Cloudy With a Chance of One Direction
Apples On a Tree
I looked over at the empty side of the bedroom. She's gone again, The only person who would talk too me ever since I moved here. Actually, we're room mates so it was a kind of a forceful thing. I shoved a strand of hair out of my face as I headed out the door and shouted out that girls name.
"Kailey, you here still?" No answer, I sighed. She blew me off fifth time this week. I'm starting too think she's been sleeping with some men. Well, that's what I think when I find her being carried home bridal style every morning. God, the nerve of that woman.
I skipped toward that tiny little room with the fridge, counters, sink and everything else you find inside of a kitchen. On the Island counter right in front of my favorite stool was a note. It was red and had a bright cherry lipbalm smudge on the bottom. Which from our code of notes meant she was with a man that was on her, "I want to have a baby with this kid" which was every man she was able too kiss.
I shook my head at the note just as I picked it up. I turned my stereo on and started too sing too the music as I readied up some food for myself. Though I'd leave a extra pancake for Kailey if she gets home and there's no food. Or else that woman would steal a good twenty from my piggy bank and spend it on Maccas. Which won't be very good on my money.
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A good hour or two later my pancakes popped and a knock rang at the front door. Scowling a little. I went toward the door, my hair was in a braid laying across my back, as it is every time I wake up. Kailey does it while I'm asleep. Yawning and covering my mouth with the back of my hand. When I opened the door I saw a brown, curly haired boy who had Kailey laying in his hands unconscious. I studied him and then Kailey before letting the brunette boy carrying my red-headed friend inside.
"So, your Mailey?" He asked in a terrible American accent.
"And, your american!" I said sarcastically.
He chuckled and laid Kailey, on the couch, he turned around and shook my hand. I smiled at him, such a funny boy.
"My name is Delilah." I said softly as I pushed him out the front door so I could eat my breakfast and get ready for the day. Which wouldn't be hard since I had already scarfed down half of the food on my plate. Leaving a pancake and half of my Orange juice for poor little Kailey who was now going for guys younger than her.
"Kailey, you here still?" No answer, I sighed. She blew me off fifth time this week. I'm starting too think she's been sleeping with some men. Well, that's what I think when I find her being carried home bridal style every morning. God, the nerve of that woman.
I skipped toward that tiny little room with the fridge, counters, sink and everything else you find inside of a kitchen. On the Island counter right in front of my favorite stool was a note. It was red and had a bright cherry lipbalm smudge on the bottom. Which from our code of notes meant she was with a man that was on her, "I want to have a baby with this kid" which was every man she was able too kiss.
I shook my head at the note just as I picked it up. I turned my stereo on and started too sing too the music as I readied up some food for myself. Though I'd leave a extra pancake for Kailey if she gets home and there's no food. Or else that woman would steal a good twenty from my piggy bank and spend it on Maccas. Which won't be very good on my money.
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A good hour or two later my pancakes popped and a knock rang at the front door. Scowling a little. I went toward the door, my hair was in a braid laying across my back, as it is every time I wake up. Kailey does it while I'm asleep. Yawning and covering my mouth with the back of my hand. When I opened the door I saw a brown, curly haired boy who had Kailey laying in his hands unconscious. I studied him and then Kailey before letting the brunette boy carrying my red-headed friend inside.
"So, your Mailey?" He asked in a terrible American accent.
"And, your american!" I said sarcastically.
He chuckled and laid Kailey, on the couch, he turned around and shook my hand. I smiled at him, such a funny boy.
"My name is Delilah." I said softly as I pushed him out the front door so I could eat my breakfast and get ready for the day. Which wouldn't be hard since I had already scarfed down half of the food on my plate. Leaving a pancake and half of my Orange juice for poor little Kailey who was now going for guys younger than her.
8/25/13