faking it ◉ c.d

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◉cameron

i throw on a navy sweatshirt along with khaki pants.

just as i put on my white converse, the bathroom door opens.

leah walks out in a white nike sweatshirt with lightwash jeans.

"where did your clothes come from?"

"i planned my outfit out last night, in case i had a crisis." she shrugs putting on white converse.

"i think im just gonna bum it today. like you." she points at my outfit.

"im not bumming it." i frown, going in the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

"ohh. looks like it." she laughs, sitting at her vanity, putting on makeup.

"if you're bumming it, shouldn't you not wear makeup?"

"yeah but i wanna look awake so I'm just putting on concealer, minimal highlighting, and lengthening mascara."

i finish in the bathroom and grab my phone, walking over to leah.

"dude, what about your hair?" she laughs.

"dude what about yours?"

"i actually brushed my hair, you didnt." she gets up, ruffling my hair with her hands.

i watch her bite her lip as she concentrates on perfecting my hair.

"there. now you look boyfriend-worthy." she smiles, grabbing her phone.

i race downstairs to the kitchen and grab a go-gurt.

leah grabs her bag while staring at me in disgust, "are you really eating a go-gurt?"

i mock her as she rolls her eyes, "its already 6:40 so hurry the fuck up please."

i quickly grab my bag and keys with the go-gurt hanging from my mouth.

i follow leah to the door, "first day as a fake couple, please be decent." she sighs.