Our Normal

Riley's Pov


I couldn't believe my brother. He has got to be the dumbest person to walk the earth. He's mental if he thinks I'm going to wear a dress for anybody. Here's the thing. I don't care who you are, what you did or do. I'm not wearing a dress. Great! Now I sound like a total 'female dog'. Okay, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. Makeup and stuff was dumb. What was the point of jewelry? Why wear a skirt when you can't just wear pants?

Personally, I don't even want to go. My brother invited me to go with him to some thing in town. A guy is coming back and we are throwing a huge block party to celebrate his homecoming. Which is dumb, since he isn't even from here. He was born in England. I honestly don't care. Okay I was lying. I TOTALLY care. This guy was a legend. He was in the 8th most wanted person on this planet, and for some reason we loved it. Adults adored him, Kids looked up to him. Well, everyone looked up to him. He was over 6 feet tall. I don't even know why I wanna go. The biggest interaction I've ever had with the man, was we accidentally walked into each other while he was holding a beer in his hand as he looked down at me and cocked his eyebrow at me. Not even a second passes, and he walks off. I carried on with my night, as to me nothing special happened there.

I sit in my room debating whether I should go or not. Getting ready didn't take long for I decide to go and I'm not extra with the styling my hair or that makeup stuff. I like the way I look. I look in the mirror seeing my all black outfit with heeled black combat boots. My long black hair flows over my shoulders and just stand there. I turn to my side and look down at my stomach. God! Don't get me wrong. I was thin. It just looked as if I were a month pregnant. I never want to think about that stuff. Marriage! Children! I don't like to think about the kids part for a different reason than marriage. I previously found out I couldn't have children, and it upset me so much. I never liked the idea of having them, but just hear me out. There is a difference between not wanting something and being told you can't have it. Believe me. You can hate something for so long up to the point someone tells you that you couldn't have it. Then you will immediately start to want it for and more with each moment. You only want what you can't have, and this was my case. But I'm over that. I still don't want kids, and never will. I think one of the reasons are, I don't like the idea of someone or something relying and putting their life in my hands. It's too much pressure on me. It's scary.

Notes

New story. I know it seems like it's getting too personal and deep for the story to be just starting out. Trust me. This isn't even half as big as what's going down in this story. Comment what you think. Vote and subscribe xxx