Indepth analysis and solution of "Apple Bottom Jeans"
to this day this song remains a very heated topic of conversation for many experts but I recently had an epiphany
so we know that shawty has at least some apple bottom jeans and em boots wit da fur (wit the fur!) and that the whole club is looking at her
but then further along we find out that shawty also had saggy sweatpants and the reeboks with the straps
so either shawty is wearing pants over her head and shoes in her hands or she is some kind of quadruped centaur creature with a questionable fashion sense which could definitely explain why the whole club is looking at her to begin with
but then it came to me… . . it never says shawty has any hands or is even hUMAN.. and i was enlighten
it all makes sense now..
shawty is .. .
as we all know dogs aren’t the best when it comes to the latest fashion trends
and fmore snippets of the lyrics also seem to support this theory
so FloRida spent a lot of money getting a purebred champ line dog (named shawty apparently) that he paid a lot of money for
the club is probably the akc making sure she is legit(which is why they are all looking at her)
this world is full of enigmas but at least there is one less question plaguing our minds
oversized sweaters and button downs all day everyday
ink stained hands
collects old books - Most have torn pages and faded ink from constant rereading.
has too many half written stories all featuring the same characters he’s overly attached to (an: oh shit its actually me)
somehow always carries chocolate or knows the nearest place he can get some.
works in a book store (an: I just love this au too much ik its cliché as hell)
can and will fall asleep anywhere
all his clothes have rips in them or are extremely worn - not on purpose like Padfoot however (’MOONY ITS PUNK ROCK SHUT UP AND GIMME THE SCISSORS’)
enjoys the rain a lot - lucky they stay in Scotland then
Amber eyes and golden hair that lightly curls with his love of the rain (James gets jealous bc hes the ‘curly haired friend’)
always carries a notebook, of which he has wayyyyy too many
knows too many constellations which he doodles in all of his notebooks and always keeps track of the moon phases, hence the nickname
his sleep schedule is beyond screwed - probably caused by “ nope I cant sleep without reading Pads,” and then getting completely transfixed by a fictional world
always sketching people around him, he could happily sit in a café all day and draw everyone there, maybe he has an entire notebook of Padfoot sketches, maybe he does not, who knows
can’t function without coffee
very trustworthy of his friends almost too trusting, but can barely talk to a person outside of their group
almost too pale, couldn’t tan if he tried all that the sun does is give him a light dusting of freckles and chases away his beloved rain
loves living in the attic of their huge shared home (curtesy of James’ insanely large inheritance and Sirius’ uncle Alphaard) it has wooden walls and an obscene amount of plants, his favourite part is a large window on the ceiling that he enjoys climbing out especially when its drizzling when the others join him
usually the subject of Padfoot’s (favourite) polaroids
probably the only guy there that thinks of the consequences of a situation before they become a reality
the responsible one
can read & write music
Lily & Peter read all of his stories - annoyed they aren’t finished
loves animals, still pretends to be annoyed when James brings home stray dogs
gets sick constantly and secretly finds it hilarious when Sirius freaks out and acts like his nurse
constantly painting, drawing and creating awesome art pieces
photography nerd - has a huge collection of polaroids & pinholes in his ‘dark room’ (a cupboard under the stairs that has a red light)
owns a motorbike that he is constantly repairing and is attempting to convince James to get one too “prongs we’ll look awesome c’mon do it or the aesthetic” James can’t ride a damn bicycle
always stealing Remus’ sweaters, even thought they are all about 10 sizes too big
has at least 15 leather jackets.(Wears one bc Moony got him patches for it years ago)
Long black hair that is always falling into tired grey eyes - Walburga has threatened to chop it off too many times
works in an art gallery, occasionally slips in his own work (the manager knows but she loves his work)
angsty as hell
always listening to music - preferably on vinyls “I don’t care how expensive it is Wormtail, it sounds far better (also it’s not my credit card its my cousin Bellatrix’s so???)
Smoker (probably for the aesthetic tbh) “yeah right Moons it makes me punk rock as shit,”
wears his biker boots all day everyday
plays guitar (secretly acoustic is his favourite)
all his clothes are ripped as heck
very very protective of his friends, has given out and received his fair share of black eyes for this “its for a noble cause also it makes me look pun-” “ Padfoot for god sake we get it you’re punk rock!”
terrible at showing negative emotions but has learned to when it comes to Prongs and Moony - he’s getting there with some of the others
obsessive in his love for dogs and is genuinely offended when Lily gets a cat, the day he found out James bought it the word ‘betrayal’ is genuinely used, even more offended when Regulus began playing with the cats “ Sirius I’m named after a star in the LEO constellation???”
such a drama queen (speaking of Queen imagine him & Bohemian Rhapsody?)
