i took this after brushed my teeth

if we’re being truthful: your brown hairs are everywhere.
i have a collection of your eyelashes underneath
my bed and your dandruff coats my bookshelves
like takeout boxes. it took me months
to wash my sheets after you slept in them.
i only did when i threw up all over my comforter
and burned a cigarette hole in my mattress.

i guess i have this issue called “can’t let go of shit.”
i deleted all of your text messages but still
look at the screenshots in my photo album.
my therapist told me i have got to stop
checking up on your social media accounts.
she talked about this thing called “independence”
and said i have this thing called a “dependent
personality” and it made me want to
brush my teeth out with your tongue.

i tried. i tried really hard not to care that
your sister got a new apartment and
your mom planted new buds in your rose garden
and your girlfriend is as pretty as ever.
i cut all ties, stopped driving by her house at night,
went weeks without remembering your face,
but every hangover ends in relapse.

i stopped going to my therapist because
she would tell me it’s not healthy for you to
seep into my veins like this, pounding imprints
in my mind like bare feet slapping against concrete.
i have to let your memory die, but i don’t know
how to rid you except to write you out of me.

so i yell into my pillows and i run up on mountains
and i scream that i loved and i lost on rooftops.
and “i love you” says a whole hell of a lot more
about me than it will ever say about you, so i won’t
worry about what your scarred ego will think.
and i will use these wounds to carve
love letters in my skin. it takes great strength
to face your problems head on every single day.
so i guess if this is unhealthy, well, so be it.

—  the sixth diary entry i kept locked up in the floorboards
Let the neighbors know my name

Imagine having rough doggy style sex with Juice

trigger warning: Smut on this one. It was requested with visual but i couldn't find any classy gifs. Sorry! 

Originally posted by f4nt4sygurl69

Originally posted by ihateeverythinginmyself

“Goodnight, baby.” You said kissing Juice’s cheek when he was standing in front of the mirror brushing his teeth. It was another quiet night in your household, and after a nice dinner together you were ready to drift off to sleep. Juice had other planes, though. 

Armed in only black boxers, Juice walked over to you watching as you took off your earrings and necklace, rubbing lotion all over your body as a nightly routine. He smiled when your eyes met on the mirror, coming closer to you. He stared down at you, only wearing your short purple and black night gown, he let out a shaky breath as he wrapped one strong tattooed arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, smelling the sweet perfume lingered on your neck. You flashed him a warm smile and placed your earrings on the little gold box on your makeup table. 

“I missed you today.” He whispered, caressing your stomach as his other hand caressed your long silky legs. You shifted your head, letting him full access to your neck, Juice starting to place soft kisses on it.

“I missed you too…” You whispered, leaning back on him, feeling his hard bulge on the low of your back. You gasped, jumping a little and staying still. “Juice…”

“That aint my name is it?” He giggled a little and kissed down to your shoulder. “Say it, baby girl. Please…”

“Juan…” you said, lifting your hands and wrapping them around his neck, staring at your sinful reflection. He locked eyes with you on the mirror again and lifted the front of your night gown, finding it pleasing you wore no panties to bed. “Baby…” you whispered. He smirked, sucking skin patches in your skin, leaving love bites all around your neck. “Juan!” you gasped, spreading your legs as he rubbed your clit using his thumb. 

“God, i want you so much.” Juice whispered in your ear, turning you around and attacking your lips, his rough hands intertwined in your hair, biting your lips. He let go off you and ripped your night gown open,making you moan at the unusual behavior. 

“God…” You whispered, finding yourself being thrown at the bed, your old man already on top of you. “What’s gotten into you tonight?” Juice was not a bad lover, not a chance. But he was sweet and slow and tonight you felt the most delicious pain in between your thighs. Juice laughed a little, spreading your legs and arching his back, staring into your eyes. 

