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Save your heart.
*** you.
We already got a tan and we had only been there one day. There was another day left, but we weren't as white as the moon anymore. Well, we were not white as the moon; we lived in Arizona, and it's pretty rare to find milky white people in Arizona. I usually tend to exaggerate. We went out to have dinner - we liked the hotel restaurant, but it was our only night in San Diego and we wanted to sorta explore the city. No that we explored a lot, but we walked around and found a decent-looking restaurant, so we walked in. It was a Chinese restaurant. I love Chinese food. Chinese people were really nice. Really nice and really good cooks. Summing up, Chinese food kills me.
After dinner, we walked close to the beach holding hands. It was so romantic I almost melt.
"Fancy a 'Would you rather...'?" I said.
"Sure, I start." He smiled. "Would you rather eat pineapple for the rest or your live, or..." he knew I hated pineapple "suck poison out of a snake bite?"
"I ain't giving up on my food, old chap. Suck the poison." I laughed. "My turn." I cleared my throat "Tattooing your entire face black or getting dreads?"
"Easy. Dreads 'cause I can chop them off after." He laughed. "Okay, travel across the country walking or chase me?" He said, laughed again and started running away.
"NO WAY!" I obviously had to start running. He had long legs and ran super fast, plus, I had no idea where our hotel was. "Oh, come on!" I laughed but kept running. "Imma hit chu with ma purse when I get cha, Jawn." I knew that would make him laugh, which would make him run slower, which would be a chance for me to get him. He was only a couple feet away when he looked back and saw me. We both stopped running. "I'm sweating and I hate you." I laughed and grabbed him by the arm so he would not escape this time.
"We just burnt all the calories. Don't thank me, it's okay." He laughed and we kept walking.
We soon turned around and walked to the hotel since we were planning on going early to the beach next morning. It took us like 40 minutes to get to the hotel, where something I didn't expect happened.
We walked in to the elevator, but when the doors where closing, a hand stopped them and opened them. It was Helena, and she was drunk. What the hell was she doing there.
"What the fuck." I said. John's face was blank, he couldn't believe it either. Holy shit this girl was everywhere.
"You bitch." She came towards me. "John was mine before you came and you fucking fucked me up." She was pointing to me with her index finger, her drink on her other hand. She was in the elevator when the doors closed behind her.
"How many times do I have to tell you that we had nothing, Helena." John said calmly.
"We were in love, John! And then this bitch came and took you away from me." She insisted. John had told me about his story with Helena. She had called me bitch twice by the time we arrived to the 3rd floor, so it was time I was a bitch already. I could be the biggest bitch in the history of the bitches, I just tried to stay calm.
"Hooking up once or twice is not being in a relationship, get over it and grow up. And don't call me bitch."
"Why, bitch?" What the fuck was wrong with this girl? Was it a coincidence that she was there or did she know we were going to San Diego? And the hotel we were staying at? She was Halvo's girlfriend's friend, and Halvo was a good friend of John. It could be.
"I did karate for 6 years. Get the fuck off our hotel." John pushed the 'lobby' button.
"If you don't believe me, John even gave me this bracelet!" She spilled her drink all over me, trying to show me a silver bracelet. "So you're the second choice, just so you know." She wasn't even making sense. How could I be the second choice if they weren't even dating? I just hate girls sometimes. I sometimes wish I could be a boy, too.
"What the actual fuck, Helena, I didn't give you anything except for my saliva!" That made me laugh a little. "Which wasn't even worth it, anyway." He muttered so Helena wouldn't hear him.
"Leave us alone. Please." The elevator doors opened and I pushed her out. I just wanted to hit her so bad, but it just wasn't right. Hitting wasn't right. It got me in such bad mood that John and I didn't speak for the rest of the night. We went to the 3rd floor again, got in the room, took our clothes off and slept until next morning. We were not angry with each other, it was just that that ridiculous scene made me sick. A though flashed through my mind; if Helena hated me like that, how would even the fans accept me? Those fans that wish they could be me, or those fans that could see me as a gold digger.
