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You wake up to the bright golden sun shining across your face as you yawn. Your phone lies next to you still open with your chats from last night, glowing blue and white. ”nnn.. what time is it” You murmur sleepily, rolling over to notice your phone, picking it up quickly, closing all of your apps and safari tabs for good measure, hoping your mother wouldn’t check the history and notice how much you use ao3. She already thinks I don’t have a life, might as well not feed into her beliefs. You spring up from your bed heading to the kitchen, still half asleep.
”Morning sleepy head” Your mom exclaims with a soft grin across her face not looking up from the stove.
She’s in a good mood today, hopefully if I ask her now she will say yes. You ponder, a bit confused on why she is so cheerful, just yesterday you guys were screaming at each other and sobbing. Why the sudden switch up? You didn’t bother asking why, in fear that it would set her off again. Instead, you were just glad she wasn’t mad anymore, and didn’t take your phone.
“Sleep well?”
“What?”
“I asked if you slept well.”
“Oh, yeah” you flatly reply.
“Hey uhm mom, is it okay if I don’t go to Kent?”
She turns around slowly putting down the pan, with an unreadable expression plastered across her face, “What.” You squirm a bit in your seat “Why would you not want to go to kent, I don’t understand sweetheart. Me and F/N both went to that university, we met there too.”
“Yes mom, I know you and dad met there, but.. I just don’t think it’s for me.”
“So where do you wanna go then?”
“I was thinking NYC”
“Y/N you’re not going to New York I’ve told you once and I'm not repeating myself.”
”But mom, this is my chance to finally explore and meet new people. I’m so sick of living in a small boring town, I want to explore!”
“No, you just want to meet that boy, that's probably an old man on your phone”
”He’s not an old man mom, he’s my friend.. Plus he doesn’t even live in New York, let alone America” You trail off eager to switch the subject.
“I don’t care. You’re not going”
“You can’t control me, what are you gonna do about it?”
“Excuse me?” She crosses her arms.
“I don’t have to listen to you anymore, I'm an adult. I can do what I want and you’re not going to stop me”
Rage fills your mothers eyes as she suddenly walks over and slaps you across the cheek, tears fill her eyes as she yells “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE”
“W- what-“ You feel the sting on your face from the hard slap, your eyes begin to water as your mother sobs with her hands on the counter, facing her head down in shame of what she had just done to her daughter.
You quickly run up the stairs still processing the events that had just played out, slamming the door shut unintentionally and cupping your hands over your mouth in hope she didn’t hear it. You collapse to the floor into a ball, crying quietly.
You murmur to yourself quietly “What do I do”
Abruptly, your phone rings playing your favorite song in the instrumental version. The name of your best friend shone across the screen
“Thank god.”
You pick up the phone wiping away your tears.
“Heyy girl hey! Bitch what's up?” Your best friend asks excitedly. You're so grateful to hear her voice, overwhelmed with emotion you burst out into tears, laughing at the same time.
“Girl what’s wrong?? Did that cunt end up being just like all of the other moids?”
You let out a laugh, “No it’s not him, but I think I just got kicked out”
“No fucking way, it’s alright, come over! We can get vodka, or whatever you want but I really want vodka to be honest”
“Omg yesss let me pack my bag before my mom comes up here and beats my ass”
Your friend laughs as she exclaims “Babe we’re gonna be alright, lemme know when you're on your way so I can meet you in the lobby, love you!! Bye bye!” Your friend hangs up the phone before you can say your goodbyes.
You grab your duffle bag in your favorite color with your favorite key chain on it. You attempt to unzip it, it's stuck. Great. You try again, it jerks open and you notice it was stuck on a black t-shirt. “Whatever” you say as you throw it across the room carelessly.
You head to your closet and carefully examine each piece of clothing, unsure of what to bring and what to leave, you pick your favorite items first, almost forgetting your favorite jacket. Your hot pink playboy jacket. You grab it as you say “Almost forgot this gem.” You would be shattered if you had left it behind. You tossed the strap over your shoulder leaning to the side from how heavy it was, “Ouch..”
Suddenly, your phone dings, it was Kyoya he messaged you on instagram, you open the message to see what he had said to you. You opened the dm, he replied to your story, “always look this gorgeous?” It was a photo of you in a white low cut halter top next to your best friend posing with your backs against each other making kissy faces. You blush harshly at his question, your hand goes over your mouth as your mouth curves into a smile. You reply by simply hearting the message knowing damn well you have no idea how to reply without sounding stupid. You both had been flirting for months, and known each other since you were 12. yet you still felt nervous at every message. You sigh as you shut off your phone, attempting to conceal your wide grin to pass your still upset mother.
Luckily, you successfully managed to pass your mother without her noticing your absence. You snatch your wired headphones out of your left sweatpants pocket and plug it into your phone turning on your playlist. You walk down to the bus stop, feeling relaxed surprisingly after all of these sudden turns of events.
You arrive at the bus stop sitting at the end of the bench. Alas, the bus arrives after a short 15 minutes. You get on and sit in the back of the bus close to the window, the bus was overall empty except a elderly woman sewing and a cute teenage couple, who seemed to be about 15-16, they were sharing headphones, most likely listening to music.
You think “how cute.” as a child you had yearned for a soft teenage love like that, I mean you still have time but you were turning 19 in a few months, it felt as if you were running out of time. It was so insane to you that you had finally graduated, it feels like just yesterday you were still the scared little girl you once were.
You then realize that it was your stop, you get up grabbing your bag from next to you. Your best friend's apartment was only 4 blocks down, not too far. You saw her waving from her apartment complexes stairs shouting your name.