"Can I kiss you?"
I fight to keep my breathing steady as I reply. "No."
"And why not?" He clenches his jaw, moving back.
Grinning lightly, I move forward. "Because I want to."
Then I crash my lips onto his.
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They were like shards of glass. Sharp...
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"FUCK."
"fuck."
"ALLISON."
I pushed myself up with one arm on the bed, squinting through my eyes, trying to see through the layers of whipped cream stacked on my eyelids and face.
what the hell?
Sighing, I unconsciously brought my hand to my face, before just realizing that it was just making the situation worse.
Cringing as I tried to wipe off all soft, probably expired goopy stuff off my face, rolling my eyes and clenching my jaw from wanting to murder my twenty year old friend with the mental stability of a three year old.
"fuck."
If I wasn't blind, I'm pretty sure the clock on my bedside table read five minutes to nine, giving me roughly thirty minutes to prepare, get out of the apartment, and somehow get to a destination that was ten minutes away by train.
"ALLISON I'M GOING TO BE FUCKING LATE FOR THE FUCKING INTERVIEW"
silence.
"HEY AT LEAST I WOKE YOU UP THOUGH."
Forget restraining myself, I was going to march through Allison with a knife.
The door creaking open, my best friend poked her head in, the messy bun on top of her head flopping to one side as she smiled sheepishly.
"uh, don't kill me, I love you, I made you breakfast? and here are your clothes"
She threw the bundle of clothing at me and I caught it just before it hit my face, making sure to send her an impassive glare.
Begrudgingly, I flip open the covers, grab the clothes and stumble into the bathroom. Groaning at my reflection, I open the shower and yell at the bathroom door.
"HIT THE FIRE ALARM IF I DON'T COME OUT OF THE SHOWER IN FIVE MINUTES"
"GOT YOUR BACK BITCH"
don't actually hit it though.
Sighing in content as the hot water cascaded down my back, I scrubbed myself down, hoping that I didn't take more than five minutes because Allison tends to take my sarcasm too seriously.
I didn't even register what I was wearing, putting on my clothes in record time. I winced as I finally looked at my appearance in the mirror.
My wet stringy hair met the middle of my back, brown eyes rimmed red from not getting enough sleep. In conclusion, I looked like a goddamn ripoff Halloween ghost that just got drenched in sour milk.
that was weirdly intricate.
Lips beginning to part at the mirror as my eyes wandered down over my attire, I covered my mouth in horror as I took in what I'm seeing.
