Three Things That Absolutely Make My Life A Living Hell By Ally Dawson
1) I am swamped between trying to make time for Trish, Dallas, and my job.
2) Lately my hair has become a freaking tumbleweed.
3) I am in love; With my best friend's boyfriend… Or at least, I fantasize about him.
This list, specifically 1 and 3, have been getting worse lately. Between work, and trying to keep my boyfriend and two best friends happy, I barely have time to take a shit without someone interrupting. I feel like I'm juggling everything and my arms are quickly growing heavy and exhausted.
To top off the list of things that kind of suck, I'm living with my best friend's said boyfriend, and the dwelling and currently growing feelings that are there are making that a disaster, all in itself
I mean, what kind of best friend lusts and pines after someone who isn't even their boyfriend?
Especially when they, themselves have a boyfriend. Dallas was great, and everything… I mean, he was caring, sweet, and he treated me alright. So, I failed to see why I wanted someone that I couldn't have.
**Flashback to Monday*
It started on a regular Monday, where I awoke to Nicki Minaj shrieking in my ear. " Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass a little more.
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor.
You know we getting hotter, and hotter;
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down.
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!"
Pound the alarm? Now that sounded like a dapper idea. I groaned and fumbled with my hand to shut the damn alarm off. Unfortunately in my haste, I leaned too far and fell off my bed with a thud. I held my head and glared at the alarm.
I was going to kill Satan… Or, Austin's little brother, Scottie, as his parents had written on his birth certificate. I knew the little shitstick had recently been in my room, because there was no way that I would ever willingly listen to Nicki Minaj;
I was more of a Ed Sheeran, Led Zeppelin, and Hinder kind of girl. He was dead, plain and simple. In the wise words of Bart Simpson "I didn't do it. Nobody saw me do it. You can't prove anything."
Since I was now up, I figured that it was maybe time to fix my hair and make myself appear somewhat human looking. I got up with great reluctance and shuffled my way towards the bathroom which, luckily for me, was unoccupied. This was quite the rarity, since usually his asshat brother got into the bathroom before me.
Suddenly I was shoved out of the way, and managed to fall onto the floor, as the bathroom door slammed shut. Damn it, he had managed to get in there before me after all. I sigh, of course he would make it there before me. Scottie does anything in his power to ruin my life.
I hear a chuckle behind me and I glance up, to see Austin standing above me. I feel embarrassment sweep over me. Of course he had to see me when I looked like a potato.
"What exactly are you doing down there, Ally?" Austin asked, and I could hear the amusement in his voice.
I roll my eyes, and prepare to get up. "Oh, you know, I thought I would hug the floor today, because it looked a little lonely."
He chuckles and offers a hand to me, and I reluctantly take it. I dust myself off, take one look at the still occupied bathroom, and sigh. "You know, I kind of hate your brother. I need a shower, and he's going to take all the hot water again."
"Yeah, he's a little brat. Sucks to suck. You better not make me late, though. Since you're riding with Trish and I today."
And with that, he walks off. God, I hate him. Or at least, I wish I did.