“Look at you..” he said, lustfully. “You’re already so wet…so, so wet.” He pointed caressing the low of your stomach and going under, his thumb attacking your clit and rubbing painfully slow circles on it. You arched your back, caressing your own breasts and smiling up at the feeling. Juiced dropped down his boxers and kicked them away. “Stand up, baby, would you?” he asked, in a husky low voice. You nodded and knelled on the bed, in front of him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him fiercely, your hand reaching in between both of you, pumping his cock up and down, loving how hard it was, making you proud. He groaned, and pushed you on the bed, making you gasp as he turned you around, making you lay on your stomach. You smirked, biting your lip, loving the new Juice. 

He grabbed a piece of your ass, massaging it and grabbing it hard, making you whimper and wiggle under his touch. He slapped your ass hard, his red print on you, as you arched your back, he grabbed your hips and pulling your hair, lifted you up, your back against his chest. 

“It’s simple.” He said. “Don’t hold back on me, (Y/N).” He whispered, pumping himself. You nodded, out of yourself, feeling pure energy in your pussy, aching as you needed him now. 

“Please, Juice.”

“Beg.” He asked pumping himself faster, breathing heavy. “Beg for it.”

“Please, Juan.” You begged, leaning yourself against his hard shaft, desesperate for some action, for his touch. You knew he was already leaking, you could feel it. “Please…” You bit your lip, crying out on pleasure as he pinned you on the bed, in all fours and he got closer to you. 

“Please what?” he asked, pulling your hair harder, snapping your head back, earning your moan. 

“Please fuck me.” You said in a low moan. “Please fuck me, baby, i’m begging you. I want it.” He teased your entrance, biting his own lip. “Please Juan, please fuck me.” You wiggled your ass against his leaking cock, desesperate for some release, some friction; Anything. 

You felt him enter you from behind and a whole new wave of emotion washed over your whole body. “Fuck!” You groaned feeling so full and complete, as Juice grabbed your hips hard, making sure he leaved his finger prints tomorrow morning. The bed started rocking, his hips knocking on you, skin slapping sound filling the room. Your moans poured out of your mouth as he groaned.

“God, baby, you’re so fucking tight.” He has a bit of trouble getting inside of you ll the time, due to his and your proportions. He went harder, and harder, making you grab the bed sheets and bite your lip, dragging blood. Your eyes went to the back of your head as Juice hitted your G spot with every hip thrust he gave. You could feel yourself so close already. 

“Juan!” you yelled, hurting your throat, making him go faster out of excitement. 

“Juan…” you whispered, out of breath. He wrapped one sing hand around your collarbones, bringing you closer to him, still taking you from behind. “Juan, I-I’m…”

“Let go…” he whispered in your ear, biting your neck as you came all over him, making both of you moan out loud. Blushed, you let your head hang low, the Puerto rican kid still going at it. “God, baby, yes.”

“Fuck, fuck babygirl. Y-Yeah…” You bit your own lip and rolled your eyes out of pleasure. “(Y/N), baby, you feel so fucking good around my cock.”

“Juicy…” You breathed out and started pushing yourself back, meeting his trusts. “I’m fucking yours, Juicy, come for me, baby, please…”

 That was it for him, after two more erratic hip knocks, he came inside of you, a mix of your juices running down your leg.  Trying to catch his breath he got out of you slowly, making sure he didnt hurted you. You both stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before you got up.

“Where you going?” He asked, lifting himself on his elbows.

“I was gonna find a shirt and some shorts.” You explained. He shook his head.

“I’m not done with you yet.” 





'but i brush my teeth all the damn time! Crest anticavity protection has failed me!' 


'toothpaste erodes your enamel. It’s too strong.' 


'An experiment was done, where they took some teeth, out of people’s heads of course, and had a toothbrush machine put 7 years of wear on them via brushing in a fairly short time. Perfectly fine teeth, no difference between soft and hard bristle.’


'But once they added toothpaste - the Enamal started wearing away, and the teeth showed obvious signs of erosion.’



'I’d much rather people brush their teeth 2-3 minutes, with just water, instead of a huge glop of toothpaste like the commercials show. Then again, a little freshness is nice. If you’re going to use it, a pea-sized bit of toothpaste, or less, is better. Flossing is essential, though!' 



