She sat staring at the blank ceiling. Her phone let out a small buzz and she brought her fingers to grip the plastic case, only to see a notification from Instagram.
zakee_st8 just posted a new picture
She clicked in and it led her to a picture of her online friend Zake and his two dogs Marlee and Mikey.
Marlee was a Yorkshire Terrier and Mikey was a Australian Shepherd both sticking out their tongues and wagging their tails.
As if on cue, Ginger, her Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, waddled into my room her ears flopping each step she took.
"Hi, Ginger bear." She said planting a soft kiss on her nose.
Desire hopped out of bed and made her way to her laptop where lay from the previous night Joey Birlem's Instagram page. Sure it was almost a stalker motion for her to be on an Instagram from her previous neighbor and fellow student, but it was okay, right?
She clicked the log out and made her way downstairs.
"Good morning, Des!" He mother happily greeted pushing a plate of fresh waffles in her direction.
"Who came by at like 8 this morning?" Desire questioned remembering the doorbell ringing then passing out again.
"Oh, just the Birlem woman from down the street," my mom said, "you know the one whose son is "famous."" She made air quotes with her hands.
desire
"What did she want?" I said stuffing my face with more waffles, and taking a sip of orange juice.
"She invited you to a party next weekend." My mom shrugged as I choked on my breakfast.
"P-parties are not my things." I said wiping my mouth and putting my things in the sink.
"Oh come on," she gave me a look of sympathy, "this will give you time to reach out with kids your age, Desire!"
"I'll think about." I rolled my eyes and went back to my room.
I locked the door and ran to the closet trying to find something decent to wear. When I finally found something decent it ended up being a white crop top with black ripped jeans. I sighed as I flopped on my bed.
"What am I going to do?" I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths.
Kaya would know what to do, I thought and logged onto Instagram on my laptop.
•••
Kaya I got invited to a party what do I do?
Whose? When? Where?
Don't freak but Joey Birlem...
JOEY BIRLEM?!?! HOLY DHDBXB
IKR
Wear something cute but casual but not TOO casual so you look like you don't care.
Kk thnx:)
•••
I stuck with the outfit and folded into a neat stack before dressing for the day. I settled on a black, long sleeve Nirvana shirt and some light blue jeans. I brushed my hair into two French braids and slipped on my checkered Vans.
I made my way downstairs to see Joey's mom sitting on the living room couch with my mom, drinking coffee. Casual.
"There she is," my mom said, "honey, come meet Joey's mother." My mom forced a smile as she was pleading not to be rude.
"Hi," I said with a smile, "I was just heading out side." I stuck my phone in my pocket.
"Well, see ya later." I waved before making in outside.
I heard the thump of my basketball on the concrete driveway. Only to see a blonde haired boy along with a brown haired one. Joey and Charles.
They were playing rap music while shooting in my basketball hoop. I sat watching until Charles's eyes flicked over to me.
"Yo, is this your hoop." He pointed as Joey made a shot.
"Umm... yeah." I said. As Charles nudged Joey and he paused the music.
"Who is the chick?" He terribly whispered, making my cheeks grow a cherry red.
"I don't know but this is her hoop." Charles shrugged.
"What's your name?" Joey asked.
"Desire!" I blurted out, "Desire." I repeated in a much quieter tone.
"I'm Joey and that's my boy Charles," He smiled, passing the ball to me, "wanna play?"
I nodded cornering it from where I was leaning against the car, as it went straight into the net.
"Ohhh!! Girl has got mad skills!" Charles laughed. As we all went back and forth with the ball.
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Sorry for the shortness but oh whalee🙃 I think I might have an updating schedule.
Preference book: Monday and Wednesday
#alone: Tuesday and Thursday
Other books: soon to come🤫
Anyways, hope ya enjoyed!!
xoxo,
ari:)
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Fanfictiondesire woods was an outcast of her school or #alone. she was laughed at, talked about, and was used. but when she makes a fake Instagram that gains tons of followers she gets notice by someone with #loved, will her life change forever?
