tornado; h.g.

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"holy fuck I look like a glowing angel I'm getting this" I was currently in Sephora with my friend.

"is that becca highlighter??!"

"yes Bitch yes it is" I pulled her over to put some on her face.

"now we both look hot" jean said.

"I looked hot before this but yeah you look better." I said.

"kill yourself" Jean said with a straight face.

"you first."

"same time" she kept her straight face.

"kk." we never laughed because we're weird as Shit but I'm 100% sure the old woman next to us heard the whole conversation and is scared for her life.

"you know that old woman heard us right?" I said.

"yeah she'll have a story to tell her grankids now about why you shouldn't do drugs." Jean said.

"yeah! we totally did a good deed today." I laughed as hard as possible because I'd been keeping it all in.

Jean joined in and I ended it with a snort. me and Jean we're used to my snorts but a girl a couple years older than us chuckled when she heard it.

I rolled my eyes and walked out of Sephora with Jean.

"let's get food." Jean said .

"I agree"

on the way to the food court I passed by a mirror and looked at my self. I chuckled.

"I just realized I dead ass look like a soccer mom."

"your the hottest soccer mom I've ever seen" Jean said.

"you disgust me." I said with a smirk.

" love you" Jean said.

"love you more"

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"which place do you want to eat?" I asked her.

"uhmm that Japanese or Chinese place whatever it is."

"dido."

Jean started laughing. I looked at her with my eyebrows furrowed together.

"what?"

"who says dido?" she said still laughing.

"who laughs this hard at something that's not even funny¿"

"a person with a sense of humor, you wouldn't know." she said giggling.

"your so right you brilliant Bitch" I said laughing.

while me and Jean we're laughing I saw someone staring in the corner of my eye. I have no self control so of course I looked over to see who. it was a boy that looked about 17.

he was unusually attractive. he had brown fluffy hair, big beautiful blue eyes, a skater like style, and he was very tall.

I stopped laughing and stared back.

Jean noticed & turned to look at what i was looking at.

"who's the hotty?" she said.

" I dunno.." I said kinda there kinda not.

for some reason I was lost in his eyes and everything around me felt not real.

"well stop staring cause that's weird, and let's go get food. food is better than boys."

she wasn't wrong.

"Ight" I responded.

we walked to the Japan place and ordered our food.

"I was bored waiting in line so I looked around and that hot stalker kid is lookin at you still" she said.

I turned to where her eyes were looking and found out she was right.

" I wonder why" I said and shrugged & turned back around.

we were sitting down eating.

"we should get fake tans. think about it both of us reflect the sun so fake tans are our only hope to not be translucent." I said.

"I agree 100% when are we doing it ." she asked.

" well first we have to rob a bank cause I'm broke" I said.

" true well we can get all that done tomorrow" she said.

"yeah I don't have plans." I smirked.

"well you might if that kid keeps staring at you."

I looked around for him and caught him looking at me again.

I got up and without warning to Jean started walking towards him.

he looked at me the whole way there.

I casually pulled out a seat across him, plopped down, and leaned over the table.

"hey"I said quietly.

"hey" he said

his voice was deep and honestly hot asf

"why do you keep staring at me."

"because your like me." he said.

"what?" I was beyond confused.

"your a tornado like me." he said.

"I real deal don't know what your talking about." I said and sat back.

he leaned over the table this time.

"let me break it down sugar. your a put together little cutie pie who is perfect on the outside but on the inside your a mess of feelings and broken hearts that is all gonna mix together and become a tornado. and your gonna hit and your gonna cause a disaster. & I know because I was one too. and unlike the guys you look for that only look for what those tits and hands can do I can see something in you that is hiding behind your nonchalant attitude." he finished and sat back.

I leaned back over the table and whispered "let's be friends"

he leaned back over the table too making our faces centimeters apart.

"let's me more than friends" he whispered back.