tries to hide his aristocratic background, though his mannerisms show it off quite often
fluent in French he has a slight French accent
Lives on Tumblr (surprisingly this was never meant on this site) & Netflix
also memorises the moon phases ( just to impress Remus honestly)
makes awful puns constantly “I’m serious” “nah I’m Sirius you’re James” “ugh are you fucking serious” “nah I’m fucking Moony” *atrocious wink*
ripped skinny jeans - Wormtail still calls him emo for it
Loves photography claims to use the best equipment but still constantly invades Sirius’ excuse for a dark room
somehow the only one who can cheer up Regulus instantly
only has 1 pair of glasses even though he is horrendously clumsy, Lily is assuming he is just seeing how much tape he can build up before they are entirely useless
obsessed over football - he manages a small team that he is way too enthusiastic about
still surprised Lily even talks to him “James we’ve been dating for 5 years stop being a prat”
plans out the biggest pranks and somehow manages to get everyone involved, if he doesn’t they turn to shit but that’s a ‘secret’ everybody knows
only shoes he actually ones are trainers & football boots “James you are not wearing Nikes to Alice and Franks bloody wedding!”
obsessively plays Xbox and has weekly gaming nights with everyone (Sirius always rage quits) Wormtail is the only one who is still playing with him after 30 minutes
goes on tones of unplanned road trips with Lily
tries a weird new diet practically every week, sort of a health freak
way too much house pride - his whole room is decorated red and gold
has an old pickup truck he prides too much even though he is almost needing to fix it as much as Sirius and his ancient motorbike
the ‘mom friend’ always looking after everyone
actually the only reason they don’t all eat fast food & take aways 24/7 - he’s a great cook
proof reads all of Remus’ stories for him before they get posted
works as a barista in a grunge as hell café across the road - the others always hang out there when he’s working
secretly enjoys the challenge of James’ strange dieting (gluten free+ vegan month was definitely a challenge though)
owns 2 pet rats - is scared shitless that Regulus’ pet snake is going to eat them at one point
really good at giving gifts because he’s great at listening to people
has a massive collection of hoodies for no apparent reason
always third wheeling because of Wolfstar and Jily, it’s better now that Regulus has move in though
really good at video games - occasionally lets James win because he gets too moody otherwise
only listens to indie & grunge music - secretly loves Sirius’ obsession with vinyls
not super feminine but always has the latest fashion trends - usually fairly alternative (known to sport the jeans + fishnets thing that looks bomb as hell)
reads almost as much as Remus and is always hanging out in the book shop he works at
really enjoys playing football with James - finds it hilarious when he gets competitive
super long ginger hair + green eyes
loves tattoos, has handpoked a few of her own (mainly gets them done professionally, her friend Marlene is a tattoo artist) & Sirius let her do a moon on his wrist
doesn’t know that James reads all the books she talks about until she finds 3 of them hidden on his side of them wardrobe and interrogates him
super spontaneous really enjoys the constant unplanned road trips
does a lot of digital art, usually draws characters from books most often the characters Remus will never let go of in his stories
can ride a motorbike and occasionally takes Sirius’ for a spin
just a badass tbh
everyone takes their problems to her because she somehow has a solution for everything
wants to get into interior design and when they move in she helps everyone decorate their rooms, constantly adding to their home paints a different wall every week
literally friends with everyone - nobody dislikes her and probably couldn’t if they tried
has a weird skill for knitting, likely the source of 90% of Remus’ holy sweaters
obsessed with ‘retro’ things, favourite things tend to be from the 80s/90s
always helping Wormtail when he is baking, as long as she gets the first taste
an: this was just a random thing I wrote in a notebook at school, the next time we get a cover teacher I’ll probably add some secondary characters (Regulus, Alice, Frank etc)
I zipped the last bag of luggage, put it on the top of the rest of the bags and sighed loudly. “Finally everything‘s ready.“ I said while smiling slightly but it wasn‘t convincing enough for my best friend Gabby. “Hey, cheer up, okay?“ she exclaimed, jumped out of bed and took my hand into hers. “I don‘t know what you‘re talking about, “ I protested, jokingly pretending to be hurt by her words, “I‘m pretty sure what I just did was a very big smile.“ “You can‘t lie to me, Anna. We‘ve been best friends for more than 10 years now, don‘t you think I know you well enough to know how you really feel?“ Damn. I hated it when she could tell how I was feeling just by looking into my eyes. Gabby and I have been friends since kintergarden. It all happened when she offered me a cookie and basically won my heart. And up till now we‘ve always been together, always have supported each other and always had each other‘s backs. However, we were about to start going to college now and of course, my parents insisted that I went to Korea to continue my education instead of just staying here. Their arguments were that the colleges there were so much better than the ones we had here. From some point of view this was true but it also meant that I’d leave Gabby and basically everyone I’ve ever known behind. When I found out that I got accepted into the college I had applied to, which also happened to be one of the most elit schools there, I couldn‘t be happier about. It wasn’t until later when I started realing that I was actually leaving home and staring to live on my own. Not something I certainly was ready about. “Did you already talk to your roommate?