On the Friday afternoon of April 27th, I walked home from school with my girlfriend Hayley. It was beyond hot outside (maybe that was just because Hayley was here (see this shit is why she dates me)) as you can guess for the weather of San Diego, but it seemed worse than usual.

Maybe it was because I was wearing my blue hipster jeans (they're slashed to pieces as I did so in a fit of rage) and a bellytop that actually showed 0% belly, but I'd no idea. I just know it was hot, and I was sweating like I had a goddamn fever.

Both Hayley and I reached my house, only to find my dad's car missing, meaning he obviously wasn't home. Jess (my stepmom) was also away on vacation, so she obviously wasn't home either. And what did I forget today? My house key. I was beyond slow in the brain at times. I stood in the middle of my driveway waiting for inspiration on what to do.

"Are you gonna let us both in or leave us out here to sweat ourselves dry?" Hayley asked me, walking back to stand with me. I frowned.

"No key. We're stuck here until Dad gets home." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, still waiting for that inspiration. Hayley ran her fingertips along my arm, giving me the shivers in the best way possible.

"Don't you have a spare key under the doormat, though? I thought I remember your dad saying something about that." I looked at her in confusion. "Yeah, it was one time when I was at your house for dinner. You were probably on your phone, you know how you are."

"What was that supposed to mean?" I stood on my tiptoes in order to be level with her. "Don't be mean, I'm little."

"You're not little, you're eight months younger and four inches shorter than I am. You're perfect." And this is why I date her; she's so fucking smooth.

She kissed me then, like really nice and hard, but I'll spare the details for any homophobes out there. I hope the neighbors enjoyed the spectacle of the two teenage girls making out in the Preciado driveway. Lord knows Mr. Sarcowsky will have something to say about it.

I found the key then, and let us both in, mostly because i was dying for the bathroom.

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Once we'd gotten food and had cooled down a bit , myself and Hayley settled down to do homework, because we had tons. Since I was only a freshman and she a sophomore, there wasn't much we could help each other on, which was sad. The only thing we could help each other with was holding hands under the table and sharing a pair of earbuds (that's the kinda gay shit our relationship consists of).

Homework took about an hour and a half tops, which wasn't as bad as predicted. Then, we took it upon ourselves to make, like, dinner I suppose you'd call it. We had a minor argument over what to have, to which I sat in a sulk on the countertop just because I was annoyed.

Of course, Hayley comes over to me and puts her arms around my waist, fuelling another brief make out session "because why not", as she says. I wasn't complaining, mind you. I like to kiss her as often as I can.

"Oh hey, what do you want for your birthday?" I asked. Hayley's birthday is on June 8th, which is weeks away, I know, but still.

"Nothing, why?" She seemed generally surprised. No idea why, though.

"Well, I have to get you something, babe. Not much of a good girlfriend if I don't get you something, now am I?"

"Of course you are, Lottie. Dating you is gift enough. I don't need anything else." Aw.

"That's so fucking cheesy, oh my god." I couldn't help but giggle a little bit.

"Good, that was my aim." She ran her fingertips along my arm once more, giving me those shivers again. "Okay, we'd better get this food ready, I'm starving."

"You just killed our moment, Hayls. Good job." I gave her a thumbs-up.

"I'm hungry, its not my fault, man. You, of all people should understand me." She went about making some microwave Mac N Cheese, while I still sat there, now using my phone.

"Yeah, whatever. Dad says he'll be home in about an hour, so we'll have time to eat this and say we did something productive."

"But babe, we did do something productive." She smirked and raised an eyebrow, while I scoffed and threw a straw at her. "We did homework, right? That's productive. Lighten up, would ya?" I frowned again as she rolled her eyes.

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We sat eating our Mac N Cheese on the couch in the living room, limbs tangled and watching the shitty evening tv. There wasn't anything decent on around now apart from the news, even on the music channels. We weren't amused, but kept flicking through the channels. It was at this point that I, while sitting between Hayley's legs and pressed up against her (kinky, some people may say), fell asleep for about fifteen minutes while Hayley played with my hair. I woke up when the front door slammed.

"I'm home!" It was Dad, finally deciding to show up. Glad he didn't show up earlier when things were heated between myself and my babe. That would've been awkward.

"In here, Dad." I yelled, not summoning up the energy to move. I'm so inactive for someone of 15 years of age. I'm such an old lady.

"Hey, guys. How's school?"

"Meh." My literal definition of school.

"Thanks, honey. Nice to know that school was "meh". So what'd you guys do this afternoon, huh?" Both Hayley and I turned to look at each other, the same flushed expression on our faces. "You know what? Nevermind, its none of my business."

"Mhmmm." I'm 90% gay, 5% sound-effects, 2.5% indie trash, and 2.5% puns. Oh and apparently half Irish, too along with being Mexican-American. It's pretty neato.

"Oh hey, J, my man, would you be able to drive me home whenever you're ready? My folks are out and Mikey's car's at the shop." Hayley asked, and my dad nodded. See, Hayley and I grew up together so she knows my dad well enough to literally just call him by his first initial. I know, right? Crazy shit.

"Yeah, sure, I don't mind. Just gimme a holler when you need me." He disappeared off somewhere else then, leaving myself and my beloved to watch the rest of our show. I actually fell back asleep, so in hindsight, that whole statement was a lie.

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Dad dropped Hayley home at around 9 o'clock and I seized this opportunity to get myself ready to sleep again, since it was fairly late in my book, and I wanted to take a bath. I did so, spending way more then fifteen minutes in the bath and being all nice to myself and making myself up all prettily, but only to end up looking like a walking corpse again tomorrow morning.

It's the thought that counts, I guess.

Notes

PTV won't be in this as much as you'd think, by the way. It's mainly focusing on Charlotte. I'd nowhere else to put it since I'm locked out of mibba and wattpad, so I said I'd shove it here. Enjoy it if you want, I really give no fucks.

Charlotte and Hayley are literally me and my girlfriend, I swear.

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