Dad has been pestering me all week about college. "Lena, you do reliase if you don't apply you might regret it your whole life" "Lena you can't be a tattoo artist".
Lena this, Lena that. Give me a break already! Geez, it's my life not yours. Of course I never say these things to him. Afterall he just wants to make sure I succeed in life like he did.
I was going through my draws in my desk and I found this check list I made earlier this year..
Things I want to achieve
Get a apartment.
Go into tattoo artist training.
Get new clothes
Get a dog or cat
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Wow, what lame things to have on a bucket list. Most people would say sky diving whilst I've put get new clothes, this feels more like a to do list if anything. The saddest part was I haven't achieved any of the things on the list. I still wear my clothes from freshman year for goodness sake. Though dad says he has bought a apartment for me, and as much as I don't want to use his money I do want to move out so I guess you could say I've achieved that. I continue going through the draws and found a old picture of me and Derek. I smile, I must admit we do look cute together. I put the picture in my suitcase. I've gone through my desk now I just need to go through my memory box. I open it carefully, geez it's old. Afterall I did make this when I was like thirteen. There's a range of objects inside. The first day of thing I see is a picture of me and Catrina, my old friend. She moved away from my hometown 3 years ago. She kind of gave me the idea to become emo. She had dyed her hair black, I remember her parents were so mad and accused me of influencing it. She gave me my favourite leather jacket too, it was my 14th birthday. I'm surprised it still fits me. The next thing I spot is a bracelet that my dad's ex girlfriend gave me. Yikes, it's ugly. She gave this to me when we first met, little did I know she would hook up with another dude and break my dad's heart. I throw the bracelet in the bin. The other stuff are pictures. Most of them are of me and Derek. I spot one picture of mum, it's one of the only pictures I have of her. She passed away whilst giving birth to me. She had long blonde hair with her tips dyed red. She is the reason I dyed my hair red. I put everything else back in the memory box in my suit case. My room look quite empty. Dad says he'll keep my dad here in case I want to stay the night over ever. I doubt I will but its still a kind gesture. My phone vibrates. I checked my messages. Derek has texted me
Our text conversation
Derek: Hey babe, just got a Invation from a party wanna go with me?
Me: I'm packing to move in my apartment, I thought u were going to help me? 😡
Derek: Shit babe
Derek: I forgot sorry, I'll come over right now, k? :c
Me: k 😑
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I wasn't that mad plus I didn't have many stuff I could easily do it on my own but the truth was I wanted him to be with me on this special day. I wanted to ask him to move in with me..
We had already talked about it but I still wanted him to do it for real.
Ten minutes later Derek arrives.
"Hey babe!" He says smiling. I hug him.
"Took you long enough" I say smiling.
We take a cab to my new apartment. I can feel my heart drumming. I was so excited.
"Wow, I don't think I've ever seen you so excited" Says Derek kissing me.
Finally we've arrived. I pay the taxi.
We walk in together. The apartment way bigger then Derek's. There's two bathrooms. One bedroom. And a lounge and office. Everything is quite bare all painted white, it felt like a canvas ready to be painted.
"It's so.. Big" Derek said looking around in awe.
"I'm so excited to buy furniture and paint it!"
I say squeezing Derek's hand.
"We could go buy some paint right now..". Says Derek.
My eyes lit up.
We go and buy buckets of paint and some decor.
Derek paints the lounge a light grey, whilst I paint the bedroom dark blue. There's already a sofa in the lounge, I assume dad has bought it and put it there for me. I hang up some paintings Derek have drawn for me. Derek wants to go to art school, ever since we met we bonded over Metallica and art.
"Babe, good news the TV works!" Derek says sitting down putting on his favorite show. "I can come over and watch TV at your place now!" As if he didn't already do it at my dad's place.
"Erm, yeah totally. But actually I've been meaning to talk to you about that." I stutter. "Dude, you never stutter, you okay babe?" he looks genuinely concerned which is cute. I sit next to him. "Will you move in with me?" I ask closing my eyes waiting for his answer. "Of course babe!" I pull him in for a kiss. "I should probably pack my stuff" He says getting up.
"Okay babe, see you in thirty minutes." We kiss again and he then goes. I smile looking at him from our window. He waves at me, as I blow him a kiss. I decide to start ordering furniture whilst he's gone. I order a few bookshelves and a desk for the office. Though I do end up getting distracted and buy some clothes too. I hear a ping from my phone, its Trevor. Trevor is my old childhood friend, I've known him for around 13 years now, meaning I've known him before he was a guy. Yes Trevor is a transgender male. I remember when he was 8 and shaved his head because he hated having it long. I've been supporting him through his transition and today's the day he has his major surgery.
Mine and Trevors text conversation.
Trevor: Damn today's the day.
Me: Ahhhh I'm so excited and nervous for u.u better get ur mum to text me and tell me you're okay once you've had it.😏
Trevor: yea yea course
Trevor: alright, Ily and I'll see you later.
Me: Okay! Love you too byee
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I suddenly get another message whilst texting Trevor bye.
It's on instagram. The user is called Catrina Williamsx.
Her and mine Instagram messages
Catrina : omfg, can't believe i found your insta acc.
Me: Who is this?
Catrina: Lena, you're kidding rite?
(Yes I know she can't spell to save her life.)
Me: Olivia if this is a prank it's not funny, seriously I told you Catrina would never reach out to me.
Catrina : And why wouldn't I exacly?
Me: Geez, you've even got her horrible spelling too.
Catrina: Fine, I'll prove it's me. You shit your pants when you were 5 years old, so you took of your underwear and put them in the bin and blamed it on Tanya.
Me: TF.. Shit it really is you.
Catrina : Sure is. Anyway ill pretend you haven't insulted me. How's life? Are you in colege now? :0
Me: erm no actually. I've just moved in with my boyfriend in a apartment though.
Catrina : You have a boyfriend? :0 And I've also moved in with my partner.
Me: Yeah, his name is Derek, and cool! What's your boyfriend's name.
Catrina : My girlfriend's name is Lyla, we met at High school.
Me: oh. So you're like gay?
Catrina : I'm not gonna lie I've been gay ever since I was 12 years old. You were my first girl crush actually.
I didn't reply, I had many emotions in my head.