“ she changed the subject when she realised I was on the verge of crying. Again. For the sixth time today “Not yet. Mom said he‘s going to pick me up at the airport and drop me off in the apartment.“ “He?????“ Gabby‘s eyes suddenly widened and I laughed at her silliness. “Yeah, don‘t you remember what I told you? A family‘s friend‘s son lives in Korea so being the caring mom she is, my mom settled things so that I‘d live with him for the first couple of months. I know this sounds strange but it‘s only for a little while until I‘m able to afford living on my own.“ “I hope he‘s sexy as hell. I really do.” Gabby teased me even though she was completely aware of the fact that I wasn’t the “dating” kind of girl “Don‘t you know anything about him? Not even his name“ “It‘s J-something….. James, Jane…… Jay! It‘s Jay. The only thing I know about him is that he‘s somewhat famous in Korea…. so honestly I‘m expecting a really cocky Mr-Getting-All-The-Bitches kind of guy.“ I laughed but I felt my insides turned upside down just thinking about it. “Hey, if he really is a celebrity you can take sneaky photos of him and then blackmail him for money… or just leak them online if he pisses you off. But always make sure to keep me updated on that. Also hey!! You‘re gonna be his roommate which gives you lots of privileges - to see him naked and make out, simple things like that“ Gabby started laughing too. “HEY!!!“ I yelled which only made her laugh more. “Just letting you know that I DO NOT want photos of that“ she teased. “Annie, darling, the cab is here!“ my mom shamelessly interrupted our little moment here by showing at the doorstep and saying the words I was most afraid of. *** “Feel free to spam me on facebook as much as you want. Also on snapchat. You better remember what we talked about the photos. I love you, Anna and I promise I‘ll come to visit you soon.“ and with that, I hugged Gabby tightly for goodbye and kissed her cheek. “I love you too and I‘ll miss you.“ “Everything‘s settled, your flight lands at 19:00 and Jay will pick you up at the airport and drive you home… I mean to the apatment you’re sharing.. Call me the moment you land and if I don‘t pick up it‘s because of the time difference but I don‘t care, call me anyway. And don‘t forget to call regularly… I love you Annie, my sweet girl.. You‘ll be fine. “ mom actually started tearing up and I giggled at how childish she was behaving. “I love you too, mom. I’m a big girl now so I can take care of myself. I will also check up on you daily. Tell dad I love him even though it would have been nice if he could get out of work to send me off today but whatever. I’ll go now or I’ll miss the plane. Bye now! Love you.“ And with that, I grabbed my suitcase handle and started pulling the luggage while heading to the plane. When I got on, I started looking for my seat and it didn’t took me long until I found it but sadly for me,it wasn‘t the window one. There were only few minutes left until the plane set off and nobody seemed to have booked the seat next to the window so I shamelessly moved and sit there. And of course, by the laws of nature, the moment I sat comfortably, a very tall and handsome boy stooted in the aisle next to the sits and smiled at me. “Let me guess, you have the window seat“ I smiled shyly and my cheeks turned into the redest shade of red. “You guessed right but it‘s okay, I‘ll just take yours instead then.” He laughed and sat next to me. “I never really understood why girls like the window seat better. I‘m Gray by the way.“ He was noticeably amused by my confused expression but he added. “My real name is Lee Sunghwa but I work as a producer and singer and use Gray as a public name. And what‘s your name, beautiful?“ “Annie… no Anna. It‘s Anna.“ I stuttered and by then I swear I could fry eggs using my cheeks. “Nice to meet you.“ “You‘re cute Annie. Anna. And pleasure is all mine.“ *** “Hit me up some time, I‘d love to take you around the city.“ Gray told me and I smiled the wildest I could as a response. “I‘d love to.“ I said and waved him goodbye. I looked around to see if I could spot my roommate, Jay, anywhere in the crowd. There were so many people that I couldn‘t even……Shit. Then I saw him. Holding up a piece of papper with “Anna“ written on it and dressed up in the latest fashion trends - nothing too glamorous but so incredibly stylish at the same time - tight, so fucking tight black V-neck shirt, casual denim jeans, Seattle snapback, Nikes in matching color and of course, sunglasses which only emphased more on the cocky character he probably had. So after all I was right. And Gabby was right too. He was so freaking hot. Fuck.
A/N: Sooo, this is the first chapter of the fic… I‘m sooo nervous to be honest so please give me honest opinions;;; Did you guys enjoy it?
“The hypocrisy is all I can see White cop acquitted for murder, black cop cop a plea That type of shit make me stop and think We in chronic need of a second look of the law books And the whole race dichotomy Too many rappers athletes and actors But not enough niggas in NASA Who give you the latest dances trends and fashion? But when it comes to residuals they look past us Woven into the fabric they can’t stand us Even in white tee’s blue jeans and red bandannas”
Hi! Hope all is well! Could you headcanon the Karasuno boys' type of fashion on their freetime?
