It's the after-noon, and my hangover has finally cleared. I start thinking about last night. I smile at the thought, everthing that happened last night, was awkward, but, made me happy. I'm excited me and Justin are together now. I turn on the T.V. and flip through channels, and see whats on. Demiah walks in the room. "Hey! Whats up?" She asks, sitting next to me. "Not much," I smile, still thinking about Justin. Then, my phone goes off saying 'oooh haha, text message' in the voice of a minion from Dispicable Me. I take my phone out of my pocket, and see who texted me, it was Justin!
J - sup Babe?
I smile at the text. "Oooh, who texted you?" Demiah asks. "Justin," I say. "What'd he say?" She asks, being her nosy self. I show her the text. She gets a little grumpy, "Don't tell me your a thing now," she says, a little angry. "Yup," I smile. "Ugh" She groans, then walks off back upstairs. I look back at my phone, and text him back.
A - nutin much, u?
J - same. wanna come over? the place is all clean up now.
A - K, b over soon.
J - K :)
I go to my closet, put on some torn up mini shorts, black and white all star converse, and a gray shirt, with lace on the back half of the elbow length sleeves, and on half my back. Sense it's a hot day, today is a perfect day to wear this shirt, with half by back hanging out. I pull my hair into a side braid, and put on my black beanie that say 'Dope' in white lettering. I put on mascara, and baby lips, and I shove my phone in my pocket, and head downstairs. "Where ya goin'?" Demiah asks. "None of your bee's wax," I say. "Ok, so your going to Justin's then. I'll be over to check on you in a few hours, making sure your not having sex," she rolls her eyes. "Demiah, I'm 18, I can do what I want, so leave me alone," I say. "Ugh, fine," she says, and goes back to watching her show. I laugh, and leave. I get into the car, and drive to Justin's. I get to his house, and go striaght inside, not bothering to knock. "I'm here!" I shout. "I know!" I jump, he was right behind me. "God, you scared me!" I chuckle. "I know. I was trying to scare you," he grins. We both laugh, and go sit on his couch. "So, hows my baby been?" he asks. "Good, well, now that the hangovers gone," I say. "Yah, same here," he replies. We talk for hour, after hour, after hour! We end up falling asleep together.