They say that after a good sleep, you mind feels more clear and you can see things straight, and it was true. When we woke up, we went to the beach, had lunch, got in the car and drove back home. It had been a wonderful day, and it had been a wonderful trip. Leaving aside the Helena incident, the trip was almost perfect. I once again realised that John was the one for me.
After dinner, we walked close to the beach holding hands. It was so romantic I almost melt.
"Fancy a 'Would you rather...'?" I said.
"Sure, I start." He smiled. "Would you rather eat pineapple for the rest or your live, or..." he knew I hated pineapple "suck poison out of a snake bite?"
"I ain't giving up on my food, old chap. Suck the poison." I laughed. "My turn." I cleared my throat "Tattooing your entire face black or getting dreads?"
"Easy. Dreads 'cause I can chop them off after." He laughed. "Okay, travel across the country walking or chase me?" He said, laughed again and started running away.
"NO WAY!" I obviously had to start running. He had long legs and ran super fast, plus, I had no idea where our hotel was. "Oh, come on!" I laughed but kept running. "Imma hit chu with ma purse when I get cha, Jawn." I knew that would make him laugh, which would make him run slower, which would be a chance for me to get him. He was only a couple feet away when he looked back and saw me. We both stopped running. "I'm sweating and I hate you." I laughed and grabbed him by the arm so he would not escape this time.
"We just burnt all the calories. Don't thank me, it's okay." He laughed and we kept walking.
We soon turned around and walked to the hotel since we were planning on going early to the beach next morning. It took us like 40 minutes to get to the hotel, where something I didn't expect happened.
We walked in to the elevator, but when the doors where closing, a hand stopped them and opened them. It was Helena, and she was drunk. What the hell was she doing there.
"What the fuck." I said. John's face was blank, he couldn't believe it either. Holy shit this girl was everywhere.
"You bitch." She came towards me. "John was mine before you came and you fucking fucked me up." She was pointing to me with her index finger, her drink on her other hand. She was in the elevator when the doors closed behind her.
"How many times do I have to tell you that we had nothing, Helena." John said calmly.
"We were in love, John! And then this bitch came and took you away from me." She insisted. John had told me about his story with Helena. She had called me bitch twice by the time we arrived to the 3rd floor, so it was time I was a bitch already. I could be the biggest bitch in the history of the bitches, I just tried to stay calm.
"Hooking up once or twice is not being in a relationship, get over it and grow up. And don't call me bitch."
"Why, bitch?" What the fuck was wrong with this girl? Was it a coincidence that she was there or did she know we were going to San Diego? And the hotel we were staying at? She was Halvo's girlfriend's friend, and Halvo was a good friend of John. It could be.
"I did karate for 6 years. Get the fuck off our hotel." John pushed the 'lobby' button.
"If you don't believe me, John even gave me this bracelet!" She spilled her drink all over me, trying to show me a silver bracelet. "So you're the second choice, just so you know." She wasn't even making sense. How could I be the second choice if they weren't even dating? I just hate girls sometimes. I sometimes wish I could be a boy, too.
"What the actual fuck, Helena, I didn't give you anything except for my saliva!" That made me laugh a little. "Which wasn't even worth it, anyway." He muttered so Helena wouldn't hear him.
"Leave us alone. Please." The elevator doors opened and I pushed her out. I just wanted to hit her so bad, but it just wasn't right. Hitting wasn't right. It got me in such bad mood that John and I didn't speak for the rest of the night. We went to the 3rd floor again, got in the room, took our clothes off and slept until next morning. We were not angry with each other, it was just that that ridiculous scene made me sick. A though flashed through my mind; if Helena hated me like that, how would even the fans accept me? Those fans that wish they could be me, or those fans that could see me as a gold digger.
They say that after a good sleep, you mind feels more clear and you can see things straight, and it was true. When we woke up, we went to the beach, had lunch, got in the car and drove back home. It had been a wonderful day, and it had been a wonderful trip. Leaving aside the Helena incident, the trip was almost perfect. I once again realised that John was the one for me.