Fashion headcanons are my favorite types of headcanons
Daichi: He wears a lot of black. Dark wash jeans, dark t-shirts. He isn’t very fashionable. He sticks to the basics, occasionally whipping out a funky pair of shoes.
Suga: Koushi is the fashion god of Karasuno high school. He shops every where from local clothing stores to underground Icelandic websites. He has shelves of scarves, every color pants, and a collection of graphic sweaters. (I bet you he follow a bunch of lolita blogs and reads up on the latest Japanese street fashion trends.)
Asahi: He has a lot of scarves and loose fitting jeans. His style is very indie hipster. Baggy sweaters, flannel, flower crowns, and head bands.
Tanaka: He had an emo phase. He wears t-shirts and ripped jeans. He and Noya have complementary styles.
Nishinoya: Punk as fuck. He has a lot of cool bracelets. He wears ripped jeans, studded belts, dark colored shirts and sweaters.
Hinata: He gets a lot of fashion advice from Suga. He has a cute style with light colors and sweatshirts.
Kageyama: His entire existence is a fashion faux pas. He can’t pick out clothes for the life of him, so he sticks to work out clothes and basic shirts and jeans.
Yamaguchi: He has a flexible style. One day he’s alternative hipster, the next day he’s a little soft grunge. He dabbles in a lot of different styles.
Tsukki: He’s a mixture of Asahi and Nishinoya. (He gets a lot of his advice from Yamaguchi.)
We’ve been lusting over Alyssa Coscarelli’s closet with each photo she posts on Instagram. Not only does she have a wardrobe that we totally envy, but she’s the Fashion Market Writer at Refinery29. Talk about dream job– We’re only a little bit jealous (okay, maybe a lot). We met up with Alyssa in her Brooklyn neighborhood, Williamsburg to talk about her style and snag an inside peek of her current favorite outfits!
So tired, going to bed right away. This is the look I wore, changed the
trousers as they can get really hot really quick. So choose to wear a
pair of black jeans. Btw, can’t wait for my other stuff I ordered from
Topman to arrive. Note to myself, don’t order before going to bed.
Ordered some t shirts and sweatshirts. Felt like I needed it.
besides the obv sexism the biggest reason i hate those “fashion trends men hate but women love” articles is because where do cishet men get off thinking they know things about fashion? like oh I’m sorry I didn’t realize that wearing an obey snapback and cum stained jeans your mom bought you from jc penny back in 2008 made you a style expert tell me more about your criticisms of the latest trends
Whats the different of being tomboy and being a lesbian?
A tomboy is a girl who dresses and sometimes behaves the way boys are expected to, often into more masculine things like “stronger” sports, computers, or cars. Stereo typically wears jeans, baseball caps, and denim vests/jackets.
would rather be playing football in the rain than go out shopping. Hangs out with boys, and does not follow the latest fashion trends.
A lesbian can be a tomboy but also a femme girl. A lesbian is just a girl who fall for other girls, a tomboy can be straight too .
I’m not a fan of coats. They’re heavy, they’re bulky and they simply ruin my outfits. To stay warm and chic in chilly Colorado I have to get a little creative. I stay cozy by layering up, wearing my oversized blazers or rocking my leather jacket but sometimes those things get a little old and boring. My new favorite alternative to staying warm is getting all wrapped up in an oversized scarf. We might as well call this thing a fashion blanket. It’s very large in size but oh so comfortable to cuddle in all day. Who knew that walking around with a “blanket” attached to you would be socially acceptable. Don’t be intimidated by the oversized look. It’s the latest, and my personal favorite trend. You might was well embrace this relaxed look while it lasts. Who doesn’t love throwing something on, synching it with a belt and adding some boyfriend jeans. It’s like a dream come true to me. Exploring your city in a bright, statement scarf makes the taxi drives, crowds of people, and loud cars a little more enjoyable and do I dare to say…chic. I felt like such a city girl in this outfit and the backdrop took me back to strolls in Soho, Manhattan with my mom. We had the best time waking up unbelievably early to get the best seat at the local cafe and afterwards we did some major damage in DASH. Can I just pretend for a second that I live there? Ok, daydream over. But seriously, I so belong there. The city backdrop was made for me. Someday. Until then, the Denver scene will do.
Did you know you can search for fashion on Wantering? Type in what you’re looking for by style, brand, category, special occasion and even celebrity names, and we’ll show you the best items to shop right now.
Went to my cousins engagement here in Kerala and, sure enough, everyone was dresses up except for all the 20 something year old guys here who seriously thought that wearing faded baggy jeans and t-shirts is not only the “latest fashion trend” but also completely acceptable to wear for a formal event.
A concept that many people mistake. Style and fashion are completely different things. Fashion is an art form, the latest trends to be followed and admired. Style, however is an expression of your own individuality.
