(alberts pov)i wake up to the same sound i hear every morning, the blaring sound of my stupid,grey, alarm clock. i roll to my side covering my ear with my pillow. "five more years, please." i mutter quietly to my alarm clock who can here nothing.
finally, after ten whole minutes my mom comes in to tell me to get my ass up and get ready.
i sit up rubbing the eye goop out of my eyes. i rub my fluffy pastel pink blanket muttering "i could lay here all fucking day, but no. i mean i guess i can see him now..."
i walk over to my small closet looking through what i want to wear today.
after, what i would say, fifteen minutes i decide on an oversized band tee, with a few rips, and some black ripped skinny jeans and pink doc martens.
i walk over to my mirror and grab my makeup bag from the bathroom.
i put on some expensive foundation, mascara, blush, and a small amount of highlighter. i hope he likes it.
i look at myself in my full body mirror, i scan over my whole outfit while fluffing up my luscious,brown, curled locks. i nod at myself indicating my outfit looks good. i walk down stairs to my breakfast bar.
my mom hands me a piece of toast and some butter.
"sorry hun, we have run short on other breakfast items. i nod understanding.
"when you go shopping can we grab poptarts?" i ask with puppy eyes.
"sure thing!" mama replies (yo, author here. check out my roblox account: mamaflimfliam . :P)
i smile waving to my mother as i walk out the door and head off to school.
(jakes (sad) pov)
i wake up to the yelling of my mother and like my 10th step dad. i frown and begin to get teary eyed.
i sigh rolling off my very messy bed onto the floor."oof," i say when i hit the floor, not very far down from my bed.
"is your ass up jacob?" my mother calls from down the stairs.
"yes, and don't call me jacob, i go by jake!" i shout back at her.
"i'll call you whatever the fuck i want!" she replies.
i sigh getting up.
i go over to my dirty clothes and pick up a band hoodie and black basket ball shorts. i take a sniff of both. they smell half decent, so what can i complain.
i walk over to my bathroom and spray on some deodorant. i look over the razor on the counter a frown.
you have albert now, dont.i sigh throwing the, now dry, bloody razor away in my trash can.
i go downstairs to my wobbly table.
"anything for breakfast today?" i ask weakly
"no you fucking faggot, not until you're straight as a dry spaghetti noodle." she hisses at me.
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princess || jalbert ??
Fanfica fanfic in which albert is a small, feminine , boy who goes to highschool. Jake is the tough jock boy at highschool, jake"hates" the guts of albert. but somehow he falls for the boy who wears white skirts and fluffy sweaters, through an online pe...