The life of a self professed fantastic girl

Today, I woke up and it was so friggin’ cold out. No, I wasn’t sleeping outside, but my window was open and now it feels like I swallowed nails or something. Whatever, I’ll get over it. I really need to take a shower, but, I’m so lazy that I just want to throw on some old clothes and put my hair up on top of my head. I won’t though, because today is different. Today, I’m going out with this boy. Yes, I’m like a pre teen when it comes to the male species. I really enjoy them, for the most part. Okay, so I suppose I’ll get in the shower now, but I have to turn my stereo on. Yes, I listen to music 24/7. I like everything from rap to rock and everything in between. Except country, it’s so depressing. Alright, I’ll listen to some N.E.R.D, it makes me really happy, and, one day, I’m going to marry Pharrell Williams. He’s gorgeous. Shit, why is the water always cold when I get in the shower? I hate that, more than most people would. So, I can take a 30 minute shower and still not feel clean, it’s a bit ridiculous, I’m a clean freak when it comes to personal hygiene. So, I finally get out of the shower. It’s nine in the am. What the hell does am stand for? I never knew, and I don’t think I ever will. Oh well. So, I have no idea how to dress or what to do with my hair. This damn trendy haircut that alexia made me get. Alexia is my best friend, I just call her Lex, so, get used to it. Anyway, I got my hair cut like Rihanna, pre chopping her hair off, ya know, that longer in the front jazz. I like it, but I have to straighten my hair every day now. Oh well. Anyway, I wonder what me and Cory are doing today. Oh, Cory is said boy I’m going out with today. He’s in a band. Yeah, I’m a sucker for guys in bands. He’s a writer like me too. It’s attractive to be with someone who’s like you, but so different. We’ve been friends for a while, but, I always liked him. I think he finally realized it. Which is freakin’ awesome. The band is pretty amazing too. Grand Scene would happen to be their name. I love them, they’re like, hardcore metal with actual lyrics. They’re a Christian band. I don’t care. I like them just the same. Jesus, way off topic.

Anyways, I have no idea what to wear. I straightened my hair though, there’s a start. Now, to understand my style, you may need the help of someone else who is just as strange as me. I like everything from pretty girly dresses to ripped jeans with a band tee and some slip ons. I’m a very versatile girl. Which is good for most people. I’ll never change who I am. Ah, finally. I’ll wear a nice pair of jeans and this black top, its low cut with gold stars. I think it’s cute and it says hey! Look at me, but not in a slutty way, which is a good thing, even though we already know each other. I don’t know, but there’s something about this guy that makes me feel fantastic. I think it’s that he is pretty sentimental and has a good head on his shoulders. I feel really secure around him. Which is definitely something I’ve never felt before. I’ve had bad experiences with musicians before, but Cory feels so different. I hope he is, he’s the greatest friend I’ve had in a while. I seriously hope this relationship doesn’t ruin it. I’d be so fucking sad.
It’s noon now, Cory just called, he just left his house, he’ll be here in a half hour. Yes, his house. What? You thought he was in some shitty garage band. So way. His band is actually well known and they tour a lot. And yes, I’m fine with that if this relationship lasts. So, between me and you, I want this to last, so I can have somebody I actually relate to. I’ve never felt this way about relating to a person before. I think I stated something like this to you already though.

Oh hey! My phone is ringing. It’s Cory! Damn, he sounds so hot on the phone. He’s got this deep voice. Omg. I almost can’t handle it. He’s like ten minutes out. Let me get some sneakers, preferably some Nikes. I love those fucking shoes. I have about 30 pairs. Yeah, I’m pathetic when it comes to shoes. I hear someone outside. Oh! It’s the man. How cheesy I am. I open the door as he walks up the pathway. He looks so damn good today. Let me describe him so you can drool a bit too. Cory is a modern day rebel. He doesn’t try but yet he always looks put together. Okay so, he’s about 5’7” – 5’8”. Not too short, not too tall. Good thing for me, cause I’m a shorty, only 5’1”. Oh, his clothes, sorry, for a moment, I was trying to take them off with my eyes. He’s wearing a turquoise tee shirt with some designs on it, loose, but fitting light colored jeans, and black and white Nikes with silver trim. And, his hair, it’s got this curly vibe to it, but, it’s shorter. It looks like hair I wouldn’t mind running my fingers through. And, this man, has the sexiest eyes ever. They change from a brown to a deep gray. Wow, am I the luckiest person alive right now or what.

He comes up to me, hugs me. We did that even before we considered dating. He’s so genuine. I love that. “Hey you, whats up? You’re looking good today!” he says. I reply coyly with
“nothing much, waiting for this really spectacular guy to come pick me up.”
How the fuck did I just spit that out, when I was afraid to talk to him for these past months. I’m such a weirdo.
“So, Bella, are you ready to go, cause I sure as hell know I am.”
My name is Gabriella. I’m very Italian. My name sure proves that. Do not call me Gabby. I hate that damn name. I don’t talk to everyone, I’m not a Gabby. I don’t gab it up.
“Cory, I wouldn’t be standing here if I wasn’t ready to go! Of course I am. The question is, are you ready?”
“Baby, I was born ready.”
Is it just me, or is he making you hot right now too. Jesus Christ I can’t wait until tonight.

We get in the car, he opens the door for me. Seriously, give me the ring now, I want this man. This man is a keeper. This is a nice car. It’s black, and, it looks expensive. Gees, stop saying I’m a gold digger. I know you are, I’m not though. I’m just wicked observant. Trust me, I’ve been with some bums, so this is new for me.
“Bella. Are you cold?”
“Nah, no. I’m fine. You?” Did I just ask this man if he was cold, in his own fucking car. I did. What an idiot.
“Uh, I’m good. I wasn’t expecting you to ask though.”
He probably thinks I’m an idiot.
“So, anyways, we’re going out to the beach. How does that sound?”
Well, fantastic. I love the beach. He must’ve read my myspace page.
“That sounds really fun Cory! Wow, it’s such a beautiful day isn’t it?”
“A beautiful day, a beautiful girl.”
Okay, I don’t want to be melted down like butter in the car. This early.
“Oh stop! I think you’re pretty, well, hot yourself. I’d call you beautiful, but that makes me think of guys with hair gel and manicures.”
“Well, it’s okay, call me what you want. Just minus the hair gel and manicures.”
Okay! I shall call him fucking hot. I shall call him the man of my dreams. I shall call him, perfect.