Don’t lose yourself in following the copious amounts of rules set by the designers, follow your own path in finding yourself. Even if it is a simple tweak to the common skinny jean, add an accessory or even change the colour or dip dye, something that says “You”.
Don’t feel the need to sit down and develop your style, your style is constantly changing, being renewed. You grow as a person, through life, and your style reflects that. Be aware of it, and be proud of it.
The worst thing in life you can do is let someone take your individuality away from you.
A trend that we’ve seen taking over tumblr and instagram these last few months is definitely the knee high socks and skirt trend, something that used to be reserved for manga and anime. Like always when a new trend comes about we all have our doubts on how to wear it and adopt it into our personal style. Being such a fun and versatile trend this should come easily but to make it even simpler I took the liberty of putting together a guide on how to style this trend for all occasions.
She likes to keep her hair pretty short and although it gets a little messy like Akaashi’s, it’s still a cute look. She even inherited Akaashi’s blue green eyes. Her style often comes from the latest fashion trends, yet mostly wears crop tops with a pair of skinny jeans. She likes to go for the chic kind of look despite being a ball of sunshine.
Literally like Bokuto’s carbon copy but without the mood swings. She’s happy-go-lucky most of the time and is quite confident in herself but not to the point where she brags about it. After spending so much time with Akaashi, she naturally developed the habit of calling people out on the stupid things they do and most of the time, Bokuto is the target.
She can sing and dance. Quite surprising considering that both her parents aren’t really the type for such things.
Who they like better
Both, she doesn’t really have a favorite.
Who they take after more
Personal Head canon
Being a dancer, Aimi needs a way to keep herself in shape when she isn’t busting any moves and had taken on volleyball as a hobby. She’d play with Akaashi and Bokuto along with their old teammates at the park.
I hate having this undying feeling for you. Its unfair to me. Why does it have to hurt? Why does it have to be you. I never thought I would experience a one-sided love. I would usually laugh at those idiot guys that would drown themselves in self pity for someone whom would never love them back. I’ve allowed myself to think of you as more then just a friend. I thought of you as someone I want to share my life with. This scares me I’m nervous to tell you how I feel because I know the result is just going to hurt either way. It’s going to be the scariest thing I’ll ever do. I want help, I want to stop myself but I can’t. So I guess I’m no different from those cheesy romantic guys I’ve come to hate. I’ve actually fallen for the person who’s everything I’ve ever wanted an more. My best friend.
I’ve actually fallen for my best friend. I’ve tried stopping myself countless times, but her smile. The way she’d hug me. The way her scent of cherry blossom perfume never left even long after she did. The moments she cried on my shoulder after he broke her heart.. again. The times she’d stay amp’d on monsters just to hear me play. She’d never leave my side. Even if her friends looked down upon me.
“Why do you hang with that kid?”
“He such a loser”
“He’s so weird”
She defend me each and every time. Everyone loves her if you saw her you’d fall in love with her too. She’s beautiful and Mona Lisa would kill for a smile like hers. She’s talented… I mean she’s perfect. I know It’s impossible to be perfect and no one or anything will ever be, but she changes all that for me.
I’m scaring myself. I shouldn’t feel this way about someone. I love seeing her walk down the halls with her friends, because she’s always sure to grab my hand the moment she sees me. Her eyes always light up and she lets out a cutely pitched tone of my name.
Easing me to come on making me feel part of her crowd. She made me feel as if I belonged. Like I was one of them. Even if their discussed faces said other wise. They had no other choice but to care. They pretended to care about me just to kiss her ass because there was always one stipulation to be her friend. That was simply you had to appreciate me.
Beside family, I was that one important factor in her life. That one thing that If anyone hurt she’d destroy. I liked it sometimes, but I wonder if It was because she felt sorry for me. I actually don’t know I bet If I asked her she’d ignore it, just like everything else. Just like my love for her.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m sure she’s been curious all these years who’s been sending her an endless playlist of music. Every week I’d garner up a mix of songs and slip it in her locker. Of course it signed anonymous, I’d never want to reveal that to her.
She’ll only run away. I know she will. She’ll become one of them. One of the leaches that run in this school thinking its okay to pick on those kids that don’t have a lot of money. The latest fashion or is into the hottest trends.
I’m an outcast to the world that revolves around this school, I’m just a kid in a band who walks around in ripped jeans with, tee shirts off rock bands these kids have never heard of, my guitar attached to my back headphone around my neck and drum sticks permanently attached to my hands.
I’m just that one kid that she’s friends with. No one bothers to know my name. If they do know my name kids have a shitty way of showing it. To them I’m just her friend or giant. It’s hard to really be upset. At least they notice me in someway. What’s the use of complaining. I do exist in someway to them, I guess.
Ten days till graduation and I never have to deal with this again. The only burden I have is my hearts filled with more questions then answers. I feel I should get them answer but I’m afraid of what might actually happen. Sometime some things I better left unanswered. No one wants the truth, because the sad reality is the truth can be more painful then pain its self.
