Sky

I just came out of the shower and dried myself off before I put on my pajamas. Lately I have to triple check that my window blinds are closed as well as the curtain, otherwise I'd be so embarrassed.

I moisturized and cleaned my ears already, so now I'm just left with my hair.

I brush my hair and put a tiny drop of hair oil on my hand, rubbing it all over my long hair. I brush my hair again and take the thin scarf I had prepared and tie my hair around it in a specific way, so that when I wake up tomorrow, I'd have beautiful curls.

I have a curling iron, but I don't know how to use it...and it takes too long.

With this scarf hack, I just sleep and wake up looking beautiful, which let's be honest, that's a daily thing for me.

Confidence. Boom.

My old insecure self could never.

I stare at myself in my vanity mirror, laughing at how insane yet cool my hair looks at the moment. I take a picture and send it on the group chat I made with Nat, Laura, Anna, and Peter.

Yeah, I have a lot of group chats, but they're necessary, you know?

Okay seriously whoever is reading my mind, get out, this is weird. I'm asking myself rhetorical questions.

Ooh I should make some garlic bread-

Wait, no, it's 12 AM. And I'm way too sleepy to even look at some memes.

I check my bed for bugs then turn on my fan and roll into a deep, weird dream.

And I'll probably tell the girls all about it tomorrow when Peter isn't around.

I ain't that close to him yet.

I wake up naturally and stay in bed for like three minutes just staring at the ceiling and processing life.

Just as I pick up my phone, the alarm rings, making me drop my phone straight onto my nose; which I honestly can't believe is still in one piece. 

I've hit my nose into things a lot. I ain't even a nosy person so what gives?!

I groan while laughing, rubbing my somehow not broken nose and sit up on my bed. I feel an extra weight in my hair and freak out for a second before I remember that I had put a cloth in there to curl it.

I only do this for special occasions, but since I'm Peter's supposed girlfriend, I figured I could look better at school. 

The girls need some competition to scare them off. If I don't intimidate them at least a little, it would only make my life hell.

So I guess I'm gonna look good this year.

My brother is so gonna tease me.

I get up and do my usual morning routine that I do out of muscle memory because I assure you that my mind is still asleep and I have no idea what's going on.

I walk downstairs, my glasses still no where to be seen, say goodbye to my brother as he leaves for work, then sit next to my parents for breakfast. I get myself some toast and spread some butter on it, then add the only kind of jam I like -sourcherry jam- to it then eat it, as one does to food.

I'm looking at you, YouTubers. Stop with the stupid challenges already, jeez.

"Curling your hair, I see." My mom said once she saw me. "What's the occasion?"

"Oh, I just got bored last night so I did it..." I say nervously and shrug.

"What time did you go to sleep exactly?" My dad asked and I smiled sheepishly.

"Not as late as usual!" I defend with a smile. "I actually slept at around 12!"

"And you complain about being tired every morning." My mom shakes her head.

"I already proved that no matter how many hours of sleep I get, I'll still be sleepy in the morning."

"You are unbelievable." My mom chuckled.

"I know, I'm awesome." I flip my tied hair, making me wince in pain. 

No hair flips when my hair is tied...too much weight to throw. I gotta keep that in mind.

We laugh and continue our breakfast before I go back up to my room, then remember I have yet to brush my teeth, so I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and then go back to my room to change.

I look through my closet and find an outfit I haven't worn in a while, and for some reason it gives me beach vibes. 

It's a blue and white striped tank top with a white see through crop top that has 'different' written in blue glitter and butterflies around it, to go on top of it. I pair it with my light jeans, which have gone through the wash and now it's a bit crunchy as I wear it.

I hate wearing jeans after they're washed. So uncomfortable.

I wear my outfit then stand in front of my vanity as I untie my hair, letting it fall into beautiful curls over my shoulder.

I see my lip balm -that I literally never use unless my lips are bleeding- and decide to put some on, give my lips more of a shine. 

I hesitantly grab it and apply it to my upper lip and just rub it onto my lower one. As soon as I put it, I feel the gross substance covering it, making me instantly grab a tissue and wipe my lips.

Never doing this again. Nope. Not worth it. God I hate these things...even when my lips are bleeding I can't keep it on for long; my highscore is 9 seconds.

I take my blue floral cross knot hairband and put it on in a way so that I still have curls in the front as well as the back.

I choose to go with my blue crystal earrings, and I keep my solid gold ladybug necklace on. I don't change this necklace at all. Nothing much about it, I just really like it.

I look in the mirror and see that I look pretty cute.  

I take out my phone and take some pictures because me looking this good is very rare and I wanna use the pictures to pretty much annoy the haters.

I then text Peter that I'm about to step out, so we walk to school together like we do every day. 

I go down and wear my light grey converse, and say goodbye to my parents as I go outside and walk the few steps to Peter's house, waiting for him to step out.

We would take Kat with us, but she usually wakes up later than Peter, so his parents or Meg drop her off at school later. We just bring her home with us. Kat and Leena have become best friends, and somehow I'm their third best friend.

Peter comes out, closing the door behind him, and stops in his track the second his eyes fall on me. I blush and smile shyly, my mind instantly thinking that I may not look as good as I think.

He walks over to me slowly, his eyes still wide and his pink lips slightly parted as he looks at me with some kind of emotion that I have never seen before.

Dunno what it is...You'd think I'd know because I write moments like these a lot, but reality is different and I am as clueless as a blind mole in space. 

"Hey" I smile shyly.

"Hi..." He breathes out, still in his dream like state. "You...You look...Woah!"

I let out a quiet giggle, getting my confidence back, but the blush still remaining on my cheeks. 

"It's all for you, babe." I wink playfully at him and start walking with him by my side.

"Aww, babe," He winks back, intertwining our hands, sending a shiver down my spine. "you don't have to do anything, you always look gorgeous."

I blush profusely at his comment, but I can't make that take control of me or then it'd be awkward.

"I can say the same about you too." I poke his firm stomach with my free hand, making him chuckle and blush too.

Peter was wearing a white shirt covered with a denim jacket, with black pants and white sneakers. It was super casual, but it looked super good on him.

"You know, I have the same jacket!" I exclaimed. "I even got it from the guys' section 'cause I couldn't find one with my size in the girls' section." I laughed and he joined in.

"We could match one day." He smiled at me, making my heart skip a beat.

I didn't even know I had a heart.

"Or I could always give you my jacket, because that's what boyfriends do."

"If I get cold, sure." I smirk. "I think I'll be the one giving you my jacket. I rarely get cold."

He laughs at my statement and then we both laugh harder, imagining him in my clothes instead of the other way around. 

"But I have to warn you, I have no idea what couples do." I admit with a chuckle. "I haven't even been on my first date yet."

"No way!" He gasped in disbelief. "But you're flipping amazing!"

"Thanks," I blush. "but you're the only one who thinks that."

"Well, as your fake boyfriend, I have to ask you." He started off, stopping us and holding both my hands in his and staring into my eyes. "Sky Woods, will you do me the honor and go out with me?"

"Hmm...Nah." I laugh at his face. "Kidding, of course I will. You don't have to though."

"I can't have you as my girlfriend and not take you out!" He argued and I rolled my eyes playfully, laughing.

"Okay fine. When?"

"This Friday?" 

"I'm in." I smiled.

It's been 76 days since I have seen the outside. I am going insane.

I am insanity.

Insanity is me.

Potato.