Page 3 of Conflicting Lyrics
Knowing Ally, we’re not going to just sit around and do nothing.
Some might ask how the hell we’re best friends when our personalities are so different. While Ally is loud, happy-go-lucky, and outgoing, I’m more quiet and keep to myself.
I want to be more social, I do, but it’s hard when people just see me as the perfect little Christian girl. No one wants to come near me; it’s like they think I’m going to judge them for the choices they make.
It’s not like I can blame them. The people from my church are stuck-up assholes who spend every free moment of their lives judging others, while acting like their shit don’t stink. I can’tstand it and avoid anything related to the church as much as I possibly can without arousing suspicion from my parents.
The sad thing is, we’re not even the nice kind of Christians. If anything, I'm almost positive my church is some kind of cult. Ally has been telling me as much since we met.
“Celebrating, of course.” She sighs, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. I laugh. “Not just us graduating. No, something much, much better.” She grins so wide that I fear her lips are going to pop off her face.
My eyes widen. “Oh my god, did you get in!?”
She nods her head quickly. “I did!”
We fill the car with our combined squeals. Hers are from getting the opportunity of a lifetime, and mine are with pure joy for my best friend.
Ally has always loved writing lyrics and belting notes. She has her own online channel and everything where she posts videos of herself singing. Sometimes it’s covers of popular songs, and other times they’re her own content. Over the past year, her following has grown, and she’s gotten pretty viral.
Her uncle owns a recording label in Los Angeles, and they’re putting on a competition of sorts where artists have to send in a video of themselves singing their own original piece.
Ally submitted one of the songs she’s been working on for a while, one I haven’t even gotten a chance to listen to. Thankfully for her, her uncle has no part in this competition, so no one will be biased towards her. Her uncle even made sure not to mention anything about his relationship with Ally to the people overseeing the competition, so everything would be fair.
“Wait!” I gasp, turning in my seat. “Does this mean we’re leaving for California early?”
“Yup.” She grins, bouncing in her chair. “This is crazy!”
Out of hundreds of thousands—if not millions of entries—my best friend made it into the top ten. Ten! I can’t believe this. “I’m so happy for you!” My eyes begin to well with tears.
Leaning forward, I pull her in for a hug. She wraps her arms around me, holding me close. “This is really real, Lulu. How is this real?”
My heart races as I bury my nose in her hair. Closing my eyes, I inhale, her coconut shampoo filling my nose and settling something inside me.
Realizing what I’m doing, I back out of her arms. Ally doesn’t seem to notice as she turns and starts the car.
Get a hold of yourself, Lulu.
“Also, to answer your question about what we're doing tonight…” Ally says normally as we pull out of the school parking lot and onto the main road. She looks over at me and grins. “We’re going to get fucked up, baby!” she cheers before blasting the radio.
I sit back and enjoy the ride with the windows rolled down and the warm June air shining on my face.
Closing my eyes, I groan. This night can only end in two ways. One, I get caught sneaking out, and I’m disowned by my parents. Or two, we make some of the best memories of our lives.
Either way, it’s going to be a night neither of us will forget.
“Supper was delicious, Mom. Thanks again,”I tell her, smiling after swallowing the last bite of my food.
“Of course.” She smiles tightly back at me.
“I’m just going to wash the dishes, then head up to my room for the night.” I place my fork on my plate and get up from the table.
She frowns. “And do what?” she asks.
“I don’t know.” I shrug, heading over to the sink. I’m trying to ignore the way my stomach is fighting the food I just forced down and the anxiety that wants to consume me. “Maybe do some reading, or get an early night's rest. It was a long day.”
A long day filled with nothing but crippling anxiety. A feeling that I know isn’t going to be leaving me anytime soon. Not until I’m safely out of this house without any suspicion from my parents.
“A long day that I hope was well worth it,” my father speaks up. My spine stiffens, hand freezing as I turn the water on.