It’s Saturday and I’m sitting on my bed looking at the celling again as I always do every weekend. If I’m not in the garage making noise with the boys. I’m here looking at my wallpapered walls of bands that match my tee-shirts. Playing with my drum sticks thinking of the next mix to send to her as I rock my head to the music.
Something felt different about today, and I was right. My eyes are closed as I’m laying down with powerful music blasting in my ears as I nod my head to Alice Coopers Poison. My bed starts to sink in and my music comes to a complete stop. My eyes bulge in shock as she sits on my bed looking more beautiful then ever before. I quickly sit up and clear my throat.
“What are you doing here?
I said nervously looking around my room hoping she doesn’t spot any thing that could give away my identity.
“What do you mean… Chanyeol?.. Aigoo! Did you forget?”
she scowls in a disappointing tone. I wish I could understand why she’s so visibly upset, but I actually have no Idea.
“No Clue what you’re talking about.”
I say back nervously.
“Our graduation party idiot!”
she saids adorably while flicking me in the head.
“Ouch What the hell you do that for?”
I ounce in pain attending to my now throbbing forehead.
“Because you’re being a fucking idiot. Chanyeol how could you forget? We’ve talked about this.”
I say covering my face afraid she’ll go in for the kill again.
“I was invited to that?”
I follow up sarcastically.
“Chanyeol are you being serious? It’s our party.”
she stands up quickly from my bed in absolute discuss.
I chuckle. she responds with a nod of approval.
“How Is It even our party just with your friends?”
I reply flopping back in to my comfortable bed.
She exhales deeply, at this point she’s annoyed with me but I don’t mind she’s cuter when she’s annoyed. I can do nothing but enjoy it while it lasts, maybe egg it on a little bit.
“Chanyeol, Their your friends too.”
I scoff what a lie. she’s lying right through her teeth and she knows it. She just wants me to go, she doesn’t want me to drown in my pity alone. She feels sorry for me, but she won’t admit it.
“I’m serious, well Jongdae your best friend is there and Baekhyun and of course my brother Lay.”
Those are my real friends and bandmates. I knew they were going but I pretended not to remember what was going on today. I refuse to be in a room full of people I hated for 4 plus years pretending that I give a shit when I don’t.
“Oh, they are? That’s interesting I’m still not going.” I say as I continue to go back to my regularly scheduled program and pretend to not hear her.
I can’t help but look from the corner of my eyes a beautifully scrunched up face full of annoyance stomp toward the dresser of my clothes. I raise up from comfort one more time.
“Yo! What are you doing”
I yell. She rummages through my drawer and throws clothes in my face. She doesn’t even have to open her mouth because shes telling me I’m going. I can’t lie and say I don’t enjoy it when she does this because I do.
“20 Minutes Sir.”
she said as she walks out the door.
“I didn’t agree to this.”
I replied but she ignores me and shuts the door.
I exhale and look at the clothes that she picked out for me. I guess my current attire of sweat pants and black tank top wont do.
Fine I guess I’ll get dressed. I advance my way to the shower and I can hear her beautiful angelic voice go up a few octaves. Oh great she’s talking to him.
I say to myself. I scoff. I never liked the Kid he wasn’t good for her, he wasn’t the devil but he was damn close. Sounds like I’m bitter or jealous and maybe I am, but the truth is the truth. When she’s around him she doesn’t smile better the Mona Lisa. She’s always running to me and crying on my shoulder when he breaks her heart. I hate it some much that I can’t do anything about it.
I want to tell her let me be the guy to show you the world. I can’t do it. I’m weak, I’m no man. I just sit there hold her tight as she falls asleep and I allow her to cry it out.
That’s all I can do, and I guess that’s all I’ll ever be for her, just a security blanket. I could tell her to leave and take my hand and run away with me, but I know that ending would become tragic and I rather be the old dirty security blanket then nothing at all to her.
I allow the water of my hot shower to fall and bead on my body. Thinking these thoughts may come off as fear and that is correct, but It’s a fear of losing someone you love. A friend. Someone who’s everything for you and more. So if my heart has to suffer so be it. I wont mess it up because I just want to be able to be in her presence even If that means losing myself.
I throw on my ‘Guns and Roses’ shirt she picked out for me and my black ripped skinny jeans. The thing about _____ Is she knows my style so well and never judged me for it. She always said she likes it on me. I enjoy dressing like this. It may not impress everyone but as long as she’s into my style why should I change. I know I should love what I wear, and I do. It’s just her liking it is that perfect accessory I’ll ever need. I take out a matching plaid shirt and tie it around my waste. It serves no purpose but I like it.
I apply axe body spray to me and throw on some of my arm bands and I look at myself in the mirror. I guess I look okay. I really don’t care what those kids think. I never fit in. Why should I even try and attempt to.
