Love Me- Katy Perry (from her badass album)

It was a Wednesday morning. I awoke at nine in the morning and promptly got dressed in my work cloths: my swimsuit, shorts, and flip-flops. I styled my hair into a curly messy bun and tied a red bandana around my head. I also did my make-up, all waterproof by the way. As I got ready I checked the weather on my phone and when I was done I threw my phone back on my bed.

“Shit,” I muttered to myself.

It’s supposed to rain and storm all day long. At least the majority of the lifeguard stands have umbrellas. All in all, I like my job. Sure, it sucks sitting in the sun the whole time, having to yell at idiot kids all of the time, and everyone I work with is a bitch. Wow, my job sucks and the sad thing is I could list so much more stuff. I had got that job in the first place because I love swimming, but I guess I’m an idiot because the only time I touch water is when I’m testing the water and when I’m drinking from my water bottle. Still, I need the money since I’m going to college soon and I’ve been working as a lifeguard since I was 15, so I’m used to it by now.

Another thing about my job is, even though it’s raining today, it will probably be busy because it’s a nice pool, which is great for the swimmers, but not for me. It had two of those average sized slides for a waterpark, a yellow slide that has three slides combined side-by-side that’s about seven feet tall, which is for kids. There is also a slide for little, little kids which is orange and two side-by-side slides that are five feet high. Finally, there’s my favorite that never really has a line which is a blue drop slide. The pool also had three pools; one is a kid’s pool with multiple swings and toys to climb on like that, many diving blocks for the swim team, a lazy river, and two diving boards.  

I sighed and grabbed the keys to my shitty old car that barely functioned and began driving to the pool which was about ten to fifteen minutes away from my house. I was only on the road for five minutes when it started acting up and making weird noises and within a few seconds later I had to pull over because my car completely broke down.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!” I continuously got louder and louder as I banged my palms on my steering wheel.

I sighed and covered my face with my hands as I leaned back in my chair. I sat there like that for a few minutes before I got less stupid and went through my bag to try to find my phone. I repeatedly rummaged through my purse until I leaned back in my seat again and covered my face with my both of my hands.

“Shit,” I muttered once again then leaned forward while taking my hands off of my face, “Shit! I left my phone on my bed!” I yelled angrily.

I sighed once again and grabbed my bag and decided that I might as well walk somewhere. I opened my car door, got out, and began walking in the direction of my work. I only walked for one whole minute before it began to pour.

“Shit!” I screamed towards the sky for the last time, and this one was the loudest of all of the ‘shits’.

I think that’s a record for how many times I’ve said ‘shit’ in one day.

‘Nahhh, you actually cuss A LOT.’

Shut up.

I grudgingly stalk back to my car, soaking wet. I sat in the driver’s seat and got everything around me in the car wet. I giggle remembering this one time when Elodie and I were little and both of our intermediate families went downtown to the Citygarden.

It was in the middle of summer and we were there all day. Anyways, after a while it got dark and there was this space that was covered in black tile, shiny from water. This tile held tons of fountains equidistant from each other. They were all on timers so that they go on and off with little squirts of water that reached like three or four feet in the air, maybe; I can’t quite remember, I was shorter then. Well, to get to the point, I’m sure your quite confused with the point of my story, these small fountains, like ones you would see at a waterpark, had lights at the bottom so that they all lit up with all of the colors of the rainbow. The mixtures of pretty colors, other kids playing, and water in the heat enticed our elementary school minds and we stood there trying to get attention of our parents, but they were too busy talking, so we played!

We got SOAKED. We jumped, laughed, and fell on our ass a few times from running on the slick ground. Anyways, after running around and playing in a little pool of water with a sculpture of a boat, then getting yelled at by people who worked there, we returned to our parents. The stood there dumbfounded as they didn’t even noticed that we left their side for fifteen whole minutes. Parents of the year, right? Well, I remember going into my parent’s car giggling and soaking wet as my mom yelled ‘good thing we have pleather seats!’