I have a mental health question

So yesterday I was supposed to have a root canal done. I had a really wrong feeling all up too it, like something was gonna go wrong. I get these feelings sometime, and not really related to my ultimate question.
But the numbing agent they used did not quite take effect the same way it did the last several times.
So this time the root canal was not quite as “pleasant” as the previous root canal I had done.
So I was out of it, and when I went home I took a shower and resigned to sleep it off.
Was up a few ours later. Went and got spaghetti (it’s soft), ate and watched Arrow.
After Arrow, I brushed and rinsed my teeth, and started to check the temporary crown.

It was in the wrong place. The tooth that had the hole in it I’d been talking to them about since september was still there.
(Long story short, this was a massive miscommunication. The tooth that needed the root canal, and the one that I’d been talking about bothering me were not the same tooth.)

Here’s the point of my story, and what I’m asking-
I ended up having three anxiety attacks (because they had long since closed and nothing could be done for hours and i was completely alone through this except for my friend Cujo), but as soon as I realized the supposedly wrong tooth was gone, I felt like I was
1) In a parallel/wrong universe
2) Like I needed to reset time (this thought went through my head several times, that I need to go back to before this)
And 3) I was angry that I had not saved.

And if I’m honest, I still don’t quite feel “right.”

My question is this: Is this disassociating? I’ve never experienced anything quite like this before, and I don’t understand it.

ok so i took a puff of my friend’s cigarette the other day and it was so bad, it tasted like straight collard greens and the taste stayed in my mouth even after i’d brushed my teeth like 5 times, cigarettes are fucking cursed, don’t smoke them, kids

Teacher Gilinsky XXXII

I woke up with a headache and an upset stomach. I ran my fingers through my tangled hair and slowly got out of bed, my stomach turning in the most uncomfortable way, causing me to run into our bathroom and empty my stomach into the toilet. After emptying out last night’s dinner, I swished mouthwash and brushed my teeth, before tip-toeing into the living room.

It took me by surprise when I saw not only Jack but his friends as well. I pulled Jack’s shirt farther down my butt and smiled, Jack’s face surprised and almost— lustful.

“I’m gonna go change.” I merely whispered and basically ran back up to our room. I slipped Jack’s tee shirt off of me and thumbed off last night’s underwear, picking the clothes up off the floor and tossing them in the hamper.

“Next time,” A voice startled me, causing me to cover myself. “You should close the door when you change.” Jack’s friend Michael said with a wink. My stomach dropped to my feet and for a moment, I thought I was going to throw up again. I quickly put on my bra and fresh underwear, cropped victoria’s secret leggings and a black tee shirt, my cheeks looking like ripe tomatoes. I took my time getting back downstairs, Michael’s eyes following me with every step I took. Jack patted his legs as an invitation for me to sit on his lap, and I happily took it.

“How’d you sleep?” He said.

“Eh, alright. Could’ve been better.” I said, leaning back. I was so focused on being embarrassed I hadn’t even noticed the girl wrapped under Michael’s arm.

“Baby, this is Madison. Madison, this is Alaska.” Jack introduced us.

“Nice to meet you,” I smiled, her eyebrows rose as she mumbled ‘yeah’; well, alright. We all talked, goofed around, and for the first time, I finally felt like a part of the group.

“So baby,” Jack started, rubbing his hands up and down my clothed thighs. “Madison is a wedding planner, and she said she’d plan the wedding! Isn’t that great?” Jack exclaimed. I froze; if this girl doesn’t even like me, how is she going to plan my wedding?

“That’s awesome!” I fake cheered. I don’t want to make accusations, but I think she has a thing for Jack. My Jack. The way she looks at him when he talks, the way she glares at me when he pays any attention to me whatsoever. After awhile, they all continued on with their day, Madison the last to leave. I made Jack and I tea in the kitchen in the midst of her leaving, her arm lingering on his shoulder, and her body close enough to nearly graze against him with one deep breath. Her tone was hushed, his eyes wide and frightened with a hint of…lust?

