Sweat pants, hair tied, chillin' with no make-up on, that's when you're the prettiest I hope that you don't take it wrong(:

Okay, this is a question for all of the girls; you know those days when you just absolutely hate how you look? The days where your self esteem is so impossibly low you wonder how anybody will ever love you? And that you think you're the bitchiest person in the world, well Thursday was one of those days...





I got up and took a good look in the mirror. My normally wavy hair was tangled in a messy bun my eyes blood shot from being exhausted and my face was really pale, needless to say I was not in any mood to deal with anybody. My game plan for the day was to watch Gray's Anatomy and Supernatural, sit on my ass, and be done with it, but does anything ever go my way? No. -.- I had my sweat pants and tank top on watching Yang and Hunt argue when there was a knock at the door, I prayed to god that Curly would get it, but no! God forbid that boy do one little thing for me!



I walked up, and whipped open the door and immediately wanted to shoot myself in the face. It was Johnny. FUCK MY LIFEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I LOOKED LIKE THE GRIM REAPER HIMSELF! Why me? I have the worst luck ever to myself. And while I stood there whispering multiple swears to myself Johnny just stood there with his lopsided grin that always made my heart melt; except for today.



"Shit, hi Johnny." I mumbled tucking a stray hair behind my ear, trying to make me look some what presentable to him.

"Hey, sorry I just stopped in, I miss you." He looked down as he said this blushing a little bit. I groaned to myself in my head, since he was all cute I had to let him in now and not kick him out and call him later.



I moved back and let him in he took his jacket off and put it on the counter. And ran his hands through his hair.
"You look beautiful." He looked down as he said it so his face was practically tucked into his chest and it was all jumbled together so it sounded more like, 'to mook hoohull." I completely freaked out, looking back now it was absolutely humiliating that I acted like this. I looked away and could feel my face burning a bright red, I knew I shouldn't have let him in. I started to speed walk away to the bathroom. Now so was not the day to fuck with me. I locked the door and sat on the toilet with my knees tucked up under my chin and I could hear Johnny banging on the door. "Angela? I'm sorry, that was really awkward I didn't mean for it to be that way, please open the door, I don't want you to be sad, I want you to be happy and good and yourself!" He practically screamed this through the door.

After fifteen minutes I felt bad and it was all just down hill from there, I opened the door and buried my head in his chest, he wasn't expecting it so when I hugged him he flew backward into the wall. It was kind of embarrassing actually.

"Sorry, my bad." I laughed into his shirt. "No, no, it's okay, are you alright? I didn't mean to say that, it was one of those things that sound better in your head, ya know?" He had to look down at me as he said this me being so short and all. -.- "Oh no! It's not your fault, I was just being over sensitive and thought you were making fun of me because of how crappy I looked." "You're crazy, I think you look great, I was being 100% serious." He smiled. I hugged him and he said, "I love you." I almost dropped dead.

"You what?" I asked mouth hanging open. "I love you." He said confidently to my face. "No way." I said out loud. God, I was so stupid I didn't mean to say that out loud. "Umm, yes way!" He said kissing me on the forehead. "Newsflash dude, I kinda love you too!" I said laughing. "You do?" He said unsure. Did I? I was pretty sure, and that was good enough for me, so I said, "I do!" "Good." :D and then we went into my room which lead to...other things.... :P and let's just say you don't want details.