I continued to giggle to myself while thinking of the memory completely ignoring the storm outside of my window which was getting increasingly worse until I jumped at the sound of a knock on my window. The drops of rain were beating my window so hard that all I saw was a blurred figure, so I rolled down my window only about an inch so that the person wouldn’t kill me and so that I wouldn’t get any more water in the car than there already was.

I’m gonna get raped by a creepy homeless person on the freeway, aren’t I?

‘Damn straight. Good luck!’ my conscience commented.

I looked out of the little slit and gave the person a ‘WTF’ face.

“Get in on the passenger side,” I sighed then rolled up my window and threw my purse in the back seat.

“Hey,” Jeremy said as he shut the door and sat next to me.

“What are you doing here,” I said a little bitchier than I would have liked as I moved my body to face him.

“Well, I kind-of figured only stupid people sit on the side of the road in a storm for fun,” he replied the quickly added, “And you’re not stupid.”

“Thanks, but how did you know this was me, or do you try to  break into every car you see parked?”

He blushed, “I remembered seeing this car in your driveway.”

“Well, thanks,” I lightened up my tone just a little.

I mean, I can’t really be mad at the guy he has only been nice to me. He took me on a date and is like saving my life right now. Okay, the second thing is a little dramatized, but, still, I hadn’t really planned on how I was going to get myself out of this predicament. I took this moment of silence to examine him. He was soaking wet, of course, and drops of water were falling from his hair and onto the floor of my car. His wet tee-shirt clung to his chest and stomach.

 ‘Hot.’

Damn straight. Wait, no. Fuck off!

He cleared his throat and I snapped back into consciousness.

“Where do you need me to take you?” he asked.

“Well,” I sighed, “I was going to work-“

“I can take you there,” he interrupted me.

“But,” I continued after giving him a look, “I’m probably already fired. I’m super late and this isn’t the first time this has happened because of this stupid car!” I suddenly got quite angry and banged my feet on the ground and my fists on the wheel.

He placed an arm around me and I stiffened up.

“I can just take you home then.”

“Okay,” I sighed as I relaxed a little.

We exited my car and walked to his which was parked right behind mine.

How did I miss that?

‘Well, for starters, you’re stupid.’

Shut up!

I sighed and kicked the wheel of my car as I looked down at the ground and looked depressed then, suddenly, the hub cap popped off and I screamed then sighed once again.

‘Shit, that was scary!’

Why did I have to buy such a shitty car?

‘Because you’re broke.”

And now I don’t have a job. Stupid vicious cycles!

We drove back to my house and he walked me to my front door.

“So,” I said as stood in my doorway, now in the house, “I’ll give you some money for gas.”

“You don’t have to,” he replied.

“It’s fine,” I said as I turned around and placed my purse on the coffee table so that I could rummage through it.

“Yeah, okay. Then, I’ll just go home… soaking wet… To my empty, lonely hotel room,” his words lingered away.

“Damn it,” I muttered into my purse so that he could hear me and rolled my eyes since my back was to him.

‘Don’t be a bitch,’ my conscience scolded.

You know I never asked for a conscience.

“Would you like to stay here for a little; my parents won’t be home all day,” I sighed.

“Alright!” he smiled and his fake sadness faded away as he walked through the front door.

“Actors,” I rolled my eyes, “I’m going to go to my parent’s room and get you some clothes then we can both change.”

“Alright.”

We both changed and he walked out of the bathroom in jeans and a simple white shirt. I had put on distressed high-waisted denim shorts, a navy blue crop top that was spotted with white and had a sweetheart neckline with a bow, and light beige TOMS. I also kept my hair in its previous messy bun and added some pearl studs.

He was totally checking me out as I walked by, but I ignored it and went straight to the pantry since I was starving.

“We have no food!” I groaned.

“Yeah, I’m kind-of hungry now that you mention it,” he added from behind me.

“Great!” I said sarcastically, “I’ll just order some Imo’s. What do you like? Sausage? Pepperoni? Just cheese?”

“Imo’s?” he gave me a confused look.

