Sorry Not Sorry Daddy | TERRIBLE SPELLING MISTAKES

Story Of My Life

I wake up hearing the shower running and go into the bathroom.

"Morning." I say as I start brushing my teeth

"Morning." He answers from the shower

I rinse out my water and gargle mouth wash before stripping my clothes and enter in the shower with Jay.

"Cold." He tells me

"I don't mind." I say before starting to scrub myself.

I scrub myself and rinse a few times before getting out of the shower with Jay following behind me.

"Today is the concert!" I squeal happily

"I'm going to bring you on stage okay?" He asks and nod, "You will a mic already but I will bring you out." He says

I pick out an outfit.

I ditch the jean jacket and tie a plaid red and black shirt of Jay's around my waist. I give myself a messy side parting ignoring the cringe.

I whine and Jay looks at me, "It will tsk me forever to make my hair straight again." I say

"Your hair is naturally wavy." he tells me

"Well why cant my hair be naturally straight?" I complain

"Girls kill to have natural wavy hair." He tells me

"Then tell them to switch with me." I say grabbing the lip gloss Hannah gave me

I put some on my lips and get a text from Lily.

'Good luck'

'Thx' I text back

We go downstairs and Camila already put my fruit into a container so we can go.

We get into the car and drive to the venue. We get out and see Colby, John, Casey and Ginger already sitting there.

John hugs us, "Hey." He says

"You guys ready?" Colby directs the question more at me

I nod my head.

"You look like a vampire." Casey says, "nice and pail. Never seen sunlight in their life." She says making Ginger laugh

I roll my eyes at her, "There she goes. The color finally returning to her face." Ginger says

"Did you finally tell her?" John asks as Camil swing an arm over my shoulders.

"No, I had to figure it out myself." I cross my arms

"She got an old scrapbook and couldn't even remember what I look like." Camil corrects

"Exactly, I figured it out myself." I say making everyone laugh while Camil scowls at me

"How much older is he?" Colby asks

"6 years." I answer, "He's all old and crap." I say poking my brother's face. He swats my hand away and a I smile at him.