“Nice to meet you.” I interrupted their conversation, basically shooing her out our door. OUR. He loves me, bitch.

My stomach started to turn when I sipped my tea, I immediately set it back down on the counter, splashing my hand, as I ran upstairs and to the nearest bathroom. I instantly heaved into the toilet, my throat burning and raw, Jack rushing up to the bathroom and rubbing my back.

“Go away,” I whined and continued to empty my stomach into the porcelain bowl.

“In sickness and in health.” He whispered and held my hair back.

“Are you okay?” He mumbled in my ear. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and nodded slightly, and flushed my remains down the toilet. He picked me up into his arms and carried me to our bathroom, setting me on the counter. He handed me my toothbrush and tooth paste, and while I brushed my teeth, he ran his fingers through my hair, I almost moaned, it felt so good.

“I’m gonna run to the store, okay? I’ll be right back,” He finished off with a smile and a kiss. I washed my light make up off and took an aspirin for my pounding headache. I took off the yoga pants and my bra, screw that. I tip toed back downstairs the exact moment Jack stumbled through the door. He held two smallish bags; one containing my favorite soup and crackers, the other containing a pregnancy test and ginger-ale.

“A pregnancy test?” I asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah.. I just kinda figured.. maybe that’s what’s making you sick or something.” He shrugged. He may have a point. I drank up half the bottle of ginger-ale and waited. and waited. and waited.

“Alright, I’m gonna pee!” I announced, trotting up the stairs with the box in my hand.

After doing my business on the stick, the few minutes felt like a life time. I left it on the bathroom counter, and went downstairs to eat my soup.

“Baby.. Wake up.” Jack gently shook my shoulder with one hand, Noah in his other.

“What time is it?” I whispered.

“4:30.” He deadpanned. “What did the stick say?” He said. My eyes widened as I bolted upstairs.

“I totally forgot!” I said, nearly tripping over my own feet as I entered the bathroom. The test sat on the edge of the counter where I left it. I took a deep breath and looked at it slowly.

Two faint lines shown on the white reveal box.

“Jack!” I called. He peeked his head over the doorway and smiled.

“Yessss?” He smiled playfully.

“What does 2 faint lines mean?” I asked, handing the stick to him.

“I think it means that we should go to the doctors and find out for sure.” He smiled and poked my stomach.

“Should we go now?” I asked, a bit antsy. He nodded and texted his mom, making sure it was okay that Jas could stay another night, and drop Noah off. Of course she was all for it, like she usually is. She’s the best. We hopped into his truck and buckled up, before going straight to his Mom’s house.

We walked right in; Jasmine immediately attacking me in a hug. She sat on my feet and held onto my legs as we talked to his Mom, her warm smile making me feel like a part of the family. After dropping Noah off, we went to our doctors office, thank god they do walk ins.

(guys idk how this actually works so just go w it please)

We checked in with the lady in the front and sat in the waiting room, waiting to be called back by the Doctor.

“Would you stop bouncing your leg, you’re driving me insane.” He whispered in my ear, and I immediately stopped.

“Yeah, sorry.” I whispered back, kissing his cheek.

“I’m so nervous.” I murmured. He caressed my thigh with his thumb, rubbing soothing patterns on my smooth skin. My phone buzzed from my pocket, my shaky hands unlocking it and opening my messages.

Michael C: Thanks for the show earlier. x

My stomach dropped even more.

Me: 🔫

“Who was that?” Jack whispered, lightly scratching the skin on my leg.

“Just Michael.” I said. Before he could ask more questions, the doctor called us back.

I told him everything that had been going on and he agreed that another pregnancy test was a good idea.

After peeing in the cup and waiting not-so-patiently in the room, the doctor came back, looking at his chart.

“You’re definitely pregnant.” He said.

