Pierce The Veil blared as I cleaned my small and slightly cluttered room. CD's, novels, mangas, and notebooks (most of them containing only about three or four pages of writing each) sprawl themselves over my floor, desk, and even my nightstand like pollen in the middle of May.
"Wow. I really need to get another bookshelf," I sigh then chuckle to myself as I stare at my two black, three-foot tall, wooden shelves already filled to max capacity with books. Books which occasionally spill out due to the fact that the shelves are so full. I stack the books, CD's, and journals of crappy half-written chapters for stories I've never really liked or got bored of and bad poems or song lyrics and neatly shoved them under my bed.
After tidying my room just enough to see my floor again, I flopped down on my bed decorated with purple and black pillows, a green and black skull-printed comforter, and a few stuffed wolves. I grab my Doctor Who and band sticker-covered laptop from my nightstand and open up the beautiful world of Tumblr. Scrolling through, I see posts about my favorite youtubers, bands, and animes. One particular post, however, caught my eye immediately. A post about how when people believe and keep an open mind, they can do amazing things. Supernatural things. Things like seeing the future, seeing and sometimes communicating with the dead, seeing people's auras, and even changing their physical appearance whenever they want. I'll admit, I have experienced dreaming of the future many times, what most call deja vu when it then happens to them in reality. I shake off my blank stare and click the reblog button.
Soon, I reach the posts I've already read and favorited. I have absolutely nothing to do now, I think to myself and roll my eyes at the lack of social life I have. The normal thought process of the one and only Aria Warren. Nothing to do on a Saturday afternoon but listen to screamo and scroll aimlessly through social media sites. I closed my laptop, put it back on my nightstand, turned my music down, and lied down to take a nap. Not long after my eyes became heavy, my phone alerted me that I had received a text. I groaned as I rolled over to look at it.
Hey! Wanna go to the mall? I gotta get new clothes. We'll get froyo after. My treat.
It was a text from my best friend Dakota. She's been like the sister I've never had for about five years. We met in sixth grade on a Science field trip to the Pacific Science Museum.
I sat in the very front seat of the bus because that's the only place no one would bully me. Dakota walked onto the bus, stopping to scan for an open seat. The only one was next to me. She was sort of short and wore a black hoodie with skinny jeans and her hair up in a ponytail, her bangs hanging over her face. I glanced at her once or twice, but otherwise kept my head down as to not draw attention. She walked over after a few seconds and asked, "Do you mind if I..." she trailed off and kind of nodded toward the seat. I moved over my backpack quietly and let her sit down. "Thanks," she said and then added, "My name's Dakota. What's yours?" I responded with just, "Aria." "Ooh, that's a really pretty name," she said back enthusiastically. She began talking to me about her favorite books, movies, and bands. I talked to her more and more as the field trip day went on. Since that day, we were inseparable. We ate lunch together every day and switched the food we didn't want in our lunches when the other did. We went to each other's houses almost every day and on the weekends we spent at least one night. We went so much that her house became my house, too, and vice versa. We still do all of that. Now, when we're not together in person, we're either texting, Facebooking, Snapchatting, or Skyping.
I pick my phone up and reply, typing quickly as I think of what to say. My relationship with Dakota has gotten to the point where I don't even have to ask my parents to hang out with her anymore.
Sure. Just give me like, 45 minutes to get ready. I'm still in my pj's.
Three in the afternoon and I'm still in my pajamas. I haven't even brushed my teeth yet today. I grab my towel and head to the bathroom. I tie back my chest-length chestnut hair and step in. Once in the perfectly heated shower, I wash my body, then shave my legs. As I do so, I sing loudly to the song in my head. "It's just a game that we play and forever takes lookin' for a better way to play it!" That song, I swear, is always stuck up there in my noggin.
The outside air of my bathroom is quite a bit colder than the shower. The sudden difference in temperature hitting my skin causes it to tingle and bring up goosebumps. I make my way to my room across the hall and close the door behind me. I had already picked out an outfit and set it on my bed before my shower. I put on my under-stuff and then slipped on a Welcome to the Black Parade tee and black skinny jeans. After I'm finished with my clothes, I do all of my hair and face stuff. I tease the underlayers of my hair and straighten the top layers, then put on my foundation, powder, and sparkly black eyeliner. I brush my teeth-pretty vigorously, I might add-and lace up my Converse. "Oh, shit! Gel and hairspray!" I run back down the hallway from the living room to the bathroom and quickly tousle my hair with gel and spray it with my 'super hold' hairspray (which is more of an average hold).
Just as I get to my living room again, Dakota texts me.
In your driveway!
I pull my phone out and quickly reply:
On my way out now! ^w^
I was barely able to lock the door before I felt a tap on my left shoulder. I jumped slightly from the sudden and random touch. I turned around to see Dakota just six inches from my face smiling like she won the lottery.
"Dude! You scared the crap out of me!" I say and punch her in the arm playfully.
"Well, you took too long, so I thought I would make you speed up a bit," she cheerfully replied and skipped down the driveway back to her forest green '95 Honda. God, she's so lucky she has her license. Any time I wanna go somewhere I either have to hitch a ride from her or ride the city bus. My parents don't wanna have to pay for classes, nor do they want to pay for a car. Even if they don't pay for all of it.
I get in her car and immediately plug my phone into the jack so we can listen to music. RIght away, Fall Out Boy had began blaring through the speakers. I swear I've been on a Fall Out Boy kick for like, eight years, I thought as "Centuries" reached its chorus and we backed out of the driveway. We sang along loudly and badly (on purpose) for a while before any real conversations had been had.
"So, do you want to go get the frozen yogurt first, or walk the mall first?" Dakota asked me after "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs" ended.
"Hmm... I think we should get the yogurt first so we can stuff our faces as we walk the crap ton of calories off," I replied. I don't actually care about calories, I just care about not becoming morbidly obese. Being a bit chunky is okay to me, and that's what I am right now, so...
"Great idea! You're a genius!" She exclaimed as she drove.
Dakota was an amazing driver as far as following all the rules and regulations went, but when it came to others not, she was absolutely nuts. She yelled and cursed at people (and it was funny as hell). And even though she used her blinker, she turned corners with such ferocity that you would think you'd fall out of the window.
~*~
We pull into the parking lot at the mall and look for a spot to steal passively from another mall-goer. "Dude, there's like no spaces. Sadly a usual for a Saturday afternoon," I sigh out as I scan the sea of cars for a place to park and finally get inside.
After what I swear was thirty minutes of looking, we find a spot far as hell from the mall. Luckily it's a nice day. Cloudy and raining. It's perfect weather, especially for October.
