My back felt connected with something hard, almost like I was laying on the cold ground. There were a chorus of lively birds singing around me as I kept my eyes tight shut. I could only assume that we fell asleep in the park. But if we both slept here, then why couldn't I feel her next to me?
Opening my eyes, I squinted immediately from the morning light peering through me. The grass rustled quietly beside me as I uneasily lifted myself up into an awkward sitting position. I was slightly disorientated from waking up but somehow I could smell the faintest aroma of tobacco behind me.
Suddenly I heard a light cough, and I instantly turned around to where it was coming from. Harley was sat on the swings, but not moving on them. She weakly held a cigarette in her hand, which she must have taken out of my pocket. She was dressed tiredly in her uniform which looked extremely uncomfortable on her unwashed body. Her hair was in knots, so she put it up in a ponytail.
"What are you doing?" I crossly asked.
She only shrugged and went to take another drag, but I snatched it from her. Holding it in the air and away from her, I raised my eyebrows. "What are you doing?" I repeated.
"I'm stressed, alright?" She bit at me.
"Why are you stressed?" I stupidly inquire, as if I didn't already know.
She gave me the worst look possible. "We're homeless."
I stood to my feet and finished the rest of the cigarette Harley had taken from me. I threw it to the floor once done, and harshly stepped on it. "Well, what do you want me to do?"
"I don't want you to do anything, I never asked you to." She argued back.
"Of course you want me to do something! You wouldn't be mad otherwise. What do you want, Harley? You want me to build us a house using these fucking tree branches?" I snapped regrettably, and kicked away what had fallen from the tree above us.
"I can't be bothered to deal with you," She yawned in exhaustion and swiftly stood to her feet. "School starts in half an hour. You need yo get ready."
"I'm not going to school." I scoffed.
"We have five exams in less than a month." She crossed her arms as stared excruciatingly.
"My exams are the last thing on my fucking mind right now."
"So, you're just not going to try? You're gonna let yourself fail?-"
"Yes!" I yelled and slumped myself back into the ground. "That's exactly what I'm gonna do!"
She sat back down onto the swing, also. Her eyes gazed at me in disgust, but her small smile smelt like sarcasm. "Okay, then. Because I really want to be with someone like that. I really want someone who doesn't give a shit about anything because life gets a little too hard for them. If you're going to do nothing with your life, then just tell me right now."
I angrily bit my lip so hard it almost bled. "I'm not going to do anything with my life."
"Bye." She simply spoke, and stood to her feet once again. I gawked at her in uncertainty as he began gathering her belongings, wondering what the hell she was up to.
"What?!" I yell.
She ironically let herself lowly chuckle at my well deserved answered question. "You've never had a girlfriend who calls you out on your bullshit, have you?"
"I've never had a girlfriend..." I began. "And I never knew I spoke bullshit."
"You bullshit yourself every day." She rolled her eyes.
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Harley Thomas; an anxiously wrecked Christian who thrives on judging those who sin. Harry Styles; an emotionally wrecked Atheist who thrives on sinning.