Not the answer I was expecting... :D

So, yesterday, my partner stayed the night with us, which she has done several times in the past. I walked into the bedroom to find them sitting in bed talking and laughing. My wife scooted over a little as I crawled over her to assume my spot in between them. When I was finally settled in my spot, the following conversation took place:

ME:  "As I was brushing my teeth, I wondered if it was awkward for you two to be sitting in bed together - in various states of undress - talking with each other. Then I saw you talking and laughing, and I figured maybe it’s not that awkward after all.“

WIFE: "I don’t know about it being awkward, but it sure was warmer, and there was a hell of a lot more room in here.”



imagine the reader wear retainers and bucky doesn’t know about it

i just relate to this on a level because I wear retainers too and I get prETTY self conscious about it. Hope some of you too! Be proud of your straight (or soon to be straight) teeth! Enjoy and send me more before I close my requests. My finals are coming up soon :( next fic will be up tomorrow! I’m tryin to fit one every day *fingers crossed*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 338 (shortest thing i’ve ever written)

just cuteness. just.

You were walking back and forth in your cramped hotel, getting ready for bed after a particularly demanding mission. Kicking ass inside an abandoned Bulgarian prison for 5 hours straight took a lot of out you.

In the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and scrubbed off the grime and dried blood. You grimaced as pain shoots up your side.

“Shit,” you moan.

Bucky hears you swear and knocks on the bathroom door. “You alright in there?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you answer. Shaking off the pain, you walk out of the bathroom. Not before putting in your retainers.

Bucky is in his pajamas, waiting for you. When he sees that you’re tucked up in bed, he turns off the lamp light.

“Goodnight, babe.”


Bucky props himself on his elbow and clicks the light back on. There’s an amused smile on his face.

“What did you say?”

You sigh dramatically and throw the sheets over your head. “I saihd goofneight.”

“Do you have…retainers?”

You freeze under the blankets. “No?”

Bucky tosses the sheets aside and snuggles up next to you. He tries to see your face, but you refuse, squirming at his touch. Bucky resorts to tickling, which is when you know you’ve lost. No amount of cursing, kicking, or yelling will stop him when he’s determined.

“Please? Just show me!” Bucky whines. You try your best to hide your mouth, using your hand as a barrier. Mumbling a refusal, you flip over on the bed, face down on the mattress. The tickling subsides, and eventually stops. Thinking that he must’ve gotten tired, you peek up. Then out of nowhere, Bucky turns you over and pins you down. His hands are securely holding your wrists, and the tip of his nose is almost touching yours. He smiles proudly at his victory. But your lips are still sealed, though you are trying to hide a smile yourself.

“You know, normally I love this position. But in a different context–not because I want to see my girlfriend’s retainers.”

Sick // Nate Maloley

Hey guys!! So this one is just sort of short and sweet so I might post another one tonight if I’m not too tired after writing this one, just wanted to thank you yet again for all the positive feedback and stuff, you guys make me really really happy I love you❤️❤️❤️ hope you enjoy this imagine💜

