Basic Bitch

Taylor Swift

"I don't know about you! But I'm feelin' twenty-two! Everything will be-'

    "Stop already!" yelled Renee, my younger sister, leaning forward from the backseat, her voice piercing through the Taylor Swift song that I'd been singing along to. "God, I freaking hate that autotuned crap." I rolled my eyes, but leaned over and ways to turn down the volume a little. She gave an exasperated sigh and fell back onto the most likely fake leather seat of my SUV, where she was sitting with her friends, Wren and Eliza. "Could we listen to something else? Please."

    "No."

    "Why not?! We've been listening to your music the whole time!"

    "You've been riding in my car the whole time, and you've also been wasting my time, making me drive through all this stupid traffic to take you to some stupid cafe, to watch some stupid hipster band, and listen to their stupid emo music." Some douchebag next to me honked his horn as Renee, who should be used to my constant criticisms after thirteen years of living with me, shouted at me. I yanked up the hem of my pale pink top and flipped the guy off, the following hoots of him and his friends ringing in my ear. Renee, of course, didn't notice how frustrated I already was and continued to go off on me.

    "I can't believe how basic you are sometimes. Just because a song isn't produced by some shiny corporate band label doesn't mean it isn't good!"

    "And just because a song is produced by some big band label doesn't make it shit either!" We're quite a pair, my little sister and I. She and her friends were all  ripped up, black clothes covered in patches. And don't forget the crazy thick eyeliner, a bunch of pins that probably came from Hot Topic, and middle fingers lifted up at a world that somehow managed to worship them, yet simultaneously not give much of a shit about them either. But maybe we were actually pretty similar in that last aspect. Because no matter how hard I looked, I could never seem to find those basic bitches like me who seem to be taking over the world with their whiny, obnoxious ways. Everywhere I went, it seems like everyone just wanted to burn me and my expensive ass Uggs at the stake.

Honestly, I just wanted to get this over with and find this artisanal and totally organic and super genuine (how the hell can coffee be genuine anyway? are the beans under oath?) coffee shop, throw my sister and friends out my car, and haul my ass to the nearest Starbucks. Renee still hadn't given up on trying to educate me about my mass mentality mindset. Her friends were completely silent on the other hand. I imagined Eliza probably felt awkward at the idea of screaming at someone she hardly knew. In Wren's case, the girl who was surprisingly Renee's best friend, had lowkey never, I swear not once, said a single word against me in the four years I'd known her. Just the opposite in fact, it seemed like she was constantly out for my approval, asking me about what kind of eyeliner I used, whether I thought she looked cute in her new jeans, etcetera.

"Hey, look! That's it right?" I said, cutting into Renee's seemingly never ending lecture, as I pulled up next to a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop with a rather shockingly large group of people gathered around it. Finally having forgotten  about her mission to free me of my basic, mainstream ways, Renee turned toward the window and grimaced.

    "Yeah, that's it. Damnit, it's already crazy full. We came early too..."

    "Alex got here awhile ago, he probably saved seats for the rest of us." Wren said, attempting to be helpful as usual.

    "I hope so..." Eliza muttered.

    "I don't care. Get out of my car, I can't stop in the middle of the road." I said impatiently, breaking up the sullen vibe in the air. "You'll be fine." The trio finally slipped out, Wren continuing to reassure her friends the whole time. "Call me when it's over!" I called out at Renee, before rolling up the window and pulling out of the tightly packed street. It was finally time for a much deserved S'mores frappuccino.