Everything I hate About You

Bugs Life (Baby)

I got to do things my own way darling
Will you ever let me? Will you ever respect me? -Rihanna

When she was a newborn, fresh out the hospital, her mom used to hold her all night and watch her breathing as the small child slept. She would just lay on her side content with worrying. It wasn't that the doctors said that she had health issues, in fact she was a very healthy Baby. She had a head full of noir curls and fingers chubby like her toes. It was just that, her mother would stay up all night staring at her child, feeling her heart squeeze with affection and think "I love this bean; how lucky am I..."

"Baby where are you at girl we gotta go!" rang a voice after Baby picked up the house phone on the side of her bed. She looked at the clock on her desk. 7:00.
Baby responded groggily from the side of her pillow, "Bea it's 7 o'clock. What the fuck is up?"

"Yeah, yeah I know, but we got that assembly at 8:00, plus if you're tryna get some Alcapurrias for lunch you gotta come now chica," she said. There were pots banging in the background and people yelling in the back. It wasn't even noon, yet it was already the lunch rush for Bea's family restaurant. Baby groaned out loud.

"Fine. But only because I know how much of a valuable customer I am...God this is gonna be such a long day."

"Sì, sì complain later, get dressed now. See you soon," And then she hung up.

Baby had been up til 3 last night sketching. Her mind had been racing with ideas and creativity and she couldn't fight her urge to regurgitate it onto clean binded sheets in her sketchbook.

She hoisted her self out of her warm comfortable bed and inwardly cried as her feet hit the cold hardwood floor. She grabbed onto her warm boobs beneath her over sized shirt as she made her way to her closet to find something to wear for the day. Baby honestly felt like her body was made of cinderblocks so she wasn't going to try to be the baddest bitch today. More like the "casual bitch". She brought out a black bra and matching panties, threw a large Red Hot Chili Peppers sweatshirt over it with some jeans, and put on her Stan Lees after putting on some socks.

She stretched as she made her way to the bathroom next door. Looking in the mirror she had to decide what to do with the pile of curls on her head and decided on a half up/half down messy bun, creating long bangs that flowed over her forehead. She brushed her teeth and rubbed on some deodorant at the same time. Finally she put on some lip gloss and went to grab her backpack from the front where she left it.

Baby checked the front zip pocket of her backpack to make sure her keys were there and then headed out, locking the door on her way. Oliver had left for work at 5:00 am so he was already long gone. Evidence of the breakfast he made himself left on the kitchen counter in the form of cereal.

She felt like a fiend when she realized her dad had taken her phone. She wondered how she would be able to drown out the chatter of Sierra High-school students without her music. She needed that little device filled with endless information and distraction to get her through her days.

"We are nothing with each other and less without each other; how can you be less than nothing" she questioned.

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It was like she wasn't apart of her own world. Baby could remember a time in her life where she would take in every detail of her surroundings with perfect ease. But it seemed now that her brain strained when she tried to, like she was always in a daze. That's how she felt as she walked towards Vega Deli. Even more so when she entered the little place and saw people bustling all around. It was her best friend who snapped her out of her thoughts.