I stood up as I quickly ran to the bathroom again, throwing up in the toilet. I heard the front door open and footsteps come up the stairs.
“Y/N,” he said, I didn’t answer as I continued to throw up. Nate came behind me and pulled my hair back as he quietly rubbed my back. Once I finished I took a few deep breaths. I quickly brushed my teeth and sighed as I leaned into his chest.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I just have a stomach bug of some sort, it really hurts,” I pouted.
“You poor thing,” he pouted, I nodded.
“Come, go lie in bed,” he said as he placed his hand on my lower back and guided me to our bedroom, I fell onto the bed and curled up as I groaned. Nate left the room for a few minutes and I sat in bed waiting for him. He returned with some tea and pills.
“Thank you,” I smiled as I swallowed the pills and slowly sipped my tea, not drinking too much in case it was all just going to come back up in a few minutes. Nate crawled in next to me and place his arms around me as he pulled me closer.
“Nate no,” I whined.
“What?” he asked.
“I don’t wanna give it to you,” I said.
“I don’t care,” he said.
“I do,” I pouted.
“Come on baby, just let me take care of you,” he said as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“Fine,” I sighed as I leaned into him and shut my eyes for a few seconds. I opened the, again and saw Nate looking down at me.
“Were you staring?” I smirked.
“Maybe for a little, only because you’re beautiful,” he smiled. I blushed as I turned my face into his chest.
“You’re just saying that,” I laughed.
“I’m not,” he chuckled.
“I haven’t showered, put makeup on, brushed my hair or anything I feel like crap therefore I must look it,” I said.
“Doesn’t matter, you’re still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he said.
“Aw you charmer,” I smiled.
“Your charmer,” he winked, I leaned up and quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek, still not wanting to get him sick, even though it was probably inevitable at this point in time.
“Wanna watch a movie?” he asked.
“Yeah sure,” I smiled. He opened Netflix and scrolled through as we tried to find something to watch.
“What are you feeling?” he asked.
“What about…mean girls?” I asked.
“Again?” he chuckled.
“Fine you pick,” I pouted.
“No, you’re not feeling well, we watch what you want,” he smiled.
“But I don’t wanna make you suffer,” I said.
“I’m not suffering, I kinda like mean girls,” he winked. I giggled as I curled up in a ball, clutching my stomach. He started the movie and glanced down at me.
“You okay baby?” he asked, I shook my head.
“It hurts really bad,” I pouted.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Not your fault,” I laughed.
“I know, I just wish there was something I could do,” he said.
“It’s okay, I’ll live,” I smiled weakly. I felt his warm hands on my stomach as he traced patterns along it, calming me down a little. I smiled as I watched the movie, being distracted from the pain and enjoyed the time with my loving boyfriend, even if I felt like crap.

Today was long and I was feeling crummy about myself like

so as soon as I got home I took the extra time and care by taking a comfy shower, I exfoliated shaved and moisturized the shit out of my entire body so now I feel as shiny and smooth as a baby’s butt, I took a few minutes to massage my facial moisturizer on, I brushed and flossed my teeth a couple times for that extra clean feeling, I chugged a tall glass of water (because drinking water after brushing your teeth tastes freaking amazing), I put on some cute af pajamas, put favorite roller-ball fragrance on my wrists to feel and smell extra good, and within less than an hour now I feel like I’m about to blast glitter straight out of my aSS

What I’m trying to say is that sometimes we forget how taking the extra time to care for your body will make a world of a difference and will almost instantly turn your entire day around, 10/10 experience, try it out u won’t regret it!!

I'm Sorry. (Harry Styles) #4

The next day, for some known reason, I was excited to go back to school, which rarely happens. I was happy. Really happy. I could spit rainbows and give bear hugs to anyone and everyone. Choosing my school outfit for the day, I took a shower first and then brushed my teeth. After putting my clothes on and brushing my hair into a high messy bun, I put on some lip gloss and some eyeliner, and then I painted my nails. I was crappy at painting my nails, but this time they actually looked okay. So I just left them that way and grabbed my backpack, heading downstairs where mom, dad and Keith were already having breakfast. Since I wanted to get to school early, I just took my pancake, grabbed it like a taco, poured myself some apple juice, kissed both of my parents goodbye, ruffled Keith’s hair, and made my way out the door, not before hearing my dad say, “Someone’s in a good mood this morning”

I was, I truly was. You don’t know how happy and relieved I am that Harry and I were talking again. After they left the house, I gave him my new number, since he had the old one, back when I used to have a crappy phone. I got a new one only a few months ago, and my number changed. I didn’t really expected him to text me, but he did. Thirty minutes later after he left. And we kept texting until I got sleepy and told him I was going to bed. When we said goodnight to each other, I found it hard to go to sleep, because I still couldn’t believe Harry was speaking to me. Was looking at me in the eye. Was smiling at me. Was being goofy with me. I missed all of that and I’m glad I’m getting it back slowly.


Hopping out of my car, I checked the parking lot and looked for Harry’s car. I know, I seemed like a stalker, but I just wanted to see him again. And to hug him.

