The next morning Wake Up by Arcade Fire blasted as my alarm. The song, oddly, enough, indicates it's time to get up.
Yesterday, I decided to wake up early because I wanted to make breakfast for Mom, Jackson, and I. I'd say my dad but he usually leaves before Mom.
I sit up and stretch while still listening to the song. I usually need an upbeat song that I like to wake me up and keep me from falling back asleep. I sit in bed for a good ten minutes more before getting up. I take my phone with me and put headphones on. Listening to my Soft Songs playlist as I search for an outfit for the day, "Talking to the Moon" by Bruno Mars begins playing. I of course start to sing along. Because of my headphones, I didn't realize anyone was in my room until I turned toward my doorway to see dad admiring my singing.
"You have a beautiful voice, you know that right?" his sincerity echoes in his voice.
"Yeah, I know." I felt my cheeks blush, I'm not used to compliments.
"I just wanted to come see you since you woke up early before I left for work." I'm sure he was lying, so I countered. "Oh, come on dad, we both know that isn't true. You never do that unless you're up to something." I folded my arms a smug smile on my face.
"Fine, you got me! I just wanted to make sure you're dressing appropriately for school." He finally admitted. "Well you just have to trust your daughter's ability to dress appropriately. You're gonna be late for work, but don't forget your tie." "Oh dammit, I always forget the tie. Love you sweetheart." He walked over and kissed me gently on my forehead. "Love you too dad."
As I continued looking for clothes, my dad unexpectedly popped his head in my room again.
"Sweetie, I just remembered. I had your prescription transferred to the CVS up the street, you'll need to pick it up today after school."
"Yeah, I will..... Thanks dad."
It's always uncomfortable talking to my parents about that stuff. I feel like they constantly walk on eggshells around me whenever they bring up my medication or any issues. It's kind of annoying! Brushing off the slight issue, I grabbed my phone and looked at the weather app. It said rain for most of the day, which is odd for LA considering the whole drought. I chose to wear something a little more casual than yesterday. I placed my clothes on the bed before walking into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once finished, I got dressed into some ripped blue jeans. Put on a hoodie, shoes… both Adidas, and a plain black baseball cap.
I crept downstairs to start breakfast while Jackson was still asleep.
I made sure to grab my phone and headphones so I could listen to music. I decided to make something pretty easy, peppers and eggs, an Italian breakfast. I began to cut the peppers and onions into strips and put them in the frying pan with some seasoning. Once they were just about done sautéing, I added the eggs after whisking them in a bowl. I covered it so it could cook a bit longer while I grabbed some Italian bread and cut it into a sub before placing them in the toaster.
I absolutely love the song, "Control" by Camila Cabello and when it came on I instantly started moving my hips to the beat. I took the peppers and eggs off the stove and pulled the toasted subs out of the toaster. I placed the three subs on separate plates and began to fill them up with the peppers and eggs, giving Jackson the most on his.
By the time that was done, it was well past the time Jackson would normally wake up. I pulled out my headphones for a moment and listened closely and I heard him walking through the floor above me. A few seconds later Mom sauntered down the stairs and Jackson was following close behind.
"Do I smell peppers and eggs??" Jackson's nose playfully sniffed the air, I laughed… it reminded me of a dog looking for food. "You sure do! I made breakfast for us and I know how much you love peppers and eggs." How sweet! Thank you honey." Mom looked over the food a huge smile on her face. "Yes! See this is why we keep you around Nicole." Jackson elbowed me in the side, smiling. "Ha, ha! Very funny Jackson. You know I'm trying so hard to think of why you're kept around but, I just can't." We both started laughing.
"Ok kids, let's just enjoy our breakfast with each other. Huh?" Mom teased. I plated the food and set the table.
Once we were finished mom loaded the dishwasher so that we could get to school otherwise they would sit all day and get gross; since this was my normal chore, I thanked her greatly.
Jackson and I decided to carpool and we both piled into his truck. The radio blasted the entire drive and just as we were about to pull into the school, "Get Low" by Ying Yang Twins came on. I was shocked since it was such a throwback. Jackson and I immediately looked at each other as he cranked it up so as loud as it would go; I know you could hear it from outside the car. We sang the lyrics at the top of our lungs, "To the window to the wall, to that wall. To the sweat DROP DOWN MY BALLS…" We got out of the car laughing so hard.
I saw Evan conversing with some girls underneath the schools covered front steps. He saw me, smiled and headed towards us.
"That was so funny. You should've seen the faces of everybody when they heard that song. I was dying of laughter cause the... the guy..... the jock.. he was like... what the fuck... and his face.... priceless." Evan said in between immense laughter.
We started laughing along until I checked the time and saw we only had 10 minutes until class. The three of us walked into school and headed to our lockers; Evan followed me to my locker.
I looked at Evan noting his impeccable style…. "Aren't you gonna go to your locker?"
"I'm already there." He chuckled.
"We're locker neighbors? How come I've not seen you here?" I all but screamed.
"I guess, because I got my books earlier than you on the first day both times." He laughed at me.
"Ohhhh ok."
"So I actually have gym with you today."
I looked at him still smiling, "Ooh fun."
"Bitch, that ain't fun. I get all sweaty and sticky. Ew!" He exaggerated, and we both laughed.
"I mean, at least you'll have me there." I winked.
"Truth." he said as we went our separate ways.