Its only ten days left of seeing their faces and then we are all off our separate ways to college. The thing that excites me is she and I will be attending the same university and our dorms are not far from each other.
Every since we got into high school our goal was to always attend college together and have each others backs til’ the end. I can’t say I’m 100% happy because I’m not. I don’t know If I will ever feel complete. I hate feeling so attached to her.
I apply some axe hair products to my head and style it. It actually turned out pretty nice. I take a deep exhale and I hear a knock at my door. I guess my twenty minutes is officially up.
I say as I grab my drumsticks and throw my headphones around my neck.
she saids with a big smile on her face. She looks excited, but her eyes say other wise.
Their glassy as if she’s been crying while I was in the shower. I don’t dare to ask because she’s just going to make some dumb excuse as always. He wins this time.
Of course she was crying. He doesn’t let a day go by without making her look like this.
“Yes, I guess.”
We walk outside as she tugs on my hand to the party. Our travel wasn’t far since she lives next door. We finally get inside and the house is blasting with the typical top radio station music. I didn’t hate it. I just didn’t enjoy it as much as everyone else.
Theres people playing beer pong, and some smoking hookah to your left. Then on the right people are sloppy drunk and making out. Typical high school senior party. Our families are both out of town for conventions so It’s all safe and “Innocent” fun until tomorrow when they get back.
We make our way in the empty kitchen and I take a seat on the island and she goes in the fridge and hands me a cold beer.
she saids adorably hanging it in my face waiting for me to take it.
I slightly grin taking it in my hand opening it. I don’t like beer but it isn’t to terrible it could be worse. I take a gulp and let the beer run smoothly down my throat.
Maybe I’ll get drunk tonight and finally have the courage well … liquid courage to tell her how I feel. Doesn’t matter I’m still a coward with or without the alcohol. I chug the rest and slam the empty beer can on the Island. I let out a loud burp and she smiles and laughs beautifully as always.
I say back smiling at her.
“Are you done sir?”
she saids. I nod and stand up from the Island.
I go around her and open the fridge and take out a Corona Light.
“Nice! The good shit.”
I say as I wink at her and shut the fridge.
She laughs cutely and scrunches up her beautiful face once again. I keep my eyes on her as I open the bottle of Corona with my teeth. Usually this tactic never works but tonight It did, it opens.
I keep my eyes locked on her the whole time. While she keeps her eyes on me. I want to break the silence but I really feel we are talking by just looking at each other. Her eyes are sparkling and my heart is beating faster then usual and each time she blinks I feel the butterflies in my stomach flying around. I’m enjoying this moment.
“Hey.. Chanyeol. Can I talk to you about something”
she saids nervously.
My heart is racing with anticipation. I clear my throat and nod my head.
She takes a deep exhale and walks toward me and before she could speak.
Mark walks in the kitchen and kisses her on the lips.
Well that was fun while it lasted. I clear my throat to break the tension and erase what was running in my mind and heart just now.
“Hey, Giant what up!”
Mark saids as he goes in for a bro shake. I guess thats what you call it. I accept.
“Hey… Short shit right?”
I say with my eye brows raised.
I look at her. She lets out an adorable laugh while smiling her trademark smile.
Mark saids while pointing at me.
“He’s joking babe. You know that.” she saids looking at me and smiling.
I smile back.
I say back sarcastically. They started laughing, I guess they find my serious humour funny.
“This is why I like you Giant. You’re funny.”
He said as he wraps his arm around ____ waist. I can only look in jealousy. I am jealous.
We exchange laughter and talk about school for the next five minutes as everyone in their circle pours in the kitchen. Suddenly I start to feel claustrophobic.
There are to many people here in one place for me. Mark receives a call and excuses himself from the crowd. Soon as he leaves I already know it’s open season on my ass.
As always one of her idiot friends lives to make me feel uncomfortable.
“Dude, why do you have your drumsticks with you. It looks stupid.”
Suho one of the most popular and handsome guys in the school said.
“Suho, Leave him alone”
she replies with bite.
“I’m going to find my friends”
I said as I jump from the counter and walk away. Suho mutters something but I Ignore it. As I walk I can her the laughs and her defending me. I love that she cares so much for me, but sometimes I wish I could be her knight and shining armour. I’m sick of being the damsel and distress.
As I’m walking away I can’t help but over hear a familiar voice talking.
“So last night was amazing I can’t wait to do It again”
“Yeah! well I love you baby”
“She’s nothing to me”
“She’s nothing like you.”
“I broke up with her, she desperate to be with me”
“I’m coming over tonight, trust It’s better then last night”
“I Love you too.”
I take a peak to see who it is and I’m not surprised it’s Mark. I ball my fist in anger and it’s taking every ounce in my power not to beat his ass. I’m out numbered here I wont take that chance.
I hide behind a corner as one of his football buddies walks over.