Finally, I spotted it, and I smiled automatically while I made my way inside. I saw my friends sitting on our usual spot, which was under a tree that was located a few feet away from the library. We chose the spot because we like to read, a lot. Comics, YA books, Manga, Horror novels, you name it. The librarian knew this, and she let us borrow a few books every now and then so we could read them, because she trusts that we’ll give them back. We’re actually planning to start a Library/Reading Club. We know we’re not the most popular kids in school, but we do know that there are a lot of students that love to read like us.

“Hey there, Candy Cane” Emily smiled as she saw me approaching them.

I smiled even bigger. “Hey there, Honey Bunny”

“Someone seems happy to be at school” Joseph said, smirking.

“Oh, you know… It’s Friday, so I’m feeling good” I shrugged.

“Right,” Louis rolled his eyes. “You wanna know what I think? I think our friend Henley here had sex”

My eyes widened. “LOUIS!!”

“What?,” he raised his hands in defense. “I was just guessing!”

“Well stop it, you’re horrible at guessing!” I said, glaring at him.

“I know!,” Ray said, raising his hand like a little kid. “I think Henley and Harry were talking”

I couldn’t stop the smile that formed in my face, again. “Ray guessed it, then” Ray said, looking proud.

“Oh, I get it,” Niall interfered. “So Henley ditched us for Harry last night?”

“No, no, I didn’t ‘ditch you’, guys,” I shook my head. “Mom simply prepared dinner for Anne and her family, they came over, they stayed for a while, I thought it was gonna be horrible, but… Harry ended up being amazing”

“And you say you’re not in love with him” Amy muttered quietly.

“What was that?”


“Hey guys, let’s change the subject,” Valerie said, a book in her hands. “I really, really, really, really wanna go out tonight”

“Yeah, let’s go to the movies, since we couldn’t go yesterday,” Emily said, smirking at me. “So Henley, you tell your mom that Emily said no guests tonight”

I rolled my eyes. “Sure, whatever”

“Umm… I can’t go out tonight” Amy said.

We all looked at her. “Uh, yeah you can” Louis said.

“No, It’s just that… there’s a new episode of Sherlock tonight and I don’t wanna miss it”

Niall, Louis and Joseph groaned. “You’ve gotta be kidding me” Niall said.

“Leave her alone, jerks,” I said. “Amy, I’ll record it tonight. You can come over to my house and we’ll watch it together”

“Sounds good!” She said, grinning.

“No way, a slumber party?,” Emily asked. “Then, I’ll go too!”

“Me three, I’m not gonna stay behind, you bitches!” Valerie added.

I chuckled. “Alright, but I gotta ask mom”

Whilst they nodded, Ray nudged me in the ribs, making me jump. I was extremely ticklish. “Look who’s walking around here” he said.

When I looked to where he was discreetly pointing at, I saw Harry, and my heart started to beat faster. He was surrounded by his usual group of friends, and they were all talking and laughing as they walked. Between laughs, his eyes landed on our direction. My heart started to beat even more faster than before. Not able to control my excitement, I smiled big and waved at him. Of course, I expected him to wave back… but he didn’t. He just stared at us for like 2 seconds and then he just looked away, joining the others in the conversation. Feeling my stomach drop, in a bad way, I slowly lowered my hand, my smile vanishing. The others saw it, as well. I heard Emily gasp. I saw Valerie giving him a glare, even though he was almost out of sight. “Oh my God,” Louis muttered. “What a fucking bitch”

“I thought you were on speaking terms?” Emily said, looking at me.

“Yeah… I did too”

“You know what we should do?,” Joseph said. “We should put some mud inside his backpack”

“Or maybe we could throw some of the school’s lunch on his head,” Niall suggested. “I heard we’re having mashed potatoes with vegetables, meat loaf, and apple sauce today”

“Or maybe we could just throw him from a cliff, nobody has to know!” Amy said.

“Alright, stop it!,” I said, all of them quieting down. Staring at them, I said, “If you wanna put something inside his backpack, put a dead fish in it. If you wanna throw some food at him, I suggest oatmeal. And if you wanna throw him from a high place, I suggest the Everest”

Valerie placed an arm around my shoulders. “Just forget about him, Henley. If he doesn’t wanna be friends with us, then he’s missing it”

“Yeah, we’re like so cool” Ray said in a dumb girl’s accent.

