Blow bubbles in the juice with the straw

Having a neighbourhood is not the best to be honest. I read the book of brotherhood of the rose on the bench. My eyes were itching, Falling close, often times. I haven't slept days. My bag was feeling comfy imagening by it being a pillow. ,,sleeping here won't be bad." I had a short skirt on, a long with shirt and black low highheels. Somehow I didn't care huh? When I woke up by the birds singing, I looked from the side but my mom has not arrive. I forgot my key and phone. I didn't know how much I slept at all. I just looked at the side notes of my book again. A neighbour of us came from the door, wearing a Black jacket, a hand tatto on the side and green jeans that didn't suit his Black hair. ,,hey", I just said. ,,reading huh" ,,yeah" ,,what kind of book is it?" ,,kinda a lot of action" ,,ooooh, I should read that one too then" ,,yeah" ,,bye" ,,yes, bye" The piercing also didn't even suit his face. And his Black eyes- Wait, why does he seems so familiar? ,,hey, you okay?", ,,she must be sleeping" He tapped with two fingers on my neck. ,,no she is fine she is breathing" ,,hey, wake up, it's not the warmest day" He hadn't Black eyes but blue. And his piercing did suit his lip well. And he- ,,you are very deep sleeping huh, you look tired" Embarassing.