My Guilty Pleasure

Chapter 3~Mail, Mall Trips, & Manly Douchebags~

~A/N: Ugh. Don't you just hate when you accidentally hit the publish button? Hehe(; #Guilty

•How Dani & Katelyn currently look up above• :)
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For a first effort this feels kinda last ditch

I guess this just got kinda drastic

Trust us, you just fell off the bus, suckers

Yeah well, payback is a motherfucker

(Desperate Measures -Marianas Trench)
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Chapter 3~Mail, Mall Trips, & Manly Douchebags~

It's been a month now and I couldn't help the nauseating feeling in my stomach that's been bothering me for the past few days. Just knowing that I'm moving next week sucks balls and I am definitely not looking forward to it. But uh...this could be good for my mom and I...right?

I was stood in front of my house, running my hands through my tangled hair and repeatedly tapped my foot against the gray pavement in impatience. Ugh, when is it arriving?

I cross my arms, exhaling in slight irritation whilst glancing left and right a couple times. Literally I've been standing out here in my front yard for the past ten minutes, no doubt  looking like I need help.

Not to mention that I'm still in my pajamas...I know, I could've changed into something decent, but who has time for that when your body's bubbling with anxiousness and excitement?

Exactly.

I mean, it's nothing embarrassing really if you consist of a basic Hello Kitty tee a couple sizes too small, cotton pink sweatpants, and Bugs bunny slippers...

Yeah, I lied.

Avoid straying further past your front lawn, people.

Enough said.

It's also eighty almost ninety friggin degrees out here in the beginning of summer which just makes my situation all the more better.

Alas I spot it rounding the corner, rumbling over rough gravel. Finally. I exhaled with relief when it stopped in front of me, the fuel scent burning my nostrils as I tried my best to shield it. Man, I really can't stand the strong scent of tank gas. Might as well just make my nose bleed, why don't you?

Mrs. Johnson the mail carrier approached, hopping out of her truck with her azure shaded sack. She gave me a friendly smile as I walked up to her.

"Hey, Mrs. J." I greeted, my smile remaining intact. I've basically known her for as long as I've lived in this neighborhood which is practically my whole life, so we're close enough to maintain a nickname basis.

"Good morning to you, Ms. Dani. How are you...today?" She trailed off slowly, eyeing my attire with question and amusement. I sheepishly smiled, running a hand through my waves.