Hello okay,
Quick note, I started this a while ago and by a while ago I mean a few years ago. 2014 to be exact.
So I'm saying sorry now in advance...
So maybe you could check out some of my other stories as well, the ones that are slightly better typed up and stuff...
-Ever21
I set the heavy box down and wipe the sweat that's formed on my forehead. Damn, that's a heavy box. What the hell is in it anyway? Bricks?
Knowing me, I wouldn't be surprised if there were bricks in it.
I pull out a stool and sit down on with a huff.
I look around the plain white walls of my new house. I finally moved out! Hell yeah bitches!
I'm Paisley Grace Smith, I just turned 18 last month and I've been looking for a place to live for a long time. You have no idea how much I wanted out of that house. Don't get me wrong, I love my family to death but my mom can be a pain in the ass at times, so like everyday. She always gets me in trouble while my 'oh so perfect' sister and brother never get in trouble.
I have bright teal blue hair and bright forest green eyes that have specks of gold in them if you look real close.
My sisters name is Samantha and she's 15 and my brother, Tray is 19.
Sam has blonde long hair and blue eyes Tray has dark brown hair and deep green eyes.
I'm not like normal people you know. I hear and see things other people don't.
Well I use to be able to. Not anymore. Well I hope not. I haven't seen any of them sense I was 7 and freaked out on one. My parents were there for me, even though I never told them and I don't plan on it either.
I pick up a box and set it down on the coffee table in front of me. I open it up and I take out a picture frame with my whole family in it. I place it beside me on the side table. All of my furniture was already brought here thank god. I just have to put it where I want.
I then take out more stuff and then I go on to the next box.
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After a long time of unpacking boxes, I take a break and fall back onto the comfy couch. After a moment I sit up, grab another box and bring it up stairs to my room.
Is it sad that I haven't seen it yet? Well I haven't.
I take a deep breath and open the door that leads me to my room.
My mouth drops open when I see what's before me. Holy shit.
I put my box down as I take in the room. It's fucking huge! The bed is massive and all my stuffed animals and pillows and my amazing One Direction blanket. Hey I like them, don't judge. Plus I've had it for a very long time.
There's a huge window and it has a balcony! It's big enough for a table and a few chairs. Awesome.
I walk back inside and I smooth out my blanket as it's now crumpled from the box sitting on it. Or from me touching it.
I bounce down the stairs and grab the boxes that go in my room and bring them up.
I unpack all my clothes and my pictures and I hang up my posters.
There's some One Direction, All Time Low, Cher Lloyd, Nickleback, Hedley, Simple Plan, Down With Webster, Blink 182, and some others. See? I like different verities of music.
After there all hung up and everything's put away. I sigh and sit back on my computer chair, admiring my work.
I grab out my phone and see I have a new text from my brothers friend, Lucas. Or Luke. He hates it when I call him anything other than Luke. I still do it anyway.
Yeah I'm kinda friends with Tray's friends. Well, mostly just Luke.
Why the FUCK didn't you tell me you where moving out?!- Lucass
I roll my eyes at the idiot. Better answer him before he pops a blood vessel or something.
I did tell you, you were just to busy drooling over Andrea.-me
I type back sighing as I put my phone on my desk and walk back down stairs and into the kitchen.
Andrea is a blonde girl and our schools Head Cheerleader, and she's also very dippy but nice for a populare. I have nothing against her so there's no point to hate her.
I walk over to the freezer and grab out a tub of cotton candy ice cream and my giant spoon I eat it with.
I walk back into the living room and put in Frozen. I turn the lights off and I wrap myself in the couch blanket and I place a pillow on my lap and then I place my ice cream on it and I press play.
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"Oh fucking hell! No you dumb ass! Don't go over there! You're gonna get killed idiot!" I shout at the tv as the stupid, but very hot guy walks over to the slightly closed door where his girlfriend was just dragged into by some evil creature.
My ice cream is gone by now and sitting on the coffee table in front of me while I watch the movie. Don't ask what it's called because I honestly don't know and don't care. All I care about is the stupid hot guy on the screen who I think is gonna die.
I groan as I hear someone bang on the door. Maybe if I ignore it, they'll go away.
"Open the god damn door Paisley!" Nope. He's not going anywhere anytime soon.
I growl some not so nice words under my breath as I throw the warm blanket off me and stomp over to the door.
I fling it open and in front of me stands a worried looking Luke, but when he sees I'm not hurt in anyway, the worry that was once on his face is now turned to anger. Here we go again.
"Why the hell aren't you answering my texts or calls?! I thought something bad happened to you for fucks sake!" He shouts at me as he walks into the living room.
I roll my eyes at him and shut the door, following him into the living room.
I sit down and I get ready for the blonde to talk.
"I'm fine Luke. No need to freak out on me. My phone was just up stairs." I tell him sighing as he runs his hand through his hair.
"I seriously thought something had happened to you." He whispers sitting down beside me on the couch as he puts his head in his hands.
"Awe is big bad Lukey going all soft?" I say in a baby voice and I poke his cheek and he hits my hand away but he gives a small smile anyway.
I poke it again and he hits it again. "Will you stop poking me?"
"Nope. I like poking you." I tell him as I do it again.
"Why my cheek though?" He asks swatting my hands away again.
"You have dimples. I love dimples." I tell him telling the honest truth. I have a weird thing for dimples.
"You're so weird." He chuckles and leans back on the couch.
"This is weird." I blurt out. He gives me a confused look.
"What's weird?" He asks.
"Well, don't you think my brother would be the one freaking out and not his best friend?" I say and Luke scrunches up his face, thinking.
He shrugs his shoulders then answers. "Yeah, I guess it is a little weird. And I'm your best friend to loser."
"He's only there to 'protect' me from boys." I tell him and Luke bursts into a fit of giggles. I raise an eyebrow at him. "And I know you're my friend to. Trust me, you remind me almost every day." I laugh.
"What? It's funny because it's true. He only cares if there's a guy involved." Luke says still lightly laughing. I smile at him and I poke his nose.
"My nose now? Really?" He asks and I bark out a laugh falling on my side so my heads on Luke's lap.
"Yes really." I tell him and he chuckles and flips through the movies on Netflix.
He stops on She's All That. (Awesome movie, I recommend)
We watch it as Luke plays with my hair and I can feel my eyes droop.
"Go to sleep babe." Luke says and he pecks the top of my head and I close my eyes with a smile on my face.