“So man I heard you have sex with Megan”
“Dude! I banged a few college chicks last weekend too. Megan Is so hot, she’s willing to do a threesome tonight”
I want to walk over and dock him in the face, but I’m a coward as usual.
“So, ____ man why are you still with her.”
The other guy saids.
“Man, I’m using her. Always have always will. she’s nothing to me. She’s really pathetic actually. Not that great, I guess graduation is the perfect time to leave her. She’s really thinks I like her its really fun. I mean I made her. She just a little puppy that won’t leave my side. It’s great actually.”
The boys laugh and I began to walk over as I see Lay wave me over. Mark spots me and and runs over to me. Great, what does he want.
“Hey, Giant… Chanyeol…”
He saids has he pats me on the back.
“How much of that did you hear?”
He looks at me in worry. I smile I already know where this is headed.
“All of it?”
I reply angrily.
“You know that $14,000 gig you need? I’m hosting it. If you want the guaranteed win, I suggest you shut your mouth.”
He saids smiling but meaning serious business.
I needed the money. My bandmates need the money. Even though I hate to let him win I have no other choice. I push him off of me and walk towards the guys and plop on the couch. Mark winks and nods at me then gives me a thumbs up
“You’re a good man Chanyeol sir.”
He said as he walks back to his friends.
This is going to eat me alive. I know what I should do, but I think I made a deal with the devil and not for the angel I admire the most.
“What was that about man?”
Lay asks with confusion.
“Nothing, can we just get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to fucking be here.”
I say with anger. I didn’t mean to take it out on him. Every second seeing that so called golden boys face is making me more angrier the the last.
Chen throws his hands up.
“Dude, what did Mark do this time? Chill and watch that attitude man. Lay was just asking.”
Chen saids as he takes a sip of his Redd ales.
“Chen, I really don’t want to be here. I want to leave. The people here suck, the music sucks and he sucks. I just want to go practice.”
I say rubbing my hands on my face.
“Practice? We always fucking practice.”
“I didn’t ask for you to join me. I’m talking about myself. Look around you. No one gives a fuck that we are here everyone in here is full of shit. Stop pretending we are one of them we will never be one of them.”
I say with anger. As much as I want to take those words back I can’t. Its the truth. I chug the rest of my Corona Light without stopping. I burp and look at my members with their faces in shock.
I say as I stand up and drop the empty bottle to the ground and walk away.
As I head for the door way I see Mark alone on the patio. Suddenly having liquid courage isn’t so bad. I walk out to the patio hoping he’s alone. He is. Perfect!
I grab him with force hoping no one notices and slam him against the wall. His eyes look at me in fear.
“Dude, what the fuck!”
He saids visibly shaken by my sudden strength.
“Listen to me. You have 10 fucking days to man the fuck up and tell ______ everything, and I mean everything. Or I’ll expose you for the fake you are. Fuck your money, fuck you and every fake person in this party. You hated me for five years and you think I would ever have your back over ____. Are you kidding me? Go fuck yourself! You broke her heart one to many times and I’m always there picking up the pieces. Give me one reason not to beat your ass?”
He doesn’t respond
“I’ve got just one reason why I’ll never do it. I love her. I always have always will. I don’t care what happens to you or anyone here, but if something happens to her…. I wont think twice before beating your ass. Got it?”
I say in a calm tone even though my words are filled with anger. I don’t like what I’ve just become but It felt good. His eyes are filled with fear and his heart is beating fast.
“Okay, Chanyeol. I’m sorry.. I’ll tell her.”
I let him go but not with out one hard push to the wall. That actually felt good. I see him standing there in fear of me. He actually fears me. Maybe I should’ve done this a long time ago. I walk back into the party. Suddenly it isn’t so crappy anymore but I still don’t want to be here.
I walk over to my friends they seem to be conversing about something. I guess this is the perfect time for me to go. I have one of my mixtapes for her in my pocket maybe I should leave it since I’m here anyways.
I sneakily make my way up to her room and take out the mix i made her from my pocket leaving it on her desk. I’ve sent her a mix of music for years, leaving it anonymously.
She fell in love with Mark this way. I just know it. She thought it was him. I allowed him to take all the credit. She never even asked if he’s the one doing it, she just always assumed.
Something “romantic” I guess. I make my way out her room fast as possible without any trace that I was there. I look at her smiling her smile once more and I proceed to leave. I’m sure she’ll be fine without me here. She’s always fine without me.
As I walk out of the house I hear her beautiful voice once again.
I make a dead stop. I hope she didn’t spot me coming out of her room.
I say to myself before I turn around. I hope it’s not what I think it is.
A/n: did you enjoy this? I hope so. Track two is really good and I hope you all enjoy this. If it’s too depressing I’m sorry, because it doesn’t get much better. I would love all the feedback in the world as well so send me an ask and let me know how you feel. I really really love this story and I hope people enjoy, read it and spread it. I hope this story helps people too as it progresses