I put it on me. I paired it with brown shoes and off white socks with an off white headband to match. I would be cosplaying as Ayumi Yoshida from Detective Conan Movie 6: The Phantom of Baker Street. She was bright, peppy and cute. The exact opposite of me but, whatever. She was your typical seven year old girl.

     I quickly put on the clothes and ran out. I stopped halfway and remembered the wig and headband. I ran back to the closet and picked up my wig. Her hairstyle was very Conan Edogawa like. Just minus the little murder antenna* and add shoulder length hair. In one episode, they even switched places to find the culprit. They are too cute together!

     I put my hair up, wrapped the hair net over it, and slipped the wig on. I adjusted the headband on the wig and put a bit of mascara and eyeliner in order to make my eyes look bigger, at least, I think it would. I don't know any shit about makeup! I'd rather be out playing soccer and getting dirtied than staying at home and prettying myself up. I'm such a tomboy that at one point I recall my teacher actually told me that I was ment to be a boy. Whatever, anything works.

      I grabbed my car and home keys at the last moment before running out the front door. I indulged the California sun that was shining on my face, so nice and warm. I snapped out of my trance and clicked open the car with the remote. The soft, grey seat was very nice and sun warmed. I started my red Corvette and screeched my way out of the driveway. A reason why my neighbors totally hate me, but it's just too fun!

      Halfway there, I realized that it was too quiet for my liking, I turned on the radio and Fall for You by Secondhand Serenade blasted from the stereo at full volume. I instinctively lowered the volume before I could go deaf. I found myself in the mall's parking lot, and skid into a parking space that's nearest to the mall's entrance. A rude looking teenager glared at me and actually pulled the middle finger out at me. Maybe I should've scolded her or something but I was too busy laughing. And anyways, I would've done the same thing if someone almost crashed into me.

     I pulled myself together and walked into the mall. I asked the security guard where the convention was and he boredly pointed out where it was. Acting as Ayumi, I cutely screamed out a thank you. I slowly walked in the direction that the security guard pointed out, enjoying the scenery of the mannequins modeling clothes, cakes and sweets lined up in amazing ways, and a Jamba Juice store. I made a mental note to get buy some smoothies with Jason.

      A mannequin modelling a blue and red striped shirt caught my attention. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop myself from buying one that was Jason's size. I opened the bag that held the shirt and pulled the shirt out. It would probably look very good on him. I tried to imagine him wearing the shirt, but the only image that popped into my head was the little boy that told me those wise words wearing that shirt. I really wish I can see him again, he kinda grew to be my first love, if it's not weird to admit so. I know that it's kinda weird that when I tried to think about Jason wearing the shirt, I imagined the boy instead. I returned the shirt back into the bag and started walking towards the convention again.