I rolled my eyes and gave him an ‘are you stupid’ look back.

“Well, apparently you’re a little slow; note, the acting career choice. Pizza. How do you like your pizza?” I said in an extremely annoyed voice and as if I was talking to a child.

“What did you say about my career choices?”

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” I placed my index and middle finger on my temple and my thumb on the hinge of my jaw, then rested my elbow on the kitchen counter, “You can only understand one sentence at a time. I’m just going to order plain cheese. You can imagine toppings.”

I pulled out my phone and called Imo’s.

“You have a pizza place on speed dial!?” He clutched his stomach as he laughed uncontrollably at me.

‘Who doesn’t?’

Damn straight.

I held my index finger up to shush him as I continued to order the pizza, then, after I finished, walked into the living room and sat on the couch.

“Now, what were you saying about acting?” he said as he followed me to the couch and sat down on the end opposite of me.

“I’m just saying that there are plenty of people who work extremely hard to make you and the movie look great and then the actors go in and take the majority of the credit,” I said and looked at his expression then continued, “Sorry, bud, but you’re at the bottom of the food chain. You have no power and I don’t roll that way.”

I shrugged.

“I’ll change your mind. Well, at least about me,” he smirked as I turned on the TV.

After about a half an hour the doorbell rang and barking exploded from down stairs.

“I didn’t know you had a dog,” he said as I went to my purse to get money.

“Yeah, she’s a cutie, but I leave her in the laundry room when no one’s home so she doesn’t get into my stuff and make a mess. I’ll get her when you leave because she would freak if she saw you,” I opened the door paid the pizza man and took the pizza, “Thank you.”

Then I shut the door. I carried the box over to the kitchen table. I opened up the pizza box and I smiled as he got this disgusted look on his face. I then turned around to face the cabinet and I grabbed some paper plates.

“What is that?” he asked as he leaned down to get eye level with the pizza.

“Pizza,” I looked at him like he was stupid.

“It’s like paper thin.”

I laughed uncontrollably, “That’s the point. You’re in St. Louis sweetheart; you’re going to eat St. Louis style pizza.”

“What exactly is St. Louis style pizza?” he stood back up.

“That,” I laughed again.

“You know what I mean.”

“It’s thin crust with provel cheese,” I smiled as I got a few slices of the square cut pizza.

We both sat on the couch and began eating out pizza.

“This is really good!” he exclaimed.

“I thought you would like it,” I smirked.

A few minutes later I talk again while smiling down at my pizza as I remembered how silly I was as a child, “I remember that I used to think that all pizza was like this.”

“If I would have seen this as a kid I would have thought that it was from Mars,” he looked at the pizza like it was some foreign object as he held it in the air.

I laughed at his idiocy, “Girls go to college to get more knowledge. Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider,” I teased and stuck my tongue out as I patted his nose with my index finger with each word I spoke.

We continued to talk and laugh with each other about practically anything. I looked up and blushed as I bit my lip and looked at him. He laughed at my last comment about my family. Damn, his smile is so cute, and his face is gorgeous, and he’s sweet, and he’s really funny.

‘You’re falling in love.’

No! I’m not over Brayden yet!

“We should hang out more before I leave,” he said with his damn cute smile.

“Uh huh,” I nodded while looking over enthusiastic as I was kind-of battling myself in my head at the moment and I’m getting a little distracted.

Oh my fucking god. Just love me.

Shit.

I think I am falling in love.

OH SHITTTTTT!!!

Don’t forget Gwen totally makes a cross-over in my other story Limited Time Deal, so go check it out because the two stories do cross-over every once in a while and I think it’s really cool how they add extra information to the other story.  EVEN THROUGH IT’S STUPID BECAUSE IT’S THE SAME GUY AND DIFFERENT STORIES! BAHAHAHAHA!!!

Sorry if this is late (can't remember), but i've been super busy redoing my room all by myself but it looks so cool!!!

By the way, I love 5SOS, Katy, and B.o.B. so expect a lot of their songs :)