Well, today's Monday. This last weekend sucked, a lot. My dad was so mean to me. The only time I remembered smiling was when I had my guitar lesson. My guitar teacher, Bob, is like an old hippy. He is super radically and nice. He's always cracking jokes and teasing me. One thing he ALWAYS teases me about is how I like bass players. For some reason almost every bass player in my favorite bands is hot. Yes, I do have a small crush on Ashley. But, I always have. Same with the rest of the members in BVB. But, anyways, the only reason he teases me about this is because a few years ago I hugged this bass player from a local band. He was SO hot, I couldn't resist. And, I got his signature. God, I can't even remember his name. I think it was either Drew, or Matt, something along the lines of those names.

Anyways, my smile went away when my dad told me, "Get in the goddamn car already will ya!" In a sharp, mean tone. Later that night dad started yelling at me about how I had forgotten I had clothes in the dryer. I'm a sensitive person, so this really hurt my feelings. It doesn't matter what it was about, but how he reacted, and how he treated me. It was something so small, something that didn't need to be made in to a big deal. I spent all night crying and texting Andy. I didn't tell him about my dad. Me and him just chatted about school and music. The one thing that really made me feel better was that he said he heard me singing one day last week during gym. It was the day that it was eighty degrees and our class was outside. The gym teacher told me to go get something that was back in the gym and bring it to him. I took it as an opportunity to sing, since I was alone. But Saturday night, Andy told me he had been running late to gym that day and heard me singing. I had no clue he was in the gym. He told me he was in love with my voice. Now THAT made me really happy.

Andy asked for me to sing for him sometime. I told him on one condition, if he sang for me first. He agreed and I went to sleep. That was Saturday night, Sunday my dad was just really snotty to me, but it was tolerable. I think I'm going to tell him that I don't want to see him as often anymore. I'm just getting tired of his attitude towards me. He gets me all riled up inside.

As I'm getting ready for school I hear my phone go off in my purse, alerting me I have a new text.

Andy: Where is your dad's house?
Me: It's fine, you don't have to pick me up.
Andy: But I want to.
Me: Fine, meet me at the first stop sign you see on Indian Hill Drv at 7:45
Andy: Alright, see you then :)

I put my phone back in my purse and go to put my contacts in. Unfortunately, my contacts itch my eyes a lot. Well, not necessarily itch, but irritate. They're like little pieces of green plastic. I couldn't have gotten the soft contacts, because my astigmatism is so bad. They don't make really strong soft contacts. But, one of my friends a year back said that they had really bad eyes as well, and had to wear hard contacts. But, after a few years she had the ability to switch to soft contacts. I'm hoping I I can be able to as well. My eyes are naturally bright green, but the contacts make them just a bit brighter since they are green.

I get all the solution out and open up the little case I keep them in. I get the contact on my finger and put it in my eye. I put the other one in as well and close my eyes for a few seconds. I open my eyes and start to blink the excess solution out of my eyes. All of a sudden I blink and get this huge stabbing pain in my right eye. I gasp in pain. I stumble back a few steps and curse out loud. I can barley open my eye, the little mother fuck must have cut my eye. I had this happen to me last year. I quickly take out my left one and than eventually get the right one out. My right eye is tearing so bad I can't barley open it. SHIT, ANDY'S GOING TO HAVE TO SEE ME IN MY GLASSES! I look like shit in my orange and brown glasses. The only compliments I get about them are from little old ladies.

I make my way to my room with one eye. Damn it, I'm so upset. My heart is beating a thousand miles an hour, I really don't want Andy or Ashley to see me in my nerd shades. Not so much Ashley because I know that creep will take me anyway, but I'm not saying Andy is shallow or anything. I just feel like he might think I'm nerdy or something, I don't even know why I'm so scared for him to see me like this. I check the time, 7:30. Damn, I better be heading to the stop sign. I grab my glasses from their little case in my purse and put them on. It really hurts whenever I try to open my eye, so I guess I'll be a pirate for a while. Now all I need is my parakeet, Snow White, on my shoulder. That little bitch would probably poop on me. I smile at the thought of that cute little critter.

I grab my back pack and head out the door. All I can think about is Andy's bright blue eyes. I remember when I first saw him and I totally thought he wore contacts. Not prescription ones, just the color ones. But, he's like me in that way. Many people think my eyes aren't really this green, but they are. I bet many people think his eyes aren't that blue, but they really are.

I see his car waiting. I keep my head low so they don't see me. I open the door and get in. I was thinking about wearing them only in school and not in the car with them, but I really can't see without them. I probably would have tripped on my way to his car since I already can't see out of one eye. "Hey guys, how's your morning?" I move my hair so the can't see my glasses. "Good, what about you dear?" I smile once I hear dear. "It's going alright, better now that I'm with you guys." I feel Ashley's arms come around my neck. "Hey, baby." he whispers in my ear seductively. "Wanna tickle my pickle?" I lightly back hand his face and push his arms off of me. "It's to early for that. Give me a few more hours then I'll deal with your pervertedness." He slumps back in his seat and sighs. I giggle at how strange he is. "What's on your face?" He asks.

Notes

***Any Questions? I'd be more than happy to answer.***