Black Lipstick
My lips are painted black
Your eyes hold a darkend hue
Whilst my secrets were once carefully hidden away
There was nothing I could keep from you.
I woke up to the beeping of my alarm, though I wish I hadn't. Waking up is a painful enough process without an annoying beeping to go with it.
Getting out of bed I went into the bathroom that was connected to my bedroom. After quickly ridding myself of my clothes, I hopped into the shower, washing myself as quickly as possible as to make sure I had time to get dressed properly.
After I finished rubbing my skin raw in the hot water, I quickly turned off the hot water and dried myself off.
I suppose I haven't introduced myself yet. Hi I'm Amy Vineth. I am 18 years old, and a senior in Manitou Springs High School.
I picked my outfit quickly, plain black skirt and black knee high tights with skulls at the knees, along with a plain black t-shit, a mesh hoodie and my favorite studded platform boots. Now, for makeup.
I go to the into the bathroom, grabbing my makeup bag, i pulled out the various products I use. mostly just a lot of white and black, with a little bit of green in the eyes. I applied my homemade black lipsticks and I was ready to go.
I should probably mention, that if you haven't noticed already. I am a goth, my favorite band is Souixie and the Banshees, followed very closely by Sisters of Mercy.
I run up to the bus stop just in time. Quickly climbing on, i gp straight to the back of the bus. I like the idea that I can just hide away in the shadows and I'll never have to deal with people again. Not because I hate people mind you. People are great, I'm a person as far as I know. I just don't want to deal with, certain people.
"Amy!" Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
"Hey sweetheart!" Cameron said sitting right next to me, and I do mean right next to me.
Meet Cameron Chalm, my boyfriend of two years.
"Hey Cameron." I replied smiling.
"So how was your weekend sweetheart." he said moving in for a kiss.
"It was fine, mostly just studying." I said gently nudging his head away from me.
"Did you miss me?" he asked with a sicking grin on his face.
"Sure." I replied, plugging in my headphones to hint at the fact that I was tired of talking to him.
"Lemme kiss it all better." he said moving in for a kiss again.
"Cameron not on the bus. I don't want everyone looking at us." I said quietly. He of course completely ignored me. Stealing a quick kiss before moving down to kiss my neck.
"Cameron not on the bus!" I whisper yelled, getting him to roll his eyes and stand up, walking only three feet to the next seat up where for one reason or another, Cindy Macklin sat. Boobs and all.
Now would be a good time to mention why I don't particularly like Cameron. To put it simply, I'm Ace. I don't like guys or girls. Not in that way. That doesn't mean i don't wanna date people, it just means I would much rather cuddle and kiss just to show affection instead of making out and fucking.
However, instead of being able to find a guy or girl I can to that with, I'm stuck with him.
All he ever does is pressure me to go farther then I want to, and sometimes I break if only to keep appearances up. If I don't break, well as the star quarterback he has his pick of big tittied bimbos to pick from.
I can't break up with him. My mom and his mom are best friends, and very religious. They don't believe that anyone that isn't straight should go to heaven, and they also seem to believe that Cameron and i would make the cutest kids. So I'm stuck in this spot.
Stuck in the closet, dating a guy I hate.
To top it all off, there's James. The sweetest most cuddly guy you will ever fucking meet, and naturally he's openly asexual. He has naturally pale skin and dark brown eyes. I'm not sure what colour his hair is naturally as every tine his roots start showing he decides to dye them a completely different colour then the last colour he dyed his hair. Alright maybe that's a tad exaggerated, but he does dye it a lot. Last time I saw him his hair was a gentle lilac colour, but you can never assume his hair will be the same colour as when you last saw him. I think he's basically my crush.
The bus stops.
Well, I guess we've made it to hell.