“Oh my God, yeah, like, totally!” Amy said, mocking the same accent.

“Yeah, like, literally, I can’t” Emily kept going.

“Like, did you see his shirt?,” Niall said. “Like, so not cool. Hashtag, loser!”

“Oh em Gee, like, he was so not fetch!,” Louis said. “And, like, where’s my Starbucks drink?”

And then, we just started to laugh, hard. I felt better by the time the bell rang, because I still had real friends who care about each other and never turn their backs on anyone.


On lunchtime, I decided to head to the library and do some homework the History teacher assigned, just so I didn’t have to do it when I got home. Since Valerie was in an Art Club meeting, Joseph and Ray were in a Robotics Club meeting as well, Niall and Louis were having lunch, and Amy went off to use a library computer, I came here, where there was almost no one around. So I didn’t waste any time on finishing this homework.

Man, did I hate History class. I had to answer some questions with a book the treacher gave us. A really heavy book. And I was already getting really bored and tired by answering the questions, but I didn’t want to get stuck in my room doing this shit. There were 30 questions, thank you very much.

“Hey” a voice said as the person approached my table.

Confused as to why someone was talking to me, I slowly looked up, staring at Harry as he stood there smiling. “Uh…” Why was he talking to me now? “Hi?”

“What are you doing?” He asked, taking a seat in front of me.

I gave him a blank look. “Harry, what are you doing here?”

He shrugged. “I came to talk to you. Is there a problem with that?”

“I…” Why didn’t I know how to answer him? “Y-you were… Harry when I waved at you, you ignored me, as if you didn’t know me. And now you’re here because you wanna talk to me?”

“Well yeah,” he said. “I mean, I’m sorry I ignored you, I wanted to go say hi to you and the others, I did! But I was just…”

He didn’t even have to finish the sentence. It had already hit me. “Oh,” was all I said, my blood starting to boil. I gripped my pencil harder. “I get it. So, you didn’t say hi to us because you were with your FRIENDS!”

His eyes grew wide. “No! Henley, It’s not like that!”

“Oh, I think it is,” I said, laughing bitterly. “You wanna be friends with us, but you don’t wanna ruin your popular football player reputation! You don’t want the whole school to know that you’re friends with The Losers! That’s it, isn’t it?”


“You don’t want your stupid little friends to laugh at you and kick you off the team, and you don’t wanna go back to being unknown! Wow, Harry, that is just great!”

“You don’t get it,” he said. “The guys, they’re… they can be pretty hard on people. I just didn’t want them to be hard on you guys and start insulting you”

I shook my head, feeling disgust towards him. “You can cut it with the bullshit, Harry, they’re not here”

“I’m not lying, okay? Look, Henley, I’m sorry. I know I’m not being a good friend right now” he said, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re not,” I said, standing up and picking up my stuff. “But, you know what? I’ll make it easier for you. You don’t want to be seen talking to us? Then don’t talk to us at all”

“For God’s sake, Henley, why are you being so difficult?!” He almost shouted as I walked past him.

I turned back to him, glaring at him. “I’m not. You’re just being a dumbass”

And before I could leave, I heard him say some really hurtful words. “Fine! It’s not like I need you, anyways!”

I didn’t look back at him. I stood still for a moment, but I regained some little strength and pushed the door open, not even waiting for Amy to finish. I knew something for sure…

It was official that Harry was one of the biggest assholes in the school.

So, I got fucked good last night after work. And as a result, I just thought to myself, “Self, you deserve a lazy day today. Don’t go to class. Don’t get out of bed. Don’t do shit except shower, brush your teeth, and lay around all day. You know why? Because you deserve it.” 

And my ass took a pounding that would be difficult to hide from my professors and peers when I attempt to sit and/or walk. So, that’s what I did.